Again, I spank it, witnessing the way it dampens.
Again.
Again.
“Daddy takes care of everything for me,” I say, massaging the sting from her flesh while I lick my tongue into her mouth, kissing her soundly. “Say it and live by it.”
“But…b-but…”
She’s still fighting the battle.
Not quite ready to acquiesce, but right on the verge.
Her incredible body heaves with shallow breaths as I move down, down between her thighs and rub my stiff lips in the abundance of wetness I created, breaching her entrance with my tongue first, giving her a shallow fuck with it while she squeals, followed by the cramming of my middle and ring fingers into her tight channel. Keeping my fingers buried deep, I flutter my tongue atop her clit, and she cries out, her thighs jerking and shaking.
I forget the war between us that I’m trying to win at this point.
I can’t possibly think of anything but her needs being met.
Meeting them is ingrained in me now.
I bring her right to the brink of coming with flutters and flexed rubs of my tongue, but it’s only a matter of seconds before I’m lunging for her mouth and pinning her down, my fingers wrestling with my zipper to free my cock. As quickly as possible, I slip a condom out of my pocket and rip the packet with my teeth, rolling on the thin latex. Stretching the rubber to its limits.Wearing it is muscle memory. A rule my family’s lawyers have schooled me to follow to avoid entrapment.
I would love more than anything to fuck her with no protection, but I don’t know if she’s comfortable with that and there’s no time for a discussion now. Not when we’re both so worked up.
“Are you ready, angel?”
“Yes,” she moans, her fingers frantic in my hair, her thighs opening like the gates to a paradise I want to spend my life earning, and I urge myself to slow down, slow down, because I’m so fucking hot right now with this angel in my bed, looking up at me with encouragement and lust, that the urge to thrust deep and ride her like a fuck doll is fierce. So fierce.
I’ll hate myself if this isn’t perfect for her, though, so I seal our lips together, position myself against her tight hole, and kiss her with every bit of passion inside me.
Working the head in. Jiggling the trunk in my hand to make progress. Rolling my hips and cursing hotly at the resistance. Right there.Right there.She’s giving that part of herself to me, and I look her in the eye with grateful hunger when that gentle tear happens and I sink to the back of her silken cunt, the base of my spine winding up like wire around a fist to find her monumentally tight.
But I never break eye contact, even in my immense suffering.
Even with a pure white light shining down on me from above, because surely I’ve just joined with heaven’s favorite angel. Made her mine forever.
“Oh my God, angel,” I choke out, blistering with need. “Oh myGod.”
“Daddy takes care of everything for me,” she breathes, finally, against my mouth.
Every plan I made to go slow flies out the window in the wake of Vida laying down her sword. I bite down on my tongue andbear down on my balls to stem the tide of hot come that wants to overflow me. I’ve barely gotten myself under control when I start to hump, my lower body moving of its own volition, groaning her name, slickly sinking in and out of her with horny scoops of my hips.
“Are you okay?” I ask through my teeth. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she whispers, dragging her nails down my back and clawing at my ass cheeks, her thighs spread so wide they point east and west. “Please don’t stop moving. Please!”
“I can’t. Oh fuck, oh fuck, my balls hurt so bad.”
“I’m sorry they hurt. Will you rub that little spot?” She pouts up at me, her tits bouncing around happily, nipples puckered and as hot for me as the rest of her. “The one you found between my thighs. Please?”
Her request has me focusing back on her, thank God, because my twenty-year-old male brain is running away with my good intentions. I’ve got a sinfully hot sex kitten underneath me and my cock hasneverfelt this incredible and my thoughts are blurring into one rudimentary pattern.
Come. Come. Come at all costs.
But I dial back my young man’s selfishness and remind myself this is my future wife. Not a one-night stand.
Will you rub that little spot? The one you found between my thighs. Please?
