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I slide my hands up her thighs and let the fingertips of my right hand lightly dance across the front of her panties. I press a little harder, rubbing her clit through the cotton, and smile when I feel how wet they are already. “Seems like I’m not the only one who’s eager.”
“N-no. You’re not.”
Devon leans forward and kisses me, sliding her tongue into my mouth as she runs her fingers through my hair. I slide my hand down and slip them beneath the hem of her shirt, cupping and squeezing her firm, round ass. She writhes in my lap and pulls back, looking me in the eye as she slips off my lap.
I watch as she steps out of her panties and throws them to the side. After that, she leans forward and pulls my shorts down, freeing me. I kick off my shoes and shorts, then pull her back down onto my lap. Devon reaches down and takes hold of me, squeezing it for all she’s worth and giving it a few strokes as she settles herself down on top of me.
Jesus.
She teases her clit with the head of my dick, sliding it back and forth against her firm little bud. Devon moves it further, running the tip of my cock just inside her. The way she suctions around me almost pushes me to the edge. Her breath quickens, and she closes her eyes, and I’m in danger of coming just by watching her.
Devon bites her bottom lip hard as she slowly lowers herself onto me, taking me inch by inch.
“My God, that feels incredible,” she gasps.
Devon winces when she settles herself on top of me, me buried to the balls inside of her. She grips my shoulders, her nails digging into me as she starts to roll her hips. She rocks back and forth, sliding up and down on top of me, her breathing growing ragged, her eyes locked onto mine. I grip her hips, relishing the feeling of her tight, wet hole as she rides me like her life depends on it. She’s so tight, it feels like she’s gripping me in her fist and squeezing.
I lift her t-shirt and take her tits into my hands, licking and sucking on her hard nipples. Devon gasps when I gently nip one. She rides me harder, impaling herself on my cock. I reach back and smack Devon’s ass hard, making her yelp. A smile crosses her face, and she moans as her movements grow faster. Harder. I feel her body tighten and her breath comes in short, little pants.
“Ride me, Devon. Ride me harder, baby.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
That fucking word spurs me into action. I grab her hips, slamming her down onto my cock. Devon gasps and her nails dig into my shoulders almost painfully, making me grimace, but it only heightens the pleasure coursing through my veins.
Devon is writhing frantically on top of me, sliding up and down, and I can’t look away. She leans forward and bites my shoulder as her body starts quaking wildly. She sits up again, throws her head back, and cries out as she comes.
The sight of her body—back arched, head back, cries of passion and pleasure escaping her mouth—is too much for me. I thrust my hips upward, burying into her, and feel my dick start to pulse. A moment later, hot jets of come coat her insides and drip down her thighs.
With a sigh, Devon leans forward and presses her forehead to mine. She’s still pulsing around me, milking me dry.
“You feel amazing,” she says.
“Yes, you do.”
As I soften and slip out of her sex, Devon slides off my lap. I stretch out on the couch and pull her down next to me. She lays her head on my chest and wraps her body around mine as I idly stroke her hair. Damn, this feels good. I can get used to this. To her. To us. To coming home and finding her already there.
She nestles closer to me, drawing circles on my chest with the tip of her finger. We lie together like that, our bodies intertwined, long enough that I start to feel the gauzy curtain of sleep descending over us.
“I’m glad you stopped by,” I say.
“Me too,” she murmurs.
With a smile on my face, I drift off to sleep with one thought running through my mind. How did I get so lucky to have this beautiful, young woman come into my life?
11
DEVON
“Iassume you didn’t come home because you were at Dawson’s last night?”
I look at Sammy and smile. “You would be right.”
“You’ve been spending a lot of time with him lately. Are things getting serious?”
“I don’t know. We’re enjoying spending time together right now,” I tell her with a shrug. “I’m trying to keep from overthinking it all.”
“Probably wise. So, things are good? He’s treating you well?”
