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“I’ve got the condom on, ok,” he reassured me. “You can open your eyes if you want to.”
I nodded, not knowing what to say, it was almost endearing that he made it a point to make sure I knew we were being safe.
“Hands up, Princesa.” His dominant voice had come back.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, when I felt him nudge against my opening.
The vibrator trailed down my stomach again and he made contact with my clit when he slid into my pussy ever so slowly. The stretch was amazing and the vibrator only made it better. He slowly fucked me as I got used to his size, circling my clit with the vibrator.
“Color?”
“Fuck, Daddy,” I said, letting daddy slip out accidentally, feeling my orgasm building already.
“Goddammit, Noemi,” he growled, thrusting into me a little harder. “I shouldn’t like you calling me daddy, but hearing it come out of your mouth makes me want to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“Yes, yes,” I moaned, getting so close to my orgasm when he took the vibrator off my clit and slowed his thrusting.
“Nooo!” I cried out.
“That’s what you get for calling me daddy to get what you want,” he grunted, picking up his pace.
“Please,” I whined.
“Please what, Princesa?”
“Please Daddy, let me come,” I said, knowing it might backfire. “Your little slut needs to come, Daddy.”
“Jesus Christ you're such a slut, begging for it,” he said, picking up his pace. “Keep those eyes open and look at daddy while you come around his cock.”
I opened my eyes to see him putting my feet over his shoulder with a growl. I took in his appearance. Vincent was a work of art. His chest was chiseled, his abs were defined and he had a light dusting of hair on his chest. He grabbed my hips slamming into me, hitting my g-spot. There was some pain from the spanking earlier, which only added to my pleasure. I moaned, circling my clit as my orgasm didn’t take long.
“I’m coming,” I whimpered, as my body shook from pleasure.
“Fuck,” he snarled, as he pumped into me two more times before he spilled himself.
I must have closed my eyes, but felt a body leaning over me.
“You did good, Princesa,” he said, kissing my cheek.
“I don’t think I can move,” I murmured, opening my eyes.
He smirked down at me, his expression was soft, definitely not his dominant one.
“Let's get you cleaned up and we can sleep,” he said, sliding out of me, making me miss him already. “How does your bottom feel?”
“Ok.” I laid on my side, eyes drooping, as I relaxed.
I felt a warm wet cloth between my legs, appreciating he was cleaning me up.
“On your stomach,” Vincent commanded.
I rolled over, even though it felt like every part of my body was jelly. Without a word, he massaged something that felt like lotion over my ass and I tensed every time he passed over one spot. Tenderly, he kissed each cheek before placing one in the middle of my back.
“How do you feel?”
“Good, satiated, sleepy,” I mumbled into the bedding.
“Drink some water and we can sleep,” he said, but I was too tired to try and stay awake. It had been too long since I felt this satisfied and safe, now it had happened two weekends in a row. But it was just sex, a one-time thing with two very different men, right?
