Page 15 of Sugar Dusted Dad Bod

No one but me.

If we’re doing this… if we’re crossing this line… she really is mine.

And I can’t hold in my groan when I stroke both palms across Cady’s front, feeling her taut stomach, her heaving sides, the two little mounds of her tits. For a stolen moment, I wrap my arms around my girl and hug her close.

Mine. Mine.

“Jasper,” Cady whispers, pressing her ass back against my bare shaft. I’m harder than a steel bar with moisture weeping from the tip, and it smears against her lower back. “Do it. Dome.”

She’ll never have to ask me twice.

I lift Cady easily, gripping by the hips, and line her up with my length. She gasps when she feels it brush her entrance, and her fingernails dig into my forearms.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I lower her down slowly. Partly to give her a chance to adjust to my girth, partly to catch my own breath and keep from spilling too soon. Because I’ve been craving this for years, and Cady is tight and hot and slick, and Christ, she’s everything I imagined she’d be and more.

“Oh.” Cady sways back against my chest, resting her head on my shoulder. “Th-this feels…”

Her ass hits my lap again, but now I’m all the way inside her. Buried to the hilt in heaven. “Yeah.” Sweet tension buzzes in every nerve, right down to my back teeth. “It really does.”

Then I’m thrusting up and she’s rolling her hips, and we’re both cursing in the quiet break room. The nearest candle snuffs out from our breath, and the leather armchair creaks but holds strong, while pleasure crackles along my spine like wildfire.

It’s sweaty and awkward and clumsy at times, both of us needing a minute to find our rhythm. It’s clear that we’re both inexperienced at this; both learning as we go. But even when we move out of sync and clonk heads, even when we’re less than graceful, we still laugh and whisper to each other, thick as thieves.

We’re in this. Together.

Finally.

And when everything clicks into place, when we find our rhythm… it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Judging by Cady’s moans, she feels the same.

“Say you’re mine.” It’s a demand I never would have made in a thousand years, but I’m a different man now that my girl’s riding my cock and panting up at the ceiling. The little blissedout noises she keeps making—they’re rebuilding me from the foundations. I’m brand new. “Say you’re mine, Cady. Say you’ll come home with me after this blizzard and never leave.”

“Oh, god.” Her hips move faster at that, eager and rough, and it’s all I can do to hold onto her waist and keep thrusting, teeth clenched. “I’m yours,” Cady gasps, and another candle huffs out on the table. Shadows stretch through the break room, but it’s good. Primal. It suits the drumming war beat of my heart. “I’m yours for as long as you want me, Jasper.”

That’s an easy one. My face presses against the back of Cady’s neck, and I lick a drop of salty sweat off her skin before saying, “Forever. I’m never giving you up after this, you hear? Not ever, Cady. You’remine.”

Her moans get louder, my thrusts get sloppier, but we’re building to something now, climbing higher and higher together. There’s a knot winding tighter in my belly, and my balls draw up close to my body, heavy and full. Every thrust into Cady’s wet heat sends sparks raining across my skin.

“I love you,” Cady gasps out, and my rib cage cracks open. I’m decimated.

“I love you too,” I rasp, and it’s not enough. Even if I say it a thousand times per day for the rest of our lives, it will never be enough. She still won’t understand the depth of my feelings for her; the way she’s etched on my bones and twined around my DNA.

Still, it’s a start—and Cady cries out, arching her back, then slams down onto my lap as she comes and comes and comes.

She twitches and squirms. She pants and heaves.

And all the while, I clamp down on her hips and hold on for dear life, gritting my back teeth against the pressure building in my body.

Not until Cady finally slumps against me again, not until she’s done using me for her pleasure, do I finally let go with a relieved snarl. It’s agony, and then it’s bliss.

One, two, three long pumps inside her. My shaft swells and spurts, filling up Cady’s tight channel with my seed, emptying out my heart and soul, and I’ve never been a religious man but this is the closest to holy that I’ve ever felt.

It goes on and on. So long, I’d be embarrassed—except Cady sighs happily and wriggles her hips, screwing herself down even deeper to take it all in.

Hey. Give me a break—I’ve been pent up since the day I met this girl.

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