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I shake my head no, not able to answer as goosebumps prick my skin, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out as well.
“That’s a shame.” He crooks his fingers, pressing the heel of his other hand down against my lower belly as his thumb swirls around my clit.
“Oh, oh, stop.” I clutch the sheets, a sensation I’ve never felt before taking over my body.
“Why, sweetheart?” He doesn’t stop.
“I think I need to pee,” I say, half-embarrassed but not as embarrassed as I’ll be if I actually pee the bed with him in it.
He chuckles. “You don’t need to pee, baby; that’s your orgasm. Trust me. Just relax and let it take over; don’t be embarrassed by what’s about to happen.”
“What’s about to ha—” He presses his hand down harder as he quickens his pace. My entire body tenses as my legs begin to shake and a stream of liquid shoots out of me as I fall apart. I’m in shock. I refuse to look down at what just happened, but I also can’t deny that it was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
“That’s what was about to happen and that was hot as fuck so don’t be ashamed.”
“Did I? Was that?” I can’t even bring myself to say it.
“You squirted, sweetheart.” He winks at me, sitting up and walking to the bathroom to come back with a towel a second later.
“I understand,” he says, positioning himself over me after cleaning me off, “that there’s a lot you’ve never experienced.” He places his cock at my entrance, reaching my hands over my head. “I want to explore all of it with you.” He pushes against me, my hips coming off the bed a little as he slowly enters me just an inch. “If you want me to just have free rein over your body, to explore and use you in any way I see fit, just tell me, baby.”
I wince as he slides out of me, then back in even further.
“I know it hurts, baby, but daddy needs to fuck you now. I can’t hold back any longer.” He pulls back again and this time, he slides in deeper and harder.
It hurts but the pleasure is building, taking over, mingling with the pain and bringing my body to life.
“Is that what you want? You want me to use you?” His pace builds as he slides in and out of me harder and deeper, but still not to the hilt.
“Yes,” I groan, my fingers wrapping around his hand that pins them to the pillow above me.
“I can do that for you.” His head falls forward, his hair tickling my face as his breath grows labored. He grunts with each thrust. “Ohhh, fuuuck, I’m so close, baby.”
Just hearing his words, my body is already so primed I feel myself start to come again. I squeeze my thighs around his hips, lifting mine in rhythm with his thrusts.
He releases my hands, pressing his palm down beneath me so that he’s hovering over me. His free hand wraps around my throat to use as leverage, pulling me down onto his cock harder. Seconds later he groans as his head falls back. His hips stutter, finally stilling as he blinks rapidly.
“Shit. I think I almost blacked out.” He leans down, kissing me before slowly pulling out of me. “Are you okay?” His breath comes out in warm puffs against my neck as he wraps his arm and leg around me.
“Yes, so good.” The moment I come down from my third… fourth orgasm? I’ve lost count today. My eyes grow heavy, my body begging for sleep already even though it can barely be past seven.
“Are you hungry?”
I turn my face to his. “Very.”
“Let’s get you fed.” His hand rests on my belly. “You’re going to need your strength for round two.”
“Round two?” My eyebrows shoot upward.
“You didn’t think that was it, did you?” He leans in to kiss me, biting my bottom lip softly. “I’m just getting started with you, baby. I’m a very greedy man and I intend to be a glutton tonight.”
We order takeout, eating at my kitchen island since I don’t have a dining table. It feels easy, natural even for us to talk and share food like we’ve been doing this for years. I wear his button-down and he’s in his boxer briefs. We talk about inane things, school, what he was like in school, even touching on his football career in college. I want to bring up the topic of his father, but it doesn’t feel like the right time.
I can see his eyes growing hungry… not for food and soon, he has me spread out on the kitchen counter as he pleasures me with his tongue for a few more orgasms. We don’t make it to the bedroom for round two. I ride him on the couch, and then he bends me over the back of it. By the time we’re finished, it’s nearing midnight.
“I need to text Wes,” he says, standing up to find his phone in his coat pocket.
“You can sleep here.” I try not to sound hopeful, but it’s no use. His eyes drift from his phone to me. He tosses it back onto the coat and pulls me to stand up.
