Page 2 of Dirty Little Secret

The glowof the lamplight casts a warm hue over Tess's pale skin, illuminating her like an ethereal being as she hovers above me. My heart is racing, my blood throbbing in tune with the desires that charge through every vein. She moves with an intoxicating rhythm, her eyes locked on mine, undeniably masterful in her actions yet brimming with tenderness. The depth of my feelings for her seems to amplify with every sigh and moan that escapes her lips—sounds that carry the weight of shared secrecy and unbridled passion.

Lying beneath her, I'm consumed by a tempest of emotion. Love, yes—a fierce, burning passion that has built steadily since I first met her, but also fear. Fear of the inevitable wrath or disappointment that might follow from revealing what's been festering between us. Her father is not just my dear friend and a business associate; he’s a man I respect immensely. As much as I want to avoid the drama, it’s inevitable. With six months behind and forever in front of us, I’m ready to take this to the next level. And if means losing his friendship, then so be it.

But right now, none of those fears can hold ground against the overwhelming presence of Tess herself. Her movementsgrow more urgent, and my hands roam up her body, tracing the curve of her spine before settling confidently on her hips. I guide her rhythm but it’s unnecessary—she knows exactly how to drive both of us to the brink and beyond.

As we move together in the silence punctuated only by our shared breaths and soft noises, time becomes fluid—slow and rushing at once. Tessa's name escapes from my lips like a plea as she arches back slightly, offering me every silhouette of her form in the dim light—a vision I know I’ll recall forever. And in that instant, despite all logical constraints and fears, I want nothing more than to confess everything my heart has been harboring: my deep and unwavering love for her.

Soon enough, reality will demand its turn, forcing us to face the consequences of our clandestine encounters. It will come with challenges, but I know they’ll all be worth it. But for now, in this secluded world made up only of each other, we allow ourselves to forget everything but the exhilarating sense of being together.

In the dim light of the bedroom, every sensation is amplified. Tess's movements are fluid, each motion laced with an urgency that seems to pull a deeper hunger from within me. Her eyes lock onto mine, dark and unfathomable, as she licks the head of my cock, swirling her tongue over and over as her mouth slowly descends the length of my shaft. I almost pity her as she struggles to open her mouth wider, desperate to suck as much as she can, gagging loudly as she takes me deep into her throat, but the sight is so good it keeps me up at night.

“Keep trying, baby girl. Daddy appreciates how much you love his cock,” I groan as my arousal grows to unfathomable proportions.

Tess nods, her lip pouting before she takes me into her mouth again.

The air around us feels charged and thick with desire as she moves rhythmically. I can feel every contour of her mouth, as if every inch is engrained into my senses. The slick heat between us builds, making the room feel even warmer. My breath labors in quick, heated bursts.

“No more, baby. Give Daddy that sweet pussy. Climb onto my cock and show me how deep you can take me there.” I clasp her waist tightly and lift her hips, and let her drag her slick heat down my stiff cock. Like so many other times, I commit the sight to memory.

Tess’s fingers dig into my shoulders, movements punctuated by her soft moans that fill the space around us. As she increases her pace, the sound of our mixed moans and whispers blankets us, pulling me closer to the edge. She grinds harder, her tight walls squeezing my shaft as tiny gasps escape her lips. Her pulsing pussy sets its rhythm to the pumping friction of my throbbing cock, torturing me with a tight clench that seeks to milk my balls dry. I want to give it all to her. Deep down, I fantasize about filling her with so much cum and pounding her nineteen-year-old pussy until I knock her up and bind her to me forever. The longer we’re together, chasing this high, the more I long to make this dream come true.

I may be painfully aware of the gap between us, but it does nothing to deter me from making love to her every chance I get. Tessa is vibrant, a burning flame that could easily consume me, but as she moves above me, all thoughts of time dissipate, replaced by an overwhelming surge of emotion that anchors me firmly to the present. I may not deserve her, but fate has been kind enough to give me this precious gift.

“How close are you, baby girl? Are you ready for Daddy to fill you up? Do you want Daddy to give you all his love?” I’m on the edge of a cliff, staring into the sweet abyss and dying to plunge into bliss with her.

“So close, Daddy. So close. Please give it to me. Show me how much you love me.” Tessa licks her lips and pouts, her bottom lip quivering as she continues impaling herself on my thick member. I'm lost to every movement—every muscle in my body strung tight with desire.

“I love you, baby. Daddy loves you so fucking much.” With desperate strokes, we move together as if chasing something unreachable, profound, and transformative that can only be expressed in these wordless exchanges.

Finally, intensity overtakes subtlety, and our movements become more frenzied, uncontrolled, feral lust with only one goal. There's a crescendo building within me, ready to break like a wave over us both. Tess leans down to kiss me deeply—overwhelmed, breathless, entwined. As we find our climax together, it's like reaching the peak of a mountain at dawn—everything sharp and vivid and impossibly clear. Tess collapses on top of me with a laugh that rings out pure and delighted. Her hair curtains our faces, a cascade shielding us momentarily from the world outside.

We lie together in the aftermath, hearts hammering against ribcages, bodies entangled. Outside, the city pulses, but inside here—within these four walls—it’s just us. Tess lifts her head to meet my gaze, eyes alight with something fierce and soft all at once.

“That was wonderful,” she says simply, earnestly, like she’s stating a fundamental truth of her universe.

I brush a stray lock of hair from her face. “It’s always wonderful with you. I love you, Tessa.” And although it feels like everything that needs to be said is spoken in those words, there’s so much more left unsaid. I should declare my undying devotion to this goddess of a woman and beg her to marry me, but I can’t. My girl deserves to see our engagement photo inThe New YorkTimesand a wedding that’s the talk of the town. And if I’m going to give it to her, I’ll need to come clean… to everyone.

tessa

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The following week

As I approachour usual corner table at the café, sunlight pours through the large windows, bathing everything in a golden glow. Kelly is already there, waving energetically with one hand, her new engagement ring catching rays and scattering them like tiny stars around her. My heart gives a conflicted tug—joy for Kelly tangles with the dull ache of my own unvoiced dreams.

"Look at this, Tessa!" she gushes, thrusting her hand closer to my eyes. The diamond catches the midday sun, dispersing little rainbows all over our table.

"It's beautiful, Kel," I say, and I mean it. She’s waited long enough for this. "He finally popped the question then?"

She laughs, sliding into the chair across from me. "Last night, under the stars—can you believe it? It was perfect.”

As we settle into our seats, Kelly can hardly sit still. She is bubbling over with details of how her boyfriend, Jon, proposed, and their plans for a summer wedding. I nudge my salad around while nodding and smiling, doing my best to soak in her happiness.

I manage a smile, stirring my latte absentmindedly, feeling the foam dissolve under the swirl of my spoon. “Sounds like adream,” I murmur. Kelly's happiness is infectious but layers over my heartbreak like a Band-Aid over a deep wound.

"So, what about you and Magnus?" Kelly asks suddenly, her head tilting with curiosity that edges just a bit too close to pity.

"We're… good," I say finally, brushing off the heaviness in my chest with a shrug. "Magnus has been really busy with work.” I take a long pause before switching subjects. “Jon really went all out, didn’t he?” I admire the sparkle of her ring, hoping she doesn’t bring up Magnus again.

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