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She wondered how different it would feel—if it would feel any different at all.
She wanted to know.
Fingers gripped her hips as she felt him pressing against her entrance. She whimpered a little because she was sore, but she was also slick and hot with her arousal. She wanted this. Wanted him.
In this position, she had more control over what was happening—at least for now. She pushed back before he could thrust forward, impaling herself on him, and let out a little cry of pained pleasure as she was stretched open again. Muscles that had never been used before tonight strained, and she quivered around him.
“Slow down, Sunshine. Not everything has to be a rush.” Rather than reaching under to cup her breasts, the way he’d said he would, he used his hands on her hips to hold her in place, slowly easing himself deeper inside her before pulling away. Emily whined and clenched around him, but there was nothing she could do to hurry him as he took his time, slowly thrusting back and forth inside her.
She could feel every stroke of his cock against her inner walls, the way it rubbed over that extra sensitive spot inside her, and the giddy rush every time he buried himself to his groin as the wiry hair on his body brushed against all her sensitive bits.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned, reversed, then plunged in again. “I could fuck this sweet pussy all night long.”
Emily whimpered, shuddering and squeezing her muscles around him. When he finally leaned forward, sliding his hands up to close over her breasts, she felt her knees buckle. His fingers pinched her nipples, tugging on them, pulling them back toward him as he thrust forward, using them to pull her onto him. It hurt, the little buds aching in his grip, but it felt so good, too.
He took his time riding her, playing with her, teasing her. Emily moaned, clenching around him, bucking her hips back up against him, but he didn’t deviate from the steady rhythm he’d established. She felt like she was starting to burn up inside from the need, his cock rubbing against her so deliciously, yet not hard enough to get her to the point of culmination.
The need was growing inside her with every thrust, and the only thing she didn’t like about this position was that she couldn’t grind herself against him. Her clit was swollen, aching, begging for stimulation, yet the most she got was brushes of sensation against the little nub, which weren’t nearly enough.
“Oh, please, Daddy,” she begged, squirming back against him. “Harder, please.”
The slow, steady pace was driving her wild.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmured.
He gave her breasts one last hard squeeze, pinching her nipples between his fingers before releasing them and pulling back to hold her hips again. Emily cried out as he started moving faster, harder. The force of his thrusts made her elbows give way, and instead of being held up by her hands, she was now braced on her forearms. Her breasts swayed beneath her, the aching tips rubbing against the cover beneath her, stimulating her in an entirely new way with every thrust.
“Daddy!” She shuddered, her pussy clamping down on him, but in this position, it was easier for him to keep moving, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her, driving her ecstasy higher and higher.
“That’s it, Sunshine, cum all over Daddy’s cock.”
Emily cried out wordlessly as her pleasure crested, and she found her upper body flat on the bed, no longer able to hold herself up as her muscles went weak from the rapture spreading through her. She felt Daddy’s hands on her hips, holding her in place, pinning her against the bed, as the rhythm of his thrusts became wild, rough, slamming his cock into her over and over again while she squirmed in place.
The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and when he slipped his hand between her and the mattress, curving his fingers to rub her swollen clit, she screamed into the blankets beneath her to muffle her cry. The pleasure was too intense, an exquisite agony that exploded inside her, sizzling across her nerve endings and leaving her trembling and helpless in its wake.
She felt him thrust in hard, the rigid length of his cock somehow feeling harder and larger than ever before. She felt the pulse of it inside her, the way it throbbed against her clenching muscles, then the warm jets of fluid that spurted inside her, filling her with his own orgasm.
Panting, pinned in place, shuddering from the aftereffects of her climax, she wished the night never had to end.
14
The Morning After
Damian
Watching Emily sleep, Damian resisted the urge to reach out and touch her cheek. It might wake her up, and that wouldn’t be for the best, as much as he wanted it. He’d want to touch more than her face, and she had to be sore after last night.
After the second time they’d had sex, they’d gotten into the shower, and he’d cleaned her off… then gotten her dirty all over again when he’d had her ride him. Then she’d begged for a rest because she couldn’t take anymore—and truthfully, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get it up again.
Not until this morning.
But they’d agreed on one night, and last night, she’d been a virgin who went three rounds. She was going to be far too sore to do anything more this morning. Well, unless she used her mouth…
One night.
It was best to follow his original plan and not be here when she woke up, even though he thought he’d be doing it to Sunshine, not Emily. It might be even more important to leave before Emily woke up than if she’d truly been a stranger. They had their real lives to get back to, and for now, they were still living in the same place.
He needed to set the precedent on how things were going to go from here, and he couldn’t do that if he stayed, used his mouth on her to bring her to another orgasm, put her on her knees to get his pleasure, then offered her a ride back home. Besides, the limo was going to be returning for her.
