Page 47 of Daddy's Game

He pushed the crown past my outer lips. I threw my head back and sucked in a deep gasp of air as he stretched and filled me inch by inch. His warmth, the way his member throbbed with his pulse as it entered me was almost enough to get me off all on its own.

Brock kept going until he filled me up completely. He drew himself out and glided back in slowly, deliberately, watching my reactions the entire time.

He worked his way up into a steady rhythm, adjusting when I needed him to without my having to say anything. We were in tune with each other, and soon I found my body moving instinctively back against his own.

I was amazed at how easily, how well we synced up with each other. Our eyes met as he moved with piston powerful thrusts in and out of me, just as I was on the verge of climax.

I saw the look in his eyes when he gave himself over fully to his desires, desires he was sating only with me. His face contorted and he came inside of me, filling me with his warmth.

Then his member throbbed like mad, thrusting me fully over the precipice of orgasm. I sucked in air and screamed, raking my nails down his back. My toes curled, my brain filled with pulses of utter ecstasy crackling around like lightning, and I nearly passed out.

I’d never cum that hard in my entire life.

He collapsed on top of me. Brock kissed me, all over, my cheek, my lips, my neck, my shoulder. He showered me with affection even as I clutched at him during an aftershock orgasm wracked my body.

“Oh god, baby,” he whispered again and again. “Oh god I need you so much.”

I hugged him tight with all four limbs, and never wanted to let him go.

* * *

Which, of course, meant that he was gone when I woke up. Only he didn’t leave me high and dry this time.

I found a video he’d taken of himself, fully dressed and looming over my bed while I slept. It appeared to have been taken before sunrise.

He pantomimed holding a finger to his lips and then bent down and kissed the top of my head. I moaned, though I didn’t awaken, and grabbed at his hand, tucking it under my body. I had no memory of this whatsoever.

“This is the third time I’ve tried to kiss you goodbye. The third. I’ll miss you, my sweet Grace, the whole time I’m out of town.”

He seemed on the verge of saying something else, but then Brock quickly ended the video. I kissed the screen and rolled back over. What a night.

Brock was going out of town for a few days, making appearances at his numerous business holdings and probably yelling at and firing a lot of people, at least that’s what I envisioned.

For myself, I wanted to sleep in, but I also wanted to tell Selma all about the good news. That we’d secured enough funding to pay for the higher priced insurance on the building, not the good news about my finally sleeping with Brock.

That I intended to keep to myself, for the time being.

Not that Selma couldn’t pretty much guess. Upon my walking into the building, she gave me a scrutinizing gaze and cocked an eyebrow.

“You finally did the nasty with your boyfriend last night, didn’t you?”

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and heaved a heartfelt sigh. Which was hard when I was trying not to smile.

“Selma, I don’t even have my purse off of my shoulder yet.”

“Ahah. That’s a yes if I ever heard one. Well, it’s about time if you ask me. The sexual tension was making that disc in your neck act up again, hadn't you noticed?”

I self consciously went to rub the often sore spot on my neck, only to remember that Brock had massaged the inflammation away and let the disc go back into place. My neck didn’t hurt at all.

The memory of the steamy encounters with Brock, plural, must have shown itself in my eyes or on my face. Because Selma giggled like a schoolgirl and put her hand on my shoulder.

“All right, give me all the deets.”

“Wouldn't you rather hear about how I scored us enough funding to get our insurance paid for the next two years?”

“Hmm. Quite frankly, yes. How in the hell did you pull that off?”

I told her all about my adventure with fundraising the day before. I kept in the part about taking an ice bath, but I left out the changing in front of Brock. I also left out the limo ride from Heaven and what transpired when he called me on the phone the night after, but I’m pretty sure she could guess the content if not the gritty details.

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