Page 54 of Daddy's Unexpected Gift

I moaned with how good she felt under my touch, how sexy she looked with her half-closed lids and glossy pink lips. She was exquisite torture. I wanted to watch her enjoying the way my touch made her feel. I wanted her wet heat surrounding me. I wanted so much, and I couldn’t have it all the way I wanted it. All at once, all the time. I had to portion out the delights of her body. I could not have all of her under my tongue and see the way desire played across her face at the same time.

But I could have her breast in my hands and my fingers deep between her legs. Reluctantly, I let go of one breast and slid my fingers between our bodies until I was diving deep into the folds of her pussy.

Cecelia whimpered and pressed her hips down against my hand. I didn’t think either of us was going to last very long. I slipped my fingers inside her. Her inner muscles were already pulsing and sucking with a rhythm that would easily trip over into uncontrolled frenzy with a gentle flick of her clit. I wanted to be inside her for that.

I hated to break the physical connection between us, but if I didn’t…

“Are you on birth control?”

“Yeah, why?” She stopped rocking to gaze down at me.

“I don’t want to stop for a condom. I want to release into you and fill you with my seed.”

“Oh.” She shivered with a gasp. She gulped and then nodded. “Yes, fill me. That sounds positively sexy. I like it when you talk like that.”

“You mean you want me to tell you I’m going to stretch you out and pump you so full of my cum, you’ll be leaking for days?”

Her eyes went wide. Maybe that was too much.

“Yes, say more.” Her demand was a low moan that shot straight to my balls.

Holy fuck. She was a complete turn-on. I was more than ready to fill her and explode. Now, my cock was somehow even harder.

“You need to slide that wet pussy of yours onto me now,” I demanded.

“Yes,” she cried.

I ran circles around her clit with my thumb. “You like that?”

“Uh-huh.” Every noise she made was more enticement.

“Pole dance on this.” I thrust up into her. She ground down against me.

“Tell me what to do, Sterling.”

With her inner walls clenching and pulling at me, I could hardly think. And she wanted me to talk dirty. All I could think was, ‘yes, do that, more,’ and nothing… my mind was mush as she pulled me into her.

I grabbed onto her hips and held her as I thrust into her. “You are so fucking wet. Like some kind of goddess hovering over me.”

I had no idea whether the words coming out of my mouth were coherent or not.

“I’m going to need you to cum for me, baby. Scream for me.”

Cecelia was too far gone to be able to respond. “That’s it, squeeze my cock. Damn.”

I felt her twitch and seize up around me before her orgasm started to flutter and pulse in hard contractions.

I tried to say something along the lines of suck it out of me, but the noise I made as I released it was something more like, “arrggghhhh,” incomprehensible garble as I was unable to breathe. And it felt like the heavens opened up and showered me with cotton candy and my favorite vodka. It was sweet and bright and something out of a fever dream. Cecelia’s body made me feel all of my favorite things from every point in my life, all at once. She was the thrill of a bungee jump and the exaltation of winning a Lacrosse championship in college. She was the candy store to my inner child, and her body was better than chocolate and the gummy worms I used to be addicted to. She was every good thing that had ever happened, all at once.

Spilling into her wasn’t the pinnacle of some physical act of enjoying her body. It was everything all at once. And for the first time in a very long time, I was afraid of what it meant.

.

28

CECELIA

With a stretch that had me pushing off the wall and hanging my feet over the edge of the mattress, I groaned a happy, satiated grumble. I rolled with a flop and draped over Sterling’s chest. He was still warm with vestiges of sweat clinging to his chest between his pecs.

---