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"That I get to have that huge thing inside me? Yes, sir, very happy."
She wraps one small hand around my shaft, stroking up and down, and I nearly lose it. I reach for her wrist, encircling it and squeezing.
"Yeah, about that sir thing," I say, my voice tight but trying to make the moment light and sexy instead of ordering her to her knees to suck me off. Which also would take about three strokes of her tongue. "We haven't really done that."
She looks up at me. "What do you want, Sir?"
"You, on your back, legs spread. Then you begging me for my cock. And then you taking every inch of me and crying out ‘thank you, Sir,’ when I make you come again."
Her eyes widen. "Yes," is her simple response.
And I think I fell just a little bit in love with her.
I have never had dirty, fun sex like this. I've been fortunate enough to date a few women who liked things a little more gritty, but I was always aware that I was going to run into them at the elementary school art fair, or that they were going to have coffee or yoga or a PTA meeting with other moms who I was going to see at park clean-up day, or that I was going to run into them, and/or their friends, at Little League practice where I was coaching their kids. I couldn’t just let loose. They’d talk. They’d remember. And it would be awkward as fuck.
With Luna, I can be freer. I can just be Owen. I can be myself.
Plus, she seems to like it. I've definitely dated some women who, regardless of their parental status, would not have liked hearing some of the things I've already said to Luna.
"Get on your back," I command.
"Yes, Sir." She climbs off of me, lays back, and spreads her thighs.
Fucking perfect. She's so Goddamned gorgeous, willing, eager, and I am literally never going to get over her.
And it's not just the gorgeous body. It's all of the light and energy she brings. The way she makes me smile. The way she makes me want to hug her and hold her. The way I want to know what she looks like first thing in the morning, and how she takes her coffee, and what row she likes to sit in at the movie theater, and what songs she sings along to in the car, and what book she reads when she’s feeling nostalgic.
But as she says, “I need your cock, Sir. Please fill me up and make me come,” I’ll admit it’s her body right at this moment.
I move over her. "Condom?"
"Left side table.”
“My left or yours?”
She giggles. “Mine.”
Her giggle makes me just as hard as hearing her beg for my cock.
I reach into the drawer and find what we need. I tear it open, roll it on, and then kneel between her thighs.
"You ready?”
Her eyes are on my cock and I swear it gets even harder.
She licks her lips. "Oh God, I'm so ready for you."
Yeah, the thing is, I'm not sure I'm ready for her.
I grip her hips and lift her slightly, then position my cock in her entrance. I know this is going to be a tight fit and fuck, it's gonna feel so amazing. I circle my thumb over her clit and she shivers.
"Really sensitive," she tells me.
"I know." I give her a cocky grin.
"Yeah, you're amazing," she teases. Then I start easing into her and she gasps. "And so big."
"Hence, the reason you need to come a couple of times before I take you. Gotta get you hot and wet and ready."
