“Is that good, honey?” I ask, kissing and nibbling along her jaw.
She nods eagerly, her eyes closed now. “More.” She locks her legs around my waist, tipping her hips back, and the angle has me groaning loudly into the crook of her neck.
“Oh shit,” I mutter, panting. I want to pound myself into her, but I can’t, not like this, I know I’ll hurt her if I do. “Honey, we need to change positions.”
“Why?” Her eyes fly open with alarm. “Am I hurting you?”
I kiss her lips and shake my head. “No, but I want to do this harder, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
I sit up on my knees, taking her legs and planting her feet against my stomach. She’s panting, watching curiously, her eyebrows raised. She flexes her toes along the hard ridge of my muscles, and she bites her lip. The fact she likes my body, that she thinks it’s hot, even, does things to me it shouldn’t. Another inflating ego boost, swelling my head and every other fucking thing about me.
“If it goes too deep, push back, OK?” I ask, waiting for her to nod, which she does.
I look down at her pussy, stretched and pink and perfect. I pull all the way out, and she makes a small, displeased whimper at the emptiness, but I did this just so I could watch her take me again. Watching her stretch for me, it’s like being drugged. My dick almost looks grotesque, impaling her like this, raw and red, angry and aching with the need for release. And there, plantedfirmly inside her soft, slick skin, it’s like her pussy was made for me.
Slow down, old man. This isn’t like that. Show the girl a good time.
I yank myself out of my thoughts, and look back up at her face. Her lower lip is quivering, and she moans as my thumb circles her clit.
“Does that feel good for you, honey?” I thrust my hips gently.
“Yes, oh god, yes.” Her back arches off the bed. “Harder.”
My hand digs into her thigh as I fuck her harder, not wanting to let go too much, not wanting to hurt her and scare her after what those other assholes have done to her, but it’s a fight.
She massages her breasts, pinching her nipples between her fingers, and I am definitely going to watch this girl masturbate later, because seeing her play with her own tits is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
I feel her orgasm before her moans betray it, a sharp pulse making my thrusts almost impossible. Then she’s crying out, saying my name, like she’s begging for something,Theo, Theo, and I answer with a grunt, heat flashing through my spine.
“Jesus, honey. Oh, my god.” I’m going to come. While Amber’s pussy is still fluttering around my cock, I throw my head back, and my orgasm collides with hers, shattering through me in waves of heat. It’s now, now in this moment that I wish more than ever I wasn’t such a fucking gentleman, because I want to feel my heat meet hers, I want to pump her quivering pussy full of me, I want to see it spill out when I pull out of her, not have it coating my cock inside the sheath of the condom.
But fuck, it feels good anyway.
I look down at her, at Amber, at this perfect angel spread out on my bed, her arms thrown out to her sides, her hair a wild, copper tangle. Her lips are full, puffing out one breathafter another. Her eyes meet mine, and she smiles. Wide and satisfied.
“Oh my god,” she murmurs, pressing a hand to her eyes. “Fuck. That was incredible.”
“Yes, it was.” I gently lift one of her feet from my stomach, kissing her ankle before placing it on the bed, repeating the action with her other foot. “You feel, I mean… Jesus. You’re amazing.”
She props herself up on her elbows, looking down to where we’re joined. “I’ve never felt so… filled. I don’t know, it was… Like there was nothing but you.” She watches with almost virginal fascination as I withdraw from her, hissing in a breath when I’m all the way out.
My embarrassingly large load of cum fills the tip of the condom, and she giggles.
“Is there such a thing as a cum fetish?” She asks. “Because if there is, I think I have one.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mhmm.” She lifts her eyes to mine. “All I kept thinking was how I wanted you to come inside me.” She wrinkles her nose, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink. “That’s weird, right?”
“Not at all, honey.” I lean down and give her a soft kiss, before climbing off the bed to deal with the condom in the bathroom.
In the mirror, I look into the face of the dirty old man who just fucked his daughter’s best friend. I don’t even look guilty. I look fucking pleased with myself. I just came inside the body of a twenty-year-old, and there’s not even a shred of guilt on my face.
This is wrong. It’s so, so wrong.
Cleaned up, I head back to the bed, throwing myself down beside Amber, who immediately snuggles up under my arm and lays her head on my chest. She sighs happily, and I stroke myfingers over her silky copper hair, which shines red in the fading late afternoon light.
“That was fun,” she says, her fingers making tiny circles on my chest.
