Page 58 of Stay

I double-down on my efforts.

“You’re such a slut for my cock.”

I am.

I know he’s getting close to a release when a sheen of sweat coats his body. I pop off and jerk him faster. “Give me your cum, Daddy.”

“Put your mouth back where it belongs.” Cole grabs my hair and holds my head down. I put all my energy into giving him the best, sloppiest, nosiest blowjob ever. “Swallow it,” he grits out. “Take it all, Angel.”

Cum floods my mouth.

“When I’m done, don’t stop sucking.”

No problem.

I keep sucking even as his dick softens. Shit, even when he’s got a chub, I can’t fit the whole thing in my mouth. Cole’s huge.

“That’s my good girl.” He threads his fingers in my wet hair and pulls me off him. “I want to fuck you now.”

Cole’s got great rebound time.

I straddle his groin, angling his dick against my pussy, when he holds my hips to stop me from sinking down on him. “Condom, Angel.”

Right. Wow. How did I let such an important thing slip my mind? Easy.

“I’m on birth control.” I got on it after graduation, even though I never slept with another person since Cole.

His jaw ticks. “You want to…” His voice dies out before he finishes that sentence.

“No barriers between us.” I lower down on his dick. It takes a hot minute to get him fully seated. “You’re fucking huge.”

Cole remains quiet, staring at me with hawk eyes while I ride him.

He’s so deep, his cock knocks against my cervix every time I bounce. It hurts and feels good at the same time. Flattening my feet on either side of his hips, I lift and rotate my waist until his eyes roll back.

“Holy shit.” Cole’s hands fly up to the headboard so he can hold on tight. “Ride me, Angel. Take what you need from me.”

I shift from a circulating motion to a grinding back and forth one. There’s constant friction against my clit this way. My pussy is full. He’s hitting some deep pleasure point I can’t ever reach on my own. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to build.

Cole tips his head back. “Fuck your Daddy, Angel. Scream for me.”

I falter. My thighs shake.

Without warning, he lets go of the headboard, grips my hips, and slams into me until I’m the one holding on for dear life. Our bodies slap together. Sweat beads on my brow and runs down my back. Cole flips us over and thrusts long and hard into me while I lay on my back. “Put your feet on my shoulders, slut.”

I can barely breathe when he pounds into me at this angle. It’s too much. Too deep. Too—

“Cream on my cock.”

He wraps a hand necklace around my throat, and I see stars when I orgasm.

“That’s my greedy little cock whore.” He slows his pace once I’m done coming. “Squeeze my dick again.”

I can’t control my body with how languid I’ve become. “I don’t have the strength.”

He bites my shoulder. “Do it.”

I squeeze, my Kegels barely gripping him because I’m too spent.

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