Page 20 of Age of Shade

Daddy?

Fuckingdaddy?

Where the hell did that come from? It’s slightly fucked up, considering I really am old enough to be Adina’s father, but any self-consciousness or regret goes out the window almost instantly. The words have barely left my mouth when Adina comes with a wail that will probably echo out into the hall, her body shaking against mine as she comes violently.

I’ve never seen a woman’s orgasm more beautiful.

“Daddy,” she whines, and I’m only vaguely aware of uttering a ragged groan in response. Lunging forward, I claim her lips with mine, devouring her as the wetness from her pussy leaks freely over my balls. Kissing Adina doesn’t make me feel the way it did with any other woman. We’ve barely begun, and already I’m addicted.

The taste of her invades my senses, creating a pleasant, hazy buzz that vibrates through me. Her naked body is still pressed intimately against mine, but I can tell by the way she’s tilting her hips up to avoid pressing her clit against me that the poor thing must be overly sensitive from the orgasm she just gave herself.

Too fucking bad.

Needing to do a hell of a lot more than this chair allows, I grasp her hips and guide her off me. I intended to stand too, to guide her toward the bed or whichever flat surface seems appealing in the moment. Now, though… Now all I can do is stare. I’m struck dumb, awed. As a fresh wave of lust slams over me, threatening to pull me under, I’m positive I’ll remember the way she looks right now for the rest of my life: gazing down at me, her lips swollen and rosy nipples pebbled in the cool air of the hotel room, dark hair in disarray around her shoulders.

Tilting forward, my hands find the sides of her pale thighs. Neither of us speak as I reach back to grip her perfect, round ass and lean forward to drag my tongue over the hollow between her breasts. My fingers are dangerously close to her second hole, and I have to hold myself back from stroking her there too.

I’ve never felt like this. She’s managed to tap into a side of me that’s deeper and darker than I knew existed. For fuck’s sake, she’s a virgin, and I want to finger her ass? The good, respectable Doctor Roth is gone, and in his place is a dominant, possessive creature who wants to tie the beautiful virgin to his bed and fuck his cum into her all night. My orgasm in the shower was violent, more powerful than I can remember experiencing before, but already my balls are so full they ache.

This isn’t want. It’s pure, unadulterated need.

Adina moans throatily above me, her hands darting to my shoulders for balance as I move one hand between her legs, cupping her slick cunt.

I won’t fuck her.I won’t.We’re temporary. Even if she understands that, I can’t stomach taking that from her while she believes I’m something I’m not.

I’ll make her feel good. I’ll make her come until she can’t stand, and I will ignore the erection that is now so hard it’s bordering on painful.

The sound of our ragged breathing sounds unnaturally loud in the quiet room. “How’s that?” I ask, dragging my fingers over her swollen clit to her slick entrance. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, I ease a single finger past her entrance, pressing into her tight heat.

Her sexy, shocked face makes my cock throb. “Oh.”

One word, one fucking syllable, and I’m prepared to abandon whatever scraps of morality I have left to watch myself fuck this woman. I’m a large man, and just the thought of my too big, too-old-for-her cock stretching her over my length is enough to torch my last rational brain cell.

My thumb finds her swollen clit and I caress it teasingly—up and down, up and down—her body responding to my touch instantly.

“Oh my god!” Adina’s head falls back, hips jolting into my hand. I add a second finger, fucking her shallowly,carefully. The way she feels… I’d probably embarrass myself if I tried to get inside her right now; add that to the towering number of reasons we won’t be having sex tonight.

God help me—I will not fucking fuck her.

I don’t think I’ve blinked. My eyes are too busy raking over her beautiful body, hungrily memorizing the touches that make her whine or shake and the anxious way she shifts her hips against my hand. It couldn’t be clearer she’s inexperienced. The tightness of her cunt aside, my horny little angel needed a few minutes to adjust to my thick fingers inside her. When she does, though, the cry of ecstasy makes pre-cum drip over the head of my cock.

“Close?” I lean forward, my eyes glued to the juncture of her thighs. The sloppy, wet sounds coming from my fingers fucking her are profane, and they’re getting louder by the second. I can feel her getting more excited, feel the effect I’m having on her, and my body responds in kind.

Her hands bite into my shoulders, knees almost buckling when I curve my fingers to find that spot I’m betting she didn’t know existed until now. “Daddy, I’m coming, I’m—”

In the heat of the moment, I somehow forgot I’d opened that particular kinky can of worms. Hearing her say it again as she falls apart on my hand is a shock to the system. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I groan, lust searing through me as I lurch to my feet, swallowing the last of her moans with a hungry kiss that makes my cock leap against her stomach.

She’s soft and warm in my arms, her body pliant after two orgasms. Still, my greedy girl’s arms twine around my neck the moment I begin guiding her back toward the bedroom. We never break our kiss, but with each step, my impatience mounts. A glimpse of the chaise arranged before the windows sends a dark, gleeful thrill through me.

The room is dimly lit, but it’s enough that if someone in the offices across the street were to look this way, they might see the silhouette of our bodies.

I change course.

Adina squeals when I push her back onto the plush seat, tits bouncing as she sprawls out below me. I keep my eyes on her face as I lower my body over hers, feeling her thighs fall open to make room for me. “Please,” she pleads, her voice barely audible over our ragged breathing and the pulsing of my own heart.

Her hands, which had found my shoulders only seconds ago, drift lower.

“Angel,” I protest weakly, my body heating under her tentative touch. My cock is leaking freely between us, drawing sticky lines of pre-cum over her gently curved belly. I’m hanging on by a thread, struggling to remember all the reasons I said I wouldn’t do this.

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