It was hard to breathe. Hard to think when he spanked my ass and fucked me in just the right rhythm where it hurt, yet brought me so much pleasure I felt like floating on a cloud.
Sean was a dirty daddy. Fucking me like he hated me, kissing my neck and shoulder softly and saying sweet nothings while his cock kept filling me up to the brim.
“P-please,” I cried out, tears making my vision hazy. I could feel my orgasm inching closer and closer.
“I got you, Princess,” Sean whispered, his other hand lowered from squeezing my breast to rub my clit. “Cum for Daddy. I know you’re close. Relax and let go, Princess—fuckyes, good girl.”
My walls tightened around him and I froze, holding on the sleeve of his shirt when I felt the orgasm explode. A loud moan elicited from my throat, my entire body trembling with the shock of the exploding pleasure, my legs giving out as the orgasm kept leaking out of me.
I hadn’t realized he had released inside me until I opened my eyes and found him slowly fucking me, his deep breaths and groans rumbling in my ear.
“Shh, Princess,” he whispered, running his hand over my back and settling me on his lap.
I didn’t know I was crying. Sobbing with fat tears trailing down my cheeks. I didn’t know what was happening, and it made me scared and embarrassed.
“It’s okay,” Sean said softly, rocking me on the floor. He had sat down on the rug, with my limp, crying body on his lap. “You’re okay. You’re safe.”
His words made me cry even more. I wrapped my arms around him tighter, hiding my face in his neck and bawling my eyes out. I was having one of the best orgasms ever, and seconds later, I was crying in his arms.
“You’re safe, Princess,” Sean whispered, kissing my hair and running his hand down my back. I couldn’t stop shaking and crying. “I’m here.”
“I-I’m sorry,” I said, sniffling.
“Hush, now,” he said, rocking me. “Don’t apologize, Princess. You’re okay. Daddy’s here.”
I knew that. But it was hard to control my body after the overstimulation of my emotions and hormones that happened because of the scene. Because of how much I trusted Sean.
It was scary. I couldn’t imagine being like that with anyone else. Just him.
I didn’t know how long we stayed there, on the rug of his office, with me naked and crying, with tears all over my face and his shirt. But I remember he had covered me in his suit, fed me some chocolate and made me drink water before cleaning me up.
He must have dressed me and brought me home—his penthouse—before putting me to bed. I secretly hated myself for falling asleep.
For sobbing and crying.
Because I had heard him. Just before he reached his orgasm, he had whispered to me, “I love you, Princess.” Maybe that was why I couldn’t stop crying.
Because why would a person like him—kind, smart, and wealthy—ever fall in love with me? I had little to no money, no career, nothing.
And yet, he loved me.
My eyes felt swollen and sore from all the crying. I blinked, staring at his sleepy face, his relaxed eyelids and long dark lashes. His strong nose, high cheekbones and clean-shaven jaw.
This handsome man had feelings for me.
Leaning up, I whispered, “I love you, Sean.”
Holding my breath, I kissed his cheek. My throat burned, and I curled away, going back to sleep.
I must have been dreaming when I felt arms wrap around my middle. A soft, deep voice whispering in my ear, “I love you too, Princess.”
It must have been a dream.
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GIRLFRIEND
SEAN
