Page 153 of The Daddy’s Girl

My mouth stretches into a smile as I fight my laugh.

Suddenly, I’m being tossed around the small back seat until I’m on my knees in the next seat. Without ever pulling out, Matis kneels behind me, his head cramped toward the ceiling. Holding my hips tight in his hands, he pounds into me so hard my head hits the door of the car.

“Merde,” he grunts, petting a hand over my disheveled hair. “I’m sorry, Trouble. Are you okay?”

I’m still caught somewhere between laughter and ecstasy, so happy to be in this car with him that a bump on my head couldn’t possibly stop me.

But my sweet Matis, my sweet fiancé. This is just how he is. Both sexy and kind. The whole goddamn package and he’s all mine.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I say, looking over my shoulder. “Just fuck me.”

“I can’t help myself around you, Trouble. Look at me, fucking in the back seat of a car.”

His thrusts are quick and bruising, but it feels so good that I let it carry me away. We are being loud, far too loud honestly. But I can’t keep it in. My nails dig into the leather of the seats as he pounds into me.

“I’m going to fuck you again when we get home, understand?” he asks as he picks up speed.

“Yes.”

“Then I’m going to fuck you again.”

“Yes.”

“I might breed you all night long, Trouble. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I scream, pushing my hips back against him.

“I want you stuffed full of my seed.”

With that one sentiment, my toes curl and my spine arches and I come without even touching my clit. The thought of taking his cum has me so incredibly aroused that I come on the spot.

His hips don’t relent. Not for a second. He keeps up the rapid thrusts, the sounds of our bodies slapping together filling the inside of the car. The windows are fogged, and the scent of sex permeates the air.

“I need to look into your eyes when I come.” With that, he yanks out of me, leaving me feeling empty without him. I cry out from the sensation. Then he tears off my pants and pulls me back into his lap, this time facing him.

As I settle myself back on his cock, I do so while looking into his eyes. Our bodies are pressed together, and my heart is hammering passionately against his. He buries his hand in my hair at the nape of my neck and drags my mouth to his as I bounce myself on his length.

“My trouble,” he mumbles against my mouth. “My treasure.”

With my arms looped around his neck, I ride out another orgasm on his cock, one that echoes deep within my body, as if it’s my womb calling for him.

“Come inside me, Daddy,” I whisper while staring into his eyes.

He doesn’t respond, not with words. But he does grip me tight in his arms, which surround me as he drags me down hard on his shaft. I watch his face contort in pleasure, his eyes hooded and his lips parted.

It’s still the sexiest orgasm face I’ve ever seen, especially with the added element of knowing he’s filling me up.

No condom between us.

The consequences on our side.

Maybe something comes from it. Maybe not.

But the point is that we will do it together. We will make reckless, indulgent, spontaneous choices as one, and we will deal with the consequences together. Our lives are forever bonded.

When he slumps against me, his head against my shoulder, I run my fingers through his dark hair, smiling at the bold strands of gray in the mix.

“I love you,” I whisper.