Page 88 of Daddy's Little Matchmaker

“Looking at homes for sale in Beaverton.”

She put a hand over his again and pulled it away. She shifted onto her back so she could make eye contact. “You were?”

“I was, and I am.” He pulled his arm out from under her, and moved so that he was on top of her, pressing her into the mattress, and their faces were inches apart. “I know it’s too early to say this Tessica, but I’m in love with you.”

She gasped and whispered, “I’m in love with you, too. I tried to deny it because it was all so fast, but I can’t help it.”

He nodded. “I’ve been trying to deny it as well, because it will mean a lot of lifestyle changes for me, but… I can’t help it either.”

She put her hands on his face, and pulled him into a kiss.

Sparks of joy flitted across his heart as he kissed her desperately. He pulled back before she did. “I need to get a condom.”

Tessica shook her head. “We don’t need one. I can’t get pregnant anymore. I would have told you sooner, but I kept thinking about all the people you’d slept with.”

“I can understand that. I always use protection when I’m not in a long-term relationship, and I get tested regularly.” He moved himself to the side again, put a hand on her hip and rolled her onto her side facing away from him. “Now, where was I?” Soon he was tweaking her nipple with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other.

She wiggled her backside against his hard cock.

“None of that,” he said. “Be still for me.”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered in a breathy tone.

His cock twitched at her submissive tone. He leaned into her ear and whispered, “I’m going to make you come just like this, before I fuck you.”

She whimpered and nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Soon she was panting, and trying to push her clit forward into his fingers.

He stilled his hands and she whined in protest.

“You keep your clit right where it is and stop pushing into my finger,” he ordered. “I decide when you get to come. Not you.”

“Please,” she begged. “Please don’t stop.”

“Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I might decide to keep you on edge for a long time. You can whine, and you can beg, but you may not push your clit into my finger to get more friction than I want you to have. Got it?”

“Yes Sir, I’ll be good. Please.”

He wasn’t actually planning to make her wait very long, but she didn’t need to know that. He let go of her breast, and adjusted himself to be more comfortable. “Use both your hands to play with your nipples while I concentrate on your needy little clit.”

“Yes, Sir.” She immediately did as she’d been told.

He moved his finger at a much slower pace than before, eliciting anther whine from her. Smirking, he kept it at that pace for several minutes while she begged for him to go faster. She kept her hips in place the whole time, not pushing into his fingers.

“You’re being very good for me.” He rewarded her by moving his finger faster while putting downward pressure on it.

“Oh, yes!” she said, “Yes, please!”

Her hips twitched forward in reaction, but he didn’t count that against her.

It only took a few seconds for her to cry out in pleasure. Her entire body shuddered as the aftershocks of her orgasm washed over her.

Before the last aftershock went through her, he reached down and guided his cock into her throbbing pussy.

“Yes!” She arched her back to get him deeper inside.

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