Page 77 of Payoff Pitch

I remain still inside her as she takes a few moments to regain her breath. She briefly closes her eyes, and I see tears leak out the sides. Am I hurting her?

“Are you okay?”

She nods and mumbles, “So much. So big. So good.” I can feel her stomach muscles contracting below me.

Lifting her head to nibble on my lower lip, she releases her ankles, wraps her legs around me, and breathes, “Give it to me, Daddy.”

My eyelids flutter as I begin my punishing thrusts. I grit out, “I both love and hate when you call me that.”

Our eyes are locked as I give her everything I have. I suppose most women close their eyes during sex, but not Bailey. I’ve never thought about it before, but the intimacy of it truly adds to the pleasure. She’s completely locked in on me. I see both innocence and lust in her eyes at the same time.

Her moans of satisfaction only drive me to go harder and deeper as I rut into her without mercy.

I usually prefer a woman’s hands tied, but I don’t mind hers moving all over my body. Why is this so different?

She grabs fistfuls of my hair as she thrusts her hips up onto me. We manage to work perfectly in sync with each other.

I want to keep staring into her eyes, but it’s too much. It’s like she’s looking into my soul. I drop down from my hands and sink my face into her neck, inhaling her unique scent. One that has filled my house for months. One that my body always reacts to.

The sounds of our sweaty bodies pounding together fill the room along with our mutual moans of ecstasy.

“You’re so fucking sexy. Come for me, sweet girl. MakeDaddy happy.”

Her back arches, and she yells out into her orgasm. Thank fuck because I don’t know if I can hold off much longer with her. She’s just…everything.

I bite her neck and grunt her name as I come so fucking hard, filling the condom. My body collapses in exhaustion but she grabs my face and kisses me long and hard before mumbling into my lips, “Thank you. That was amazing.”

BAILEY

That was unequivocally the best sex of my life. I’m not even sure I can consider what I’ve done before sex after experiencing the dynamic masculinity of Tanner Montgomery.

He falls down next to me, completely out of breath.

I lift my head and smile at him. “Can’t handle it, old man?”

He grabs my ass hard, and I squeal. He practically growls, “Ever been fucked like that,young lady?”

I twist my lips, unable to deny the truth. “Can’t say that I have. I guess men are like a fine wine.”

His brow furrows. “I’m not that old.”

“Whatever you say, Daddy.”

He tickles me, and I giggle. “You are a brat.”

I bite my lip. “Maybe I need to be punished again.” I totally got off on it.

He pulls my body close to his. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

“I did.” I motion toward the untouched items. “What were those bands for? You never used them.”

“I planned to tie you up, but I was too ravenous for you and couldn’t wait another second to be back inside you. You turn me into a horny teenager unable to control myself.”

I plop my head down on his chest. “You seemed very in control to me. When can you go again?”

He chuckles. “I just came twice. Give me a second to catch my breath. Speaking of doing this again, we should talk.”

I trace his sexy chest hair with my fingers. “I know what this is, Tanner. Can’t we just enjoy it while it lasts? I’m not an immature girl with illusions of forever. I don’t need a label.”

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