She rides me faster in pursuit of her release, and I'm mesmerized by the sight of her. With her head thrown back, breasts bouncing, completely lost in pleasure, she's fucking perfect.
“Daemon,” she cries, gripping my shoulders harder. “I'm going to…”
“Come for me,” I growl. “Let me feel you, Chaos. “
Her entire body tenses, her pussy clenching and fluttering around my cock in waves. The sounds that she makes echo in the room, sending a jolt of heat down my spine. I hold her through it, thrusting up into her to prolong her orgasm until she's shaking in my arms.
“Now it's your turn,” she pants, still trembling. When she starts moving again, it's slow and deliberate. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
The words, the feeling of her, the way she's looking at me, are all too much. Without warning, I flip us over, pressing her into the mattress. She lets out a sound of surprise that quickly morphs into a moan when I drive into her hard.
“Yes,” she gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Just like that. Fuck me like that.”
I pound into her, all my control long gone. She meets me thrust for thrust, her hands gripping my ass to pull me deeper into her.
“Gianna,” I grit out, feeling my release building. “Fuck, Gianna, you're everything.”
“Come for me,” she whispers against my ear. “I want to feel you lose control with me.”
That's all it takes for pleasure to rip through me. I come hard, burying myself deep inside her as her pussy grips my cock withher own orgasm, milking every drop of my cum. My whole body is shuddering with the force of it. We hold each other through it. Her hands stroke my back. I press soft kisses to her shoulder.
It's the single best sexual experience of my life, and it's all because of the way I can't get enough of the psychotic woman beneath me.
When I finally catch my breath, I roll to the side, pulling her with me so she's tucked against my chest. We lie there in silence for a long moment, just existing in the post sex haze together.
“Do you still think this is a bad idea?” she asks, a hint of a giggle in her question.
I look down at this beautiful, chaotic, impossible girl who's somehow worked her way under my skin. I smile as I say, “It's the worst idea ever.”
She giggles. “Good. I happen to like bad ideas.”
“I've noticed.”
She traces invisible patterns on my chest, and I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of her touching me.
“For what it's worth, I don't think you’re too old for me.”
“That’s because you’re twenty-two and don't know any better.”
“Or maybe it's because age is just a number. What actually matters is how someone makes you feel.” She props herself up on one elbow, and I open my eyes to see her looking at me seriously. “You make me feel important, Daemon. More than just the party girl everyone thinks I am. Like I'm someone worth paying attention to.”
My chest tightens at her words. “You are worth paying attention to.”
“Then pay attention to me.” She leans down and kisses me softly. It's brief, but it's enough to make me question everything I thought I knew. “Stop trying to push me away. I don't want to go anywhere. Let's just see where this goes.”
She might be young, but Gianna is wise beyond her years. At some point, I'll figure out where her bravery and knowledge come from.
“This is going to be complicated,” I warn her. She needs to understand all the shit that comes along with dating me.
“That's okay. I like complicated things. I mean, I like you.”
Ignoring her jab at me, I continue, “The media will have a field day if they find out.”
“Whenthey find out” she corrects me.
I sigh and sit up, pulling her into my lap. “When they find out, they might write horrible things about both of us. Are you prepared for that?”
Gianna stands up on my bed, still completely naked. Her movements are dramatic and exaggerated as she says, “I can see the headlines now! They'll say‘Gianna Harris, Golddigger of the Century’or‘Daemon Lucero is a Dirty Old Man’or‘Daemon Lucero and Gianna Harris, A Match Made in Senior Citizen Care Program’.”
