Page 5 of Deadly Tiger's Single Dad Crush

I have a neighbor who’s sixteen (and therefore very, very wise in the ways of the world.) Katie promised me that sex would get better so I slept with that boy five more times over the next two months. It stops hurting but it’s still an awkward and unpleasant experience.

What happens is I just give up sex altogether. I mean, I don’t obsess about it like my friends and I don’t care. I have boyfriends and they get blowjobs or hand jobs. I stay dressed at all times. Until Daniel, no guy since the junior high boy ever sees my pussy. Sex is never really on the table at all.

And so, I don’t pay attention to what’s going on because… Well, I don’t know if it’s fair to say I forget that I’m going to have sex but it’s pretty close to what happens.

And Daniel’s enormous cock slides right into my pussy as he kisses me.

It’s the most shocking thing that ever happened to me. Okay, I know that Daniel putting his mouth on me is the most shocking thing that ever happened to me but you’ll have to forgive me because it all feels impossible and shocking. I just lock up as I try to deal with the sensations.

Wait… There’s no pain.

There’s no awkwardness. And…

“Daniel!” I screech against his kiss as my orgasm grows even stronger, something I can’t comprehend as even possible!

This is it!

This is what sex is supposed to be, the thing Katie was talking about! Oh wow. It doesn’t just get better. It’s so much better that I can barely think. The orgasm from his mouth is sharp and powerful but mostly something I feel over the surface of my pussy, if that makes sense. I mean, sure, my whole body gets involved but it’s still a very external kind of thing. It’s pleasurable and intense but sharp, right on the edge of oversensitive from the very beginning.

And then, his cock slides into me.

And the orgasm is still as intense but it isn’t sharp anymore. Instead, it grows deep, like a kind of… I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like there’s an element of the pleasure missing before and when his cock fills me up the way it does, the orgasm becomes complete. I guess that’s probably a silly way for me to put things but that’s how it feels. I feel like the pleasure is complete now, and the completeness feels really, really good.

It’s when he pulls back that I realize all of these thoughts and all of my impactful feelings about the presentation are based onjust one single thrust. I gasp just from the realization of what’s coming next and then I cry out against his mouth as he thrusts again.

He immediately sets a steady pace, and each time he moves, my orgasm seems to spike. Without actively deciding to do it, I move beneath him. I just cling to his back and lift my butt up off the mattress to meet his thrusts. When I notice I’m doing that, I want to lift my leg up and hook it over his waist or something. I just can’t coordinate well enough so I’m splayed out beneath him, moving kind of haphazardly and very happy that he’s kissing me so he doesn’t see how uncoordinated I look.

Daniel picks up the pace again and I hear a low growl in his chest like… Okay, know this is weird but it’s the first thought I have. The sound is like a muted roar. It’s strange but it turns me on like crazy and I start to moan and move and encourage him to give me more and more.

He picks up on my energy and grabs me from the bed and lifts me up into his lap as he sits on the edge of the mattress. The change is swift and takes my breath away. I stare at his face as his cock slides up into me again, The feeling of his cock moving inside me while I straddle him is even more intense. I buckle in his arms with another orgasm.

He slides his hands down, grips my hips, and thrusts hard. I feel his cock throbbing hard inside me and then a wonderful warmth moves through me.We fall back onto the bed, but I hold onto him tightly. “Please stay inside me.” He kisses my head and pulls me close.

With every shift of our bodies, I beg him, “Please stay inside me.” I feel really foolish like people don’t say that. But I can’t help myself. I’m overwhelmed. I’m feeling aftershocks of my orgasm and those are mingled with the sweetness of being wrapped up in his arm. I just don’t want it to end.

Finally, he scoots to the edge of the bed. He finally slips out of me as he stands. He doesn’t put me down, though. I remain in his arms and he carries me to the shower.

We shower together, and it’s one of the most intensely intimate moments of my life. After, we step out and dry off and I realize that I’m in his room and I don’t have any of my clothes in there. He seems to realize the same thing because he just tosses me a tee shirt from his dresser. I smile as I slip it on with nothing else.

He takes my hand and we walk out to the living room. He starts a movie, but I blurt out, “I’ll cook something!” I don’t know what’s making me feel so domestic at the moment, but I go over to the kitchen and start pulling ingredients out for some southwest omelets. It was one of the first “fancy” things I learned to cook as a kid and it’s still a favorite.

“Smells delicious, Sam!”He calls a little later. It’s silly how good that makes me feel.

I grin but call back, “It’s just omelets.”

“Well, I can’t wait to try it.”

I grin and feel happier than I’ve felt in a long while. I spend a little extra time plating the omelets and even dot some hot sauce on the plate in a fancy way. I feel a bit of silly pride looking at the end result.

And then it hits me, how cool all of this is.

I’m standing in his t-shirt and nothing else, cooking for him. I feel incredibly sexy and naughty, but more than that, I feel connected. I feel like this is us and not just me. I feel like it’s… Well, it hits me that this is real and not just in my head the way it’s been in my head since I first saw Daniel and got a place to live.

I walk over with a huge smile on my face, a deep joy coming over me. I deliver the food. Then, I curl up beside him onthe couch with my own plate and I hardly register what I’m watching.

It’s so real. It just feels so damn real!

That’s when the fear hits.

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