Page 11 of Property of Big Daddy

I roll us over to missionary style.“Think I promised to fuck you hard,” I grit out and line back up, but first I want to tease her a bit.I slap the head of my weeping cock against her clit, sliding him between her pussy lips, wishing I could take this condom off and feel her skin to skin.I’m a no glove no love kind of man, but Gwynee and her irresistible pussy have me ten shades of fucked up because right now I want to rip this barrier away and pump her full of my come.

After Shelia trapped me with Sissy, I was loyal to her only to find out she’d been fucking my brother and, after all we’d been through, my kid might not have ever been mine.Then she died, and I swore I’d never have another ol’ lady or another kid.I raised Sissy and took in my traitorous brother’s daughter.Had been raising that girl most of her life as it was.But after all that shit, I’ve protected myself from ever getting fucked over like that again.

But now it’s been over ten years, and I know I’ve gotta move on.And in ways I have.There’s women in my life.Ones I fuck weekly.Keep them on a schedule.A rotation.Never in all these years has anyone made me question my choices.

Until tonight.

Until Gwynee and her voodoo pussy.

She’s perfect.So tight.Sweet.Beautiful.Like she was made for me with her sassy mouth and big tits that I’m going to fuck in the very near future.Just looking at her makes me want to get off.I’m that close.Two strokes and I could come.

No one, and I mean no one, has ever had a chokehold on my dick like this before.

I must be losing my damn mind, because I take her hand and place it between us on my dick.“Take it off so I can feel you,” I growl.

She stares at me with hungry eyes and does just that.

We both want this, consequences be damned.

With nothing separating us, I root myself inside her, having felt nothing better in my life.Jesus.Her pussy molds to my dick like a glove.

I take a moment to enjoy the wet, silken feel of her, careful not to crush her under my weight.

As promised, I fuck her hard and fast, unable to stop myself.

She’s got me ready to spout words I couldn’t possibly mean and promises I can’t keep.

I close my eyes, afraid if I look at her, I’ll lose control of my tongue and voice these crazy thoughts aloud.That can’t happen.I’m not a good guy.Far from it.I’m not the man she needs, but tonight I’m giving her what she needs.To be reminded that she’s beautiful and should be cherished.Her body was made to be worshiped.She’s a fucking goddess.

Only when she’s gotten off do I allow myself to come.

I pull out and blow my load across her stomach, filling her belly button with my spunk.

I collapse next to her in a sweaty heap to catch my breath and come back down from the high that is Gwynee.

She’s quiet as I gather her against me, her back pressing into the solid planes of my chest.I don’t usually stay in bed with women after sex, but I find myself wanting to be close to her.

I’m not ready for this night to end, and I wish I’d taken her back to my place to prolong the inevitable.

We’re both silent for a while, the only sounds being our heavy breaths and the occasional car driving past her apartment.I’m unable to fall asleep and can tell she’s still awake as well.

I’m the first to break the silence.“You okay, babe?”

There’s a beat before she answers, “Yeah, I’m better than okay.That was…I’m still recovering.”

I chuckle at her choice of words.They are a compliment to my performance in bed.It’s not like I don’t already know this, but to hear her voice it makes the sentiment somehow sweeter.

Gwynee shifts, turning around to face me.The room is dark, but I can make out the curve of her body and the sparkle in her eyes as she looks up at me, gliding a hand across my chest and up the side of my neck.“Tonight was exactly what I needed.”

“I’ve got no complaints.”

She pinches one of my nipples in response and though I can’t see her face in the dark, I can imagine the glare she’s giving me.

“I need to clean up.”She scoots off the edge of the bed and retreats to the bathroom, leaving me to contemplate if I should leave.

I’m not good at the after.Normally, I get off and go home alone.That’s how I like it, but as I watch her scurry back to the bed, I’m thinking it’s time to do some things differently.

Gwynee snuggles back into my side, placing her cold feet against my legs.I wrap an arm around her, keeping her close.We lay here tangled up in each other and the silence of the late-night hour lulls her to sleep.

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