“Keep looking,” I grunt. “Before I die, please find it.”
She lifts higher on her knees so she can pull down my boxer briefs, and the condom and vibrator fall out. She gasps and I can’t stop smiling at her. “Told you I’d take care of you from now on.”
Her eyes round and go watery, and I had no idea providing protection could elicit such a reaction. She lunges for my face, covering me in kisses. “That is so,” kiss, “fucking,” another kiss, “hot,” two kisses.
She shifts down my body, her wet pussy dragging against my leg. She works me in her hand before worshiping me: bobbing her head, licking up my shaft, giving it sweet kisses. “I’m too close,” I warn her. “If you want to thank me, you could save a horse.”
Darcy cracks up. “Ride a cowboy?” She takes my hand and pulls it between her legs, letting me feel how wet soaked is.
“You are so fucking sexy.”
She straddles me, her pussy lined up with my cock, riding that thick ridge underneath it. She watches where we meet, not even inside her. I’m already struggling when she looks at me so earnestly. “I want you raw, Daddy.”
“Oh, Christ,” I breathe, tightening my core to try to gain control. “You really meant that thing you said last time, didn’t you?”
“What thing?” she asks. She lowers to my ear, tugging my earlobe in her teeth.
My fingertips dig into her ass and I could cry from the simultaneous need for release and more torture. “About wanting my cum. You want me to . . . breed you? Are you into that?”
Darcy’s laugh is warm and throaty, and my stomach is a mess where precum smears every time she grinds on me. This woman could actually kill me with how sexy she is. “I’m into having every part of you. I want you to make a mess of me. I want you running down my thighs.”
I raise and drop my head on the linoleum, frantic from her filthy mouth. “Why were we being careful? Was it a good good reason or just a medium good reason?”
“I haven’t been tested,” Darcy groans.
I slap the floor blindly until I find the condom wrapper, tearing at it with shaking hands. “I’m just doing this now so you won’t freak out and stay up all night feeling guilty about something you probably don’t even have. If I don’t do it right this second, I’ll be giving you what you asked for.”
She kisses my neck while I roll on the condom. “So responsible, Daddy,” she hums in my ear.
This game is turning torturous. “Sit on my cock right fucking now.”
Darcy lines us up and sinks down on me, the delicious sensation zipping through me. Her head falls back and she cups her breasts through the t-shirt when she rocks her hips on me.
“Show off for me, baby,” I breathe. “You’re doing such a good job.”
My hands follow hers on a trail over her body, learning the spots that are most sensitive for her. Our hands track all over her torso, under her breasts, to her sacrum, to her clit where I rub slow circles with my thumb. I fill my hands with her ass, fingertips creeping closer to her tight hole. I raise my eyebrows at her. “Okay?”
“Fuck yeah,” she says, lifting the bottom of my borrowed shirt above her tits while I spit on my fingers. I watch her breasts move and bounce with her motions on me. She sandwiches the vibrator between us, her eyes rolling back again.
“You are so pretty riding my cock, Darcy.”
She moans extra loud when my wet fingertip brushes her asshole. “You make me feel so good,” she cries out.
I shake my head. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
She lifts my shirt over her head, which knocks my borrowed hat off. She puts it back on her head, an actual dream woman riding me, naked except for my hat. She dips to kiss me, and we settle into a rhythm with me thrusting from below and her grinding on top. But the thing most notable is our unflinching eye contact. “I feel—” she says.
I nod. “Attagirl. Take it. It’s yours.”
She holds her breath, her brow knitting. “I’m afraid I won’t get it.”
“Just enjoy the ride. Use me. Don’t worry how it looks. You’re beautiful.”
She giggles, her eyes shutting again. “You really are a daddy, you know that? Anybody else call you that?”
I smirk. “Just you. Daddy’s perfect little slut.”
Darcy visibly relaxes and it’s the permission she needs to let go. She seals me into a kiss and pulls away to cry out against my lips. There’s no feeling like it, knowing it’s not easy for her to get off, so every orgasm is a victory worth celebrating. And what better way to celebrate than to give her the present she wants most? “You still want me to breed you, baby?”
