Page 43 of Daddy's Little Matchmaker

Her eyebrows furrowed. It was somewhat difficult to think straight when she was so horny. “No, why?”

“I’m going to put on a condom.”

“Oh.” She almost shook her head and told him he didn’t have to, because she was officially in menopause and hadn’t had a period in over a year and a half, but then she remembered all the people he’d slept with and nodded instead. “Okay.”

He scooted off the bed, pulled his slacks up off the floor, and got a condom out of the front pocket. He tore the package open, rolled the sheath over his cock, and then climbed back in bed. But this time instead of lying beside her, he knelt between her legs.

She spread her legs as far as they would go to accommodate him, and bent her knees so that she had some leverage with her feet on the mattress.

Leaning forward, he hovered above her balancing on one arm, and used his free hand to guide his cock to her entrance. He slowly pushed forward. “Tell me if anything hurts.”

Impatient, she lifted her hips, and pushed herself up until his cock was all the way inside. “I’m good.”

He groaned, and rocked his hips in and out a couple of times before stilling. He looked down at her. “You sure?”

“It’s been a long time, but I’m not a virgin, and I’ve had two babies.” She tilted her hips to slide up and down his cock. “Nothing hurts. It feels fantastic. All I want is more.”

He put a hand on her left hip and gripped it tightly, halting her movements. “Be still for me, and put…” His eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not sure how equal you want us to be right now, but I’d like you to put both your hands above your head on the pillow and cross your wrists together.”

“I don’t mind following your lead in bed.” She put her hands above her head as requested. “As long as I can turn the tables on you once in a while.”

“We can give that a try sometime,” he agreed. “But not tonight. Don’t move your hands.” He glanced down at her bent legs. “Lay your legs flat on the bed and keep them there.”

She did that as well.

“Good. Now be still while I play with you. You can beg and moan, but your body stays still for me until I say you can move. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.” She smirked.

“Mmm.” He hummed with approval as he pushed his hips into her as far as he could. “I like the sound of that.” He trailed a hand down her stomach, over her mound, and dipped his fingers down between them to reach her clit.

She gasped when he touched it and moaned as he rubbed his fingers back and forth across it rhythmically. He kept his cock pressed firmly inside her and leaned down to gently kiss her neck.

“That’s amazing,” she said reverently. Her hips rocked in time to his fingers. Her breath came in little puffs. Every swipe of his fingers produced waves of pleasure that rolled through her and added to the incredible sensation of being surrounded and filled by him.

“I’m not going to last long,” she warned. She could already feel the waves building on top of each other.

“I love how responsive your body is to my touch. I can’t wait to see how many times I can make you come.”

Those words sent her over the edge. Her body clenched again and again around his cock as she cried out in ecstasy.

His fingers stilled and he pulled his head up to look her in the eyes. “How many times do you usually come in a night?”

“Once.”

He raised one eyebrow. “Even when you were married?”

“There were a few times in my younger years when I came twice in one night, but usually just once.”

“Maybe we need a two-come rule for you.”

A snorted laugh came out of her. “A two-come rule?”

“Yeah.” He smirked. He shifted his weight so that he was balancing his upper body with his right hand, and then used his left hand to grasp both of her wrists that were still above her head.

“You’ve got me. What are you going to do with me?” she teased.

He moved his hips, rocking in and out of her at a leisurely pace. “I’m thinking it over.”

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