Page 38 of Somebody to Save
She leaned onto her elbows and caught my attention in the mirror.
“I can feel you holding back,” she panted. “Don’t.”
I growled and grabbed hold of the back of her hair, twisting my fingers through the silky, pink strands. “We haven’t discussed your boundaries, your limits.”
“I don’t care.”
Her unwavering stare held mine in our reflection, and her hand covered mine at the back of her head. There was no doubt clouding her eyes, and fuck, I wasn’t strong enough to fight it any longer.
“If you want to stop, say ‘red.’ Tell me you understand.”
She shivered and nodded. “I understand, Daddy. Now, please fuck me like you want to.”
And I did.
My hand in her hair tightened, and I smacked her ass hard. Pink immediately bloomed over her skin, and I watched her cheek bounce with the impact. I did it again and again, and every time she cried out into her silent room. My thrusts between slaps were rough and unforgiving, but Addison held on.
Even when tears ran down her eyes and her cries broke off into whimpered moans and sobs, she took it all.
Yanking her up with my hand in her hair, I tugged until her back was plastered to my front. She was a fucking goddess. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and her lips were indefinitely parted.
With one hand around her throat, I slipped the other one down her stomach until I found her overly sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.
“Please,” she begged.
Quick, short circles over her clit, I tightened my hand aroundher throat, and I could feel her dripping around my cock. I pressed my mouth to her ear and nipped at her lobe, the blush from her cheeks spreading across her skin like an unyielding fire and tears smearing her makeup.
“Come for me, baby girl. Look at us in the mirror and come all over Daddy’s cock. I want to watch you fall apart. Yes, let me watch you.”
“Don’t stop,” she cried, one of her hands latching around my forearm at her throat while the other dove behind us to tangle in my hair.
“I’ll never stop. I won’t stop. Just fall apart. I’ll catch you. Just let go.”
“Yes, yes,” she chanted, bucking back and forth, impaling herself harder onto my cock and pushing into my hand. “I’m coming, Daddy. Oh,fuck.”
Watching the pleasure bloom across her features, there was no better sight. She clenched around me so hard, my thrusts stuttered, and my own orgasm pounded through me. Pumping the condom full, I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her neck as we both shook. We rode out every aftershock together, holding onto each other and drawing out our pleasure.
“Oh my—” she sighed contentedly. “Best first date ever.”
Chuckling, I placed a light kiss on her neck and breathed her in.
“Best date ever,” I agreed, intentionally dropping the “first” because qualifying the statement would have made it untrue. It wasn’t just the bestfirstdate, it was the best date. Full stop.
“I’m glad I said ‘yes,’” she said, turning just enough so she could peek at me over her shoulder. My cock was slowly softening inside her, but I didn’t dare move. “And I just want to make sure you know that I’m not a cheater. Like a serial cheater or anything. I wouldn’t do that again. It was a one-time thing that, like I said, I don’t regret.”
“I’m glad you said yes, too, Bubbles. And I know that’s not who you are. Don’t worry.”
Her hand cupped my cheek, delicate fingers running through the thick stubble on my chin, and her eyes softened as she smiled.
“And also I’m glad you found me. Whether intentional or not,” she said with a short laugh.
I returned her smile, and she dragged her thumb along my lower lip. “Well, that’s the thing, Bubbles. Now that I’ve found you, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go.”
EIGHTEEN
MEET THE GRANDMAS
Addison
