Page 30 of Secret Confession
I scoff, waving her off. “No, I want to go to sleep knowing my cum is seeping out of you, like the dirty slut you are.”
Her cheeks flush bright red, and I watch with amusement as it spreads down to her chest. For a moment, she looks like she might argue, but that soon falls away, and she settles into my side. As she snuggles against my chest, her lips lift into a smile, and she lets out a content sigh that creates butterflies in my stomach.
I know I need to leave as soon as she’s come down from the high of her orgasm, but I don’t fucking want to. I like the feel of her small body cocooned beside mine, her blonde hair sprawled over my shoulder as her breath tickles my chest.
I know I need to go, but I feel more comfortable and settled here than I ever thought was possible. I haven’t shared a bed with anyone in over twenty years, not even for a night, and if I’m being honest, I’ve never wanted to—until I met Courtney.
Now, I want to spend every moment I can with her. I feel like I might misssomething important while I’m away from her. There’s something magnetic about Courtney, drawing me in like a moth to a flame, and I don’t think I could stop it, even if I wanted to—which I definitely fucking don’t!
I’m so screwed!
When I wake up with Courtney in my arms, I expect to feel something like regret, or maybe even disappointment, that I gave in and let my feelings rule. But I don’t feel anything even close to that.
I wake up more well-rested than I have in years. There’s also a strange sense of peace and tranquility that I’m not used to, which is throwing me off a little.
Normally, as soon as I wake up, I get out of bed, not wanting to linger, but this morning, with Courtney’s petite body draped across one side of mine, I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. And strangely, I find I don’t want to leave the warmth of the bed.
Instead, I watch the beautiful blonde as she snores softly against my chest. Her face appears more relaxed in sleep, softening her features to make her look almost angelic.
She seems so peaceful, like she doesn’t have a care in the world, which I know isn’t true, as she has nightmares most nights. I don’t know how long it’s been happening for, but she’s had one every night she’s been at the Mansion. Yet, I didn’t hear her wake up once last night.
I feel a strange sense of pride that I was able to keep her monsters at bay long enough for her to get a restful night’s sleep. The very idea that she’s so comfortablewith me, that she's able to sleep without fear, it does scary things to my heart that I don’t even want to think about.
I gently stroke my fingers along her back, content to just watch her sleep, as I try to ignore the throbbing hard-on I woke up with. It’s hardly surprising I’m painfully erect, given the fucking gorgeous girl who has her leg wrapped over mine, with her arm curled across my waist, clinging to me.
By the time Courtney wakes up, all the sweet thoughts I had when I first opened my eyes have been pushed to one side by my sex-crazed brain, led by my painful erection.
It doesn’t take long for me to drag Courtney into the shower, and once we’re in there, with the hot water cascading over our bodies, I take her the way I’ve been picturing since I woke up.
I push her chest against the cool tiles, her nipples rubbing against them as she arches her back for me, giving me the perfect view of her waiting pussy. She’s ready for me, but I rub her clit until she’s dripping wet.
I nudge her legs apart wider, running my hand along the curve of her spine, groaning at how fucking perfect this girl looks when she’s presented to me like this. It only takes one soft moan from her, and I lose the last of my self-control.
I slide my cock into her from behind, loving how deep I can go with this new angle. Courtney’s loud moans are quieted by the cascading water, but I can feel the way her body responds.
I fuck her hard and fast, just the way I promised her I would before we got into the shower. If her pussy is sore from the day before, she doesn’t say anything. She simply takes my cock like a good little whore, rocking against me with each thrust so she can take all of me.
Her whimpers for more soon turn into cries of pleasure, and it’s not long before she’s begging me to let her come. I want to drag it out, but my own release is edging closer, much quicker than I expected, so I give her what she wants—what we both crave.
We both come together, crying out at the same time as my cock pumps her full of cum yet again. If she wasn’t on the pill, I wouldn’t be surprised if she got knocked up, just from the sheer volume of cum I’ve filled her with.
Courtney pregnant is a strange thought, particularly as it’s not something that scares or alarms me as much as it should. Still, it’s not something I want to focus on whilst my balls are tingling and Courtney is coming on my dick.
I push the strange thoughts to one side, focusing on the feel of her cunt fluttering around my now spent cock. When her orgasm is over, her body seems to sag, and I have to grab hold of her quickly to stop her from falling to the floor, as her legs are too weak to hold her up.
With a smug grin on my face, I help her wash her hair, before meticulously cleaning every inch of her body, worshipping her the way she deserves. I then take care of myself before carrying her back into the bedroom.
Our amazing shower fuck puts me in a great mood to start the day, and though Ihate leaving her to go to work, I take my smug smile with me, along with the thoughts of her coming on my cock—again.
I’ve always had a decent sex drive, but at my age, my stamina isn’t quite what it used to be when I was in my twenties. Though, when I’m around Courtney, I’m like a teenager all over again, desperate for one more time with her.
I have a full day of meetings planned, and I’ve never wanted to skip work more, so I can stay wrapped up in her beautiful body all day long. Knowing I can’t do that—or shouldn’t—I head to my home office, but not before a plan hits me.
I quickly send a text to my security staff, informing them to send a livestream to my phone, showing me where she is at all times. As long as she’s in a room with a camera, I’ll be able to look at her whenever I want.
Wow, I’m not sure when I became this much of a stalker, but I have no regrets.
By the time my final meeting of the morning wraps up, I feel like I’m getting withdrawal symptoms from being away from her for too long. Luckily, the meeting finished early, leaving me with over an hour before my next scheduled phone call, so I can’t resist indulging in my drug of choice—my Little Lamb.
