Page 111 of The Daddy’s Girl

“Someday I’m going to fuck you where we can be as loud as we want,” I mumble against her forehead.

She giggles and squeezes me tighter.

Turning toward her, I revel in the sight of her in this moment. Normally after sex, if I stick around for cuddles, it’s usually for the sake of aftercare. My heart has never stayed so attached to the person I’m with.

Amelia has given me a new life.

Amelia is my new life.

Rule #31: Always lock the door.

Amelia

Matis tried to talk me into sleep twice. Instead, we ended up having sex again.

I did manage to fall asleep for a little while after. Then I remembered that the man of my dreams was lying naked behind me in my bed, and I woke back up.

And all it took was a little grinding of my hips, and now he’s sheathing his cock behind me for the third time tonight. As he slides inside me with a firm grip of my hips, I bury my face in the pillow to keep from crying out.

I have been with men before, or rather, should I say…boys. Because they were nothing like this. For one, Matis is easily the girthiest man who’s ever been inside me. That first time we had sex hurt a bit more than I was expecting it to. It took me a minute to adjust to his size.

And two, Matis knows pleasure like a third language. He speaks it most fluently. It’s as if he hears what my body is asking for even before I have a chance to voice it. He knows the speed, the intensity, the depth that feels best. He plays with my clit better than I do.

And three…I’ve never, ever called anyone Daddy before during sex. I’ve never even wanted to. But when he crawled into my bed last night, the urge came out of nowhere.

It made me feel so…taken care of. As if Matis is now the most important man in my life. He is my world. My everything. Which might be a bit much for some kinky bedroom talk, but it’s all part of some fantasy, I guess. Then hearing that word come out of my mouth…and seeing the effect it had on him…it was out of this world.

Fucking in silence was sexy at first, but now…our third time tonight…it’s turned into torture. I can’t wait for the first time we have sex when I can really scream, because I will. I’ll make sure everyone in the city hears me.

I think the need to be quiet keeps his thrusts tamer too. It’s still like heaven, but I want him to feel untamed and free to be as rough as he wants.

I’ve never come from sex alone…before tonight.

Tonight, I’ve done it twice.

About to be three times.

The sheets twist in my fists as he pounds into me from behind, his rhythm changing from fast to slow and then fast again. And something about it has my body tensing as it’s assaulted by pleasure. It cascades through me like an explosion.

A moment later, Matis’s heavy breathing stutters as he comes, filling the last condom.

When I collapse onto the pillow face down, my body is aching with exhaustion. Squeezing my legs together, I find the soreness there and it fills me with pride. It’s probably a good thing we ran out of condoms because if we didn’t, I’d probably let him fuck me until I couldn’t walk.

As touched as I was by him bringing them last night, I still wish he didn’t need them. Not so much because I’m ready to carry his children but because the idea of him filling me up turns me on more than it ever has before. I need to feel that filthy drip down my thighs—proof that he’s been here. Proof that he owns me.

When I see a peek of sunlight warming the skyline, the exhaustion from the long night finally pulls me under.

“Rest, Trouble,” he mumbles while kissing the side of my head.

“Stay,” I whine with my eyes still closed.

“I should really go. They’ll be waking up soon.”

I flip over to my back and clutch him desperately. “Please,” I beg. “They won’t come into my room. They never do. Stay with me.”

He’s clearly conflicted by how much he truly wants to stay and how much he doesn’t want to be found naked in my bed. I think I’m honestly beyond caring. If they find him, we simply explain and apologize and start the process of them getting over it.

But I also acknowledge that the situation is different for Matis. They will obviously blame him more than me. They’ll accuse of him some very terrible things that he is not guilty of. They’ll question his morality, his loyalty, his character.