“Yes, Daddy,” she corrected instantly, and her voice was trembling with need.
“That’s my perfect girl.” Another gentle spank followed, then another, each one soothed by a slow stroke. Her skin bloomed a faint pink, and every small sound she made went straight to my cock.
After six measured swats I slid my hand lower, tracing where she glistened. “So ready for me already. You love being my good little girl, don’t you?”
She nodded into the pillow. “Please… I need you.”
“I know, baby.” I reached for the nightstand, tore open a foil packet with my teeth, and rolled the condom down my length while she watched over her shoulder with wide hungry eyes.
“Back into position,” I reminded softly. “Bottom up, face down. That’s it… beautiful.”
I lined up and eased forward into her body while she clawed the sheets and groaned. She took every inch with the sweetest moan, stretching around me like she was made for it.
“Perfect,” I groaned, gripping her hips. “Taking me so well. You feel incredible, sweetheart.”
I started to move and thrust into her, feeling her core clench around me every time I hit her back wall.
“Hands behind your back,” I told her. She obeyed instantly, crossing her wrists at the small of her back. I pinned them there with one hand while the other slid beneath her to circle her clit.
“That’s my good girl,” I whispered, thrusting deeper. “Let me feel you fall apart exactly like this.” Her breathing turned ragged, hips rocking to meet me. I kept the rhythm steady as I praised her with every stroke. “You’re doing so beautifully, baby. So tight and warm around me. Come whenever you’re ready—just let go and give it to me.”
A few more perfect thrusts and she shattered. Her whole body tensed, then melted into powerful, rolling waves. She clenched hard around me again and again, crying out softly into the pillow while I held her wrists and kept moving, drawing every last tremor from her.
I watched the way her tight hole puckered and relaxed in time to the convulsions that gripped my dick and milked me. It was erotic and so arousing I couldn't hold back much more.
“That’s it… gorgeous… keep coming for me, sweetheart… just like that…”
The sight of her surrendering so completely undid me. Pleasure coiled tight at the base of my spine. I released her wrists, gripped her hips with both hands, and drove deeper and faster until I felt my balls draw up and my dick felt ready to burst.
My own climax crashed through me in long, shuddering pulses—thick, endless surges that left me groaning "Veda", as my hips jerked and I spilled into the condom in heavy waves. Each throb felt stronger than the last, pleasure pouring out of me until my vision blurred and my arms trembled.
When the final pulse faded, I slid in and out of her a few more times. She twitched and her back jerked. Her hair was sprawled across her face, mouth agape and drooling, and I couldn't contain a smirk. I eased out gently, tied off the condom and dropped it into the bedside bin, then gathered her close. She curled into my chest immediately, still trembling with aftershocks.
“You were perfect,” I whispered against her hair, kissing her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. “Absolutely perfect…"
Veda melted against me as our limbs tangled and the heat of the moment started to cool. This was the ease I'd been hoping for at dinner and I let my own brother get in my head. I hated that. Robert told me that recovering alcoholics were very susceptibleto hard emotional surges and outside influences when they first got sober and I was learning that the hard way.
"Hey," I said, pulling her chin up so I could look her in the eye.
"Yeah," she mewled sleepily.
"I'm sorry for earlier… at dinner."
"It's okay," Veda replied, kissing my bare chest. "You were helping a friend."
"I mean, I'm sorry for acting quiet and awkward." Pausing to give myself a moment to clear my head, I kissed her forehead. "Clayton said some really nasty things to me last week and I let them get in my head."
Veda pulled back a little where I could see her whole face, and she looked scared almost, or maybe it was just how tired she was. "What'd he say?"
"He was just mean and spiteful. I think he likes you and he's jealous or something. I'm not sure, but he told me you were keeping secrets from me and he insinuated it was bad. I should've seen right through him. He's trying to make me dislike you or mistrust you, and I just want you to know I trust you fully." I smiled and leaned down to kiss her lips softly. "I love you, and I'm sorry I let my brother mess with my head."
Veda kissed me back, harder, and then patted my chest with one hand. "I have to pee…" she said, grinning. "I'll be back." She started to pull away and I let her go.
Nothing I feared was true at all. Veda continued to surprise me with how supportive and affectionate she was. It was like God sent a guardian angel along to walk me through the darkest valley of my life. I hated that my own brother couldn't see howdesperately I needed this, that he couldn’t support me even half as much as a woman I'd only met a few months ago. But I wouldn't let that stop me.
Veda and I were destined for each other. It didn't matter what lies Clayton threw at me. I was in love with her and I wasn’t letting go for any reason.
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