Page 47 of Age of Shade

I groan as she makes a show of getting on her hands and knees and crawling until her body is over mine. I’m dressed only in a pair of boxers, and I wasn’t hard mere seconds ago. The sight of her tight, perky breasts in my face, though, is all it takes to turn my cock to stone.

Adina settles back in my lap, her bare sex pressed right over my length, separated by a thin layer of cotton. I can feel the heat coming off her, feel how slick she’s gotten. She rocks over my shaft, nipples pebbling in the drafty apartment air, and I let my head drop back into the pillow, enjoying her little performance.

Normally, I’d let her play for as long as she likes, but today?Goddamn. I need to get inside her.

I grit my teeth. “Do you want to play, angel? Or do you want to give me what I want?”

There’s a soft inhale of shock at those words, and that’s all it takes. She lifts her hips, allowing me to tug my boxers down and grip my shaft, aligning it with her hot, wet entrance.

“Sit.”

Watching her do this is always a reminder of how mismatched in size we are. I’m nearly a foot taller than she is and have a dick to match. It’s perverse, but I can’t lie to myself. There’s nothing more satisfying than stretching her body to fit mine.

We’ve been fucking for weeks now, but her eyebrows still knit together with worry when she gets the first half of me. It’s a reminder of what a filthy, old man I am, how much I love that I’m too big for my twenty-one-year-old girlfriend’s tight pussy.

She’s determined today, and doesn’t falter as she lowers herself over me, impaling herself on my dick.

Like she’s thinking along the same lines I am, Adina’s lips fall open in a quiet sigh when her ass finally settles in my lap. “Does it feel good, daddy?”

Fuck yeah, it does.

I hum my approval, careful to keep my expression unimpressed. My girl loves to hear what she does to me, but these last weeks have taught me that she gets so much wetter and comes so much harder when she earns her praise. “Sure does. I think you know how you could make me feel better, though.”

A fresh wave of sticky arousal coats my dick, and Adina hesitates for all of half a second before she’s lifting onto her knees and shoving herself back down. Soft, breathy whimpers fill the room as my girl bounces on top of me, her hands planted on my chest and her back arched to give me a better view of her tits.

“Going to make yourself come?” I ask with a throaty chuckle, running my hands over her hips. My balls are already tight andaching, ready to blow, but it’s always like that when I fuck her. Even if she made me come an hour ago, the moment I get inside her tight cunt, it’s a battle to keep myself from spilling too soon.

Fingers digging into my chest, Adina rocks over me, faster and faster. Her mouth pops open, and I expect her to moan or beg, but what she says instead fucking rocks me.

“I love you.”

Goddamn it. This woman.

With a groan, I reach up to pull her close and push us both over, sealing her between my body and the mattress. “I love you too, angel. So much. Fuck me, this feels good. Your little hole is a goddamn miracle, making me feel so good—” Fresh wetness coats my length, and it snaps the invisible tether keeping me in control.

The noise I make is one of pure animalistic desire. My abs strain and my thighs burn as I let loose, pumping my cock into that intensely narrow channel as hard as I can until Adina’s legs shake and her back bows off the bed.

“Daddy!”

I’ll never get tired of hearing her call me that when she’s coming. “Do you want my cum?” I grunt, shifting my weight to one arm so I can cradle one of her tits in my hand, kneading and squeezing. There’s no finesse to it, just raw need to make sure she feels meeverywhere. “Tell me, angel.”

“Yeah—oh, fuck—yes!” She hiccups, clutching my shoulders as the last of her orgasm dies away.

I grit my teeth, bearing down harder as heat begins to build at the base of my spine. I’m desperate to come now, aching to shoot my load so deep it leaks out of her for hours. If today goes as planned—if she agrees to my third request—she’s going to have a piece of me inside her when we do it.

I want to be connected to this woman, joined in every biological, emotional, and legal way possible.

Adina’s heels lock behind my back, her cries sounding in my ear as she tries to drag me closer.

“Here it comes,” I grit out, my pace faltering as I press my face into her neck, greedily inhaling my favorite scent.

I come violently and without warning. My vision goes black as pleasure explodes within me, making my whole body shake with the force of it as I unload deep inside her. I have no idea how long it goes on or how long I lay on top of her, unable to bring myself to pull away.

When the sweat has begun to cool on my back and I’m positive my muscles are about to give way, I fall to her side with a weak laugh. Soft hands stroke gently through my hair as I recover, our limbs tangled beneath the covers. My boxers have somehow become tangled around one of my legs, but my cock is out, a combination of our releases drying on my skin. It’s imperfect and intimate, and fucking incredible.

There’s only one thing that could possibly motivate me to move.

“We have to get going,” I mumble, lifting my head to check the time on the alarm clock.

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