“Yeah, I do.”
She props herself up so she’s on her elbows as she leans in and kisses me, her long hair trailing down my arm. “I’d love to,” she says, smiling as she gives me deeper kisses. Ones that can’t be stopped, that come from a place of urgency and want. Maybe I’m being a sentimental asshole, but if this is going to be my first time with Jessa, I don’t want it to be rushed or over dramatic, I just want her.
I flip us so she’s underneath me, a whoosh of air leaving her as I hold most of my weight on my elbows as I kiss her face, throat, and jaw.
“I want you,” she whispers.
“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s going to take care of you.” She whimpers, her hand grabbing my cock from the outside of my boxers. Her other hand tangles in my hair as I lean forward and kiss her. My hand sliding from her throat, to her breasts, to under her sleep shorts.
I slide my fingers from her clit to the inside of her pussy, collecting her wetness and spreading it around her cunt. She increases her pressure around my cock as she thrusts her hips up into my hand. Jessa whines when my hand leaves her clit, and I can’t help the slight laugh that leaves me.
“Such a needy girl for me, aren’t you?”
“Only for you,” she says back, I swear she knows how to give it back tenfold. I groan as I grab her waistband and remove her shorts. Her glistening cunt just waiting for me to give her what she needs.
Jessa is ahead of me as she’s tugging my underwear off, and I push them down my legs. Her hands wander the expanse of my chest, and she licks her lips as I fist my cock and swipe the head along her wetness.
As I slide into her, her nails dig into my back and my hips thrust slowly in and out.
“Fuck, baby,” I hiss as she clenches around my length.
“You can put more weight on me,” she says breathlessly, and I do. Our chests touch and my hands tangle in her hair as I kiss her face and thrust into her. One of her hands slides down my back as she grips my ass as I fuck her.
It feels like every part of us is touching, and I can’t help but wonder if this is enough for her. Does she need more to get off? “What do you need?” I ask her, and she moans as I thrust.
“Just you. Just this. Don’t stop.”
I don’t. As her brown eyes meet mine, I realize that she’s being honest and there’s a plethora of ways to be with someone sexually and they’re all perfect and amazing in their own right. I lean forward and kiss her and pick up my pace. I can feel my pelvis rubbing against her clit, and the little noises escaping her let me know she’s close. I slide one of my hands under her left ass cheek, gripping it hard as I fuck her.
“Yes, just like that.”
“You want to come, sweet girl?”
“Please, Daddy,” she says, her lips parting and eyes closing as I fuck her through her peak. Her pussy clenching around my cock and her back arching as I give her everything and chase my own release.
My hips stutter and a puff of air and a low moan escapes me as I finish. We’re catching our breath, and Jessa’s hands don’t leave my body as we just lie there. I keep my cock inside of her for as long as possible until it becomes too much.
When I slide out of her, she winces, and I spread her legs and admire the wet spot underneath her as I watch my come slowly drip out of her pussy.
“You like that?” she asks as I nod my head. “I do too,” she says softly, and I drop her legs and lean forward to kiss up her body. “I do need to go pee though,” she says shyly.
I laugh and shake my head. “Go pee, baby.”
She gets off the bed dramatically and goes to the bathroom before coming back to bed completely naked where I wrap her in my arms again.
“I guess you got your answer to your question,” I joke with her, and she laughs.
“Mmm,” she mumbles sleepily.
“Goodnight, Jessa.”
“Goodnight, Daddy.”
Good-fucking-night indeed.
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