Trembles rip through me as he slows his speed, but doesn’t slide out of me. He wants to feel every single flutter of my release against his fingers and that just makes me feel even more endeared to him.
“That’s it,” he coos.
The wetness that drips down my thighs and with the drag of his fingers is obscene. He easily lifts me so that I’m straddling his lap. He’s still fully clothed, and my dress is pushed to my hips.
His large, strong hands grip the back of my neck as he crashes his lips against mine. The kiss is searing; it feels like a delicious claim, and I can’t get enough of it. I want his lips pressed against mine as much as I possibly can.
With my hands tied, I can still fist his robes, but nothing else.
He snaps his fingers, and the bondage disappears along with his clothes and mine.
“How?” I ask, blinking at him.
“I’ve been around for a very long time, Love.”
“Ah, a good ole age gap romance,” I joke, and he smiles.
I can’t help but cup his cheek with my hand. There’s a darkness that follows him around, but I feel like I bring some much needed lightness to his life. I want to make his life betterin any way I can. I can’t imagine that his job is easy, and if my obedience and tenderness can bring him some joy I’ll do whatever I can.
“You’re my girl, so yes, I’ll concede to an age gap romance,” he says, and I bite my lip.
“Opposites attract, size difference, age gap, and don’t forget insta-lust.”
“It was not insta-lust.”
“When we met you were staring at my tits the same way you are right now,” I say, poking his chest.
He just grins and pushes my breasts together and looks down at them.
“Can you blame me?”
“No, they are pretty perfect.”
“Ride my cock and let me come on them,” he says quickly, and I laugh.
“And they say romance is dead.”
“Never. Not when there are pretty cupids with huge tits flying around,” he says.
I laugh, but he cuts it off when he leans forward and kisses and sucks each nipple tenderly. Needing him, I slide a hand between us and fist his cock before slowly sliding down his length.
He breathes against my chest, making the saliva he left behind cold, and I shiver.
His hands slide from my breasts to my ass, and I wince as he squeezes. The smug bastard just smiles, knowing I’m tender from where he spanked me.
“You’re so fucking perfect, baby,” he says while looking at me with lust-filled eyes.
“You feel so good,” I praise him. His lips part, and his hands grip tighter against my flesh.
My hands are holding on tight to the back of his neck as I ride him. My clit grinds back and forth against his neatly trimmed curls, and I know I’m close.
“Make a mess on Daddy’s cock,” he grits out.
It breaks me and I shatter on top of him, my body trembling as I tug on his hair and press kisses against the side of his face.
“That’s it. Give it to me,” he groans, tugging on my ass and hair.
My orgasm feels like it lasts forever. Maybe it’s the sensitivity from earlier or how much more real this all feels, knowing there are emotions attached. I’m going to be the most spoiled cupid there ever was if it always feels like this, which I know it will.
