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I thought that he’d give me answers. Oh how wrong I had been. I had expected him to tell me that he was going to call it off with my mother, but here I was sipping a glass of chilled red wine in his apartment all over again. He asked me if I was planning to stop using the gym during my internship this summer, but I shook my head. He just grinned at that.
“Good.” He said, nodding to himself. “Then I can keep seeing you there as well. I quite like taking you out back.” He teased me, and I tried to control my desire for him, but it was hard to tap down after he had it rising up in me again.
“Are you going to stop seeing my mother?” I quipped back, but he just laughed.
“She’s more my age, and you aren’t willing to date. You’ve said it before, didn’t you?” He said, looking in my eyes as if daring me to change my opinion. He was right. I had told him I wasn’t going to date.
“No, no, of course not, Daddy.” I said with that sweet, sugary voice he liked, but this time with a tinge of sarcasm. I looked down to see his cock start to harden as I called him Daddy. It gave me some sort o
f perverse pleasure to call him that, and it gave me even more pleasure to see him react the way he did. Silence fell between us, and I was lost in my own thoughts for a moment.
* * *
“Do you want to date?” He asked, and I had shaken my head.
“I’m not looking for something that complicated.” I said, going back to kissing his shoulders and down his chest.
My manicured nails dug into his back, and he hissed in pleasure as I ground against him. It would only be a matter of time before he laid back, letting me take his cock into me at my own pace. He had long since opened me up to the joys of anal, and I couldn’t wait to feel his hard cock opening up my forbidden hole, making me ache for him. I planned to give him quite the show today, and as if reading my thoughts, he untangled me from him enough to lay down. I was naked, straddling his waist as I reached for the bag I had put on the bed beside us. He looked at me with an amused expression.
“Don’t most girls want complicated?” He teased back, but I just shrugged as I started to lube up his cock.
My hand barely would fit around it, and I shuddered, nearly rethinking what I was about to do, but my pussy was dripping at the thought. I knew after initially getting past the fullness, that I’d start to like it, and he smiled at me, watching. He knew what I was going to do, and he was willing to give up control for now.
“I’m not most girls.” I said, and with that I moved to position him at my ass, starting to work his lubed up cock in and out of me before he grabbed my hips.
He didn’t say anything as he looked at me intently, and I knew even then that being on top of him didn’t mean I had any control. Not like I thought I did, anyway. He thrust up into me, deep and hard. I didn’t try to censor myself as I cried out. The pain ebbed away as he filled me, rocking his hips before I began to rock my own, moving back and forth. I worked every inch of him up and into me, and his hands were keeping me steady, clenching onto my large hips.
With each bounce, rising up and falling back down on his cock, my breasts bounced deliciously. My nipples were hard, begging him to touch them, but Ivan didn’t want to yet. I took the second item from the bag, and I clicked the vibrator to life, pushing it into my pussy as I continued to ride him. I was fuller than I had ever felt before, and I could tell that he could feel the vibrations as well.
He started to fuck deeper into me, slightly pausing when he’d reach my deepest depth at the hilt of each stroke. Pain and pleasure seared through me as I continued to grind back on top. I didn’t think someone could fuck into you when you were on top of them, but he proved me wrong. He often pushed me to my limits, and I could feel myself about to come as I matched his thrusts with softer, slower ones of the small vibrator I had plunging in and out of me at the same time.
* * *
“So I don’t see why I should stop seeing your mother then.” Ivan’s words snapped me out of my memory, and I could tell he was looking at me, remembering something simpler.
“Because it’s wrong!” I nearly shouted, but he just took my empty glass and refilled it.
“There’s nothing wrong about it. Your mother doesn’t want to be exclusive with me. Not even if we marry she said.” He told me, and I wanted to bite back a reply. I wanted to tell him that it didn’t sound like my mother at all, but it did. Mother believed in free love, but it didn’t sit well with me anymore.
“Do you think she’d tell you the same thing if she knew you were fucking her daughter?” I quipped. “Do you want to be my Daddy?” I teased him harshly, and he chuckled.
“I don’t think she’d want to know. Why did you plan to tell her, baby girl?” He asked, almost daring me too. I knew that if I did we’d be done. He’d be done with my mother as well, but I wouldn’t be getting what I wanted.
“I didn’t think so.” He said arrogantly, and I nodded with a small sigh, just sipping the wine.
“So how about some new rules for the little dance we’re doing?” He asked innocently, and I arched an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to continue. This was the very reason that sex was so great with him. We danced together in a way, almost a power struggle, every time we were in the same room. I was sure that neither of us wanted it to end.
“I’m listening.” I prompted, waiting for him to explain more. There was that devilish glint in his eyes that he got every time he introduced me to something new in the bedroom.
“Rule number one is that we don’t tell your mother.” He said, and I eagerly nodded. I didn’t know where this was going, but that was something I could more than agree with.
“Rule number two, you continue to call me Daddy.” He told me. “All the time.” He added, emphasizing each word in the last sentence. I wanted to protest, but I was practically dripping at the idea, and I didn’t need him to point it out to me. I could tell that he could tell.
“Am I clear?” He said, testing the waters. I decided to play.
“Yes, Daddy.” I said sweetly, and his cock was hardening in his pants.
“Anything else, Daddy?” I continued with a voice sweet like honey, tempting him to put any other rules on the table.
