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"No one has ever knocked on my door and then come and fucked me like this ... but if that's a service they provide in this city, I think I might bring back speed dial," I say, my own laugh so light it's almost a giggle. Yeah, I get to be giddy now, I mean, he fucked all the seriousness right out of me. I don't know what's left in me, but a will to shower and perhaps take a nap that would make Rip Van Winkle jealous. And that giggle.
"You can always call me, Penny. For...anything," Magnus says. The seriousness brings us both plummeting back to reality. I see the weight enter his eyes.
"Why don't we shower, eat something, regain our energy for round two," I say, maybe a little too quickly.
Magnus raises an eyebrow so slightly. Yeah, he must not realize that I'm not letting a perfect cock like that go to waste. Not in this perfect little bubble where he and I are the only things that exist, and cumming is all that matters. The truth is that if you told me I was still entrenched in my orgasm, I would believe you. That's how my body feels light, drained even, but still the pleasure within me endures.
"A shower sounds good. Another round sounds even better," Magnus says and he tucks a strand of my surely disheveled hair behind my ear. Those small little touches at random moments make a girl's heart flutter.
If he keeps fucking me like this and does those sweet little things, I may have to permanently lock my ankles together behind his back to keep this cock inside me, always. I really only want to clean it off, and myself so we can start over with fresh friction.
"I wanna get you all clean and then suck your cock, Daddy," I say. "Does that sound good?" I say in my best come hither voice. I would've felt silly doing it, but it felt just plain delicious.
Which was confirmed with the way he narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips together. Yeah, he likes the idea too.
"I want you in all my holes, Daddy," I say, making sure to call him Daddy. I know we both like it and I don't care how wrong it is. He is the kind of man that can fuck me into oblivion and tuck my hair behind my ear and make me feel like the only girl in the world. His precious girl. I can't help it. I need the way he makes me feel, if I'm being honest.
We head to the shower and I realize how wobbly my legs are when I actually need to hold the hand he offers on the way. I steady myself. "I hope you haven't permanently made me bow legged, Magnus," I say. "You won't always be there to escort me to the shower."
We don't say anything, after that, for a while.
The hot water washes away all the sweat and cum on our bodies, but rising with the steam of the shower is our fears and worries. Reality, insidious and all around us as the water vapor makes the bathroom humid, it threatens to erase everything. But I won't forget how he made me feel. How he feels inside me.
Magnus finishes washing my hair and pulls it all together in a makeshift ponytail. Handle, if you will. "You want me in all your holes," Magnus says with a throaty chuckle. "That's music to my ears, princess. My cock prefers your holes to anything else. Fucking you feels like coming home," he laughs. "How fucked is that? I know we shouldn't, but yet here I am, ready to see you drop to your knees when we're done and get all dirty again." His voice is so gruff and sensual; all I can focus on is that he wants to fuck me as much as I want to fuck him. I am subconsciously licking my lips at just the thought of tasting him. Magnus releases my hair now and we finish washing up, but his sensual voice vibrates all through my body. I feel the quickening in my stomach, the ache throughout my body. My throat feels empty now, jealous of the rest of my holes getting claimed by him. I remember the way it felt to taste his cock, his cum, mixed with my pussy. I run my fingers through my slit and rub the moisture I find there that isn't from washing, but fresh arousal at his presence, at his words. I slick my moisture over the glistening pre-cum on his massive cock. "I want to taste us," I tell him, so aroused that I can barely manage the words. My lips are trembling.
The way that he's looking at me right now, I feel like we're both in a trance. I wrap my hands around his cock. Magnus shuts off the water and we're both still dripping wet, but that's all the invitation I need to draw his cock into my mouth and start sucking him. I lick the whole length of his cock and then I suck him in deep. It isn't long before we're both shuddering. When his cock jets hot cum down my throat, my pussy is shivering with my own orgasm. I don't even have to touch myself. Sucking his cock makes me cum because that's how much I really do crave my Daddy in all of my holes.
I feel his cock quicken. I cup his balls in my hands, and they are loaded up. He's ready to burst, and I'm ready to swallow him.
Magnus cups my chin, groaning low in his throat, “I’m cumming. Drink me up, Penny.” The way he moans my name makes me shiver. I slide Magnus’s cock even deeper down my throat and swallow every hot drop of his cum I can before I pull out that massive cock, stroking the shaft. I rub the sticky final rope of cum over my lips, and draw my fingers to my own creamy pussy lips. I run that against my lips, tasting us both together.
I stand in the shower, and Magnus steadies me as I rise. His lips close over mine, and a thrill shoots through me with the realization that we're tasting each other like this.
I love being so naughty with my Daddy.
The New York Daily Journal
Who Moved My Cheese?
Gossip Central on Page Eight. From the Desk of Vicky Durner - All the gossip you never even knew you needed to know!
Good morning Gothamites! There's a new sensation going on in the streets of our fair city recently. One that has New Yorkers from all walks of life scratching their heads. They just can't figure out what's gotten into Magnus Davion.
What am I talking about?
Mr. Bad Boy Superstar has been replaced by Mr. Rogers and the sweater vest.
Well, maybe the sweater vest is a bit too much. He's still got the ripped body and fantastic abs. And we've all seen what he's packing below the waist.
But while the city expects Magnus Davion to misbehave, what it doesn't expect is for him to turn into a pillar of society.
And when I
say pillar, I'm not talking about an erect sex organ. I'm talking about an upstanding citizen.
That's right, New Yorkers. Meet Magnus Davion, savior of the city.
In the last two weeks, this ex-bad boy billionaire has been seen at three charity fundraisers. He's hosted a blood drive from his Midtown offices. He's donated coats. He's read books to orphans. He's even donated a hospital wing to Beth Israel's children's section.
