My mind filled with need as my cock ached. Her hands, so close already, might brush across me at any moment. Then she would know just how badly I wished it would happen. The fearand joy at that thought nearly undid me. The chance to finally destroy this charade that I had been playing at. There was no denying the connection between us. It was a constant burning need to be close, stronger than anything I’d ever experienced. And I knew that while I was keeping my distance, she still was too.
I didn’t want to scare her away. Even if it might be better for both of us. I didn’t deserve someone like her.
“What would I do? I would support you every step of the way, but when you came home, when you came to me…” My breath hitched as her hand gripped my thigh, her fingers dangerously close to my erection. “When you came to me, you’d be mine. Mine to touch, mine to care for, mine to pleasure. All you’d have to worry about was just how many times you wanted to come before I—”
My words were cut off as Penelope suddenly shifted, her leg going across my lap until her body was pressed against my cock, her lips cutting off the ragged moan that the movement stole from me.
She tasted like cinnamon from her cereal, and her weight over me was heavenly. My hands found her hips, stilling the pulsing movements she was inevitably making against my cock.
“Penny, baby…” I pulled away, her face so close to mine I could see her eyes darken even further. “We don’t have to do anything right now. I’m in no rush.”
I’d waited my whole life to feel this way about a woman, and while I knew I couldn’t keep her, that didn’t stop me from wanting her. And maybe just for the shortest time, I could let that selfish part of me rule my actions. But I would wait until she surrendered completely. My cock might protest, but we could wait.
To my surprise, Penelope smiled at me, her fingers running over my lips. “Two.”
I tilted my head. “Two?”
“You told me all I had to worry about was how many times…”
My mouth was on hers in an instant, her hands in my overgrown hair, tugging me closer as I guided her hips along my length. She was so eager, her movements quick as she ground herself down on me.
I wasn’t going to be able to manage in this position. Her hot thighs against my needy cock were going to make me explode before I even got her undressed. With utmost care, I shifted us, falling sideways onto the couch so that she was under me, her legs twining around mine as we continued to kiss.
My cock notched against the heat of her pussy, the thin fabric of our sleepwear the only thing keeping us apart. Penelope groaned as my cockhead pushed at the fabric of her clothes, no doubt rubbing against her clit.
“Do you like that spot, little girl?” I asked, tearing my mouth off hers so that I could drag it down her throat. “I think I want to feel you come on my fingers first. Then I’ll taste you.”
Penelope groaned, sharp nails digging into my scalp as I pressed my cock against her once more. “Right there. Oh fuck, yes.”
I moved my hips against, riding her even through our clothes as I stared down at her in wonder. She was going to come, just like this, with our clothes on. My cock ached with the idea of this sensitive, eager pussy against me.
“Is that it?” I reached a hand into the back of her pants, cupping her ass so that I could thrust against her even harder. My shoulder twinged, but I ignored it. “Is that what you need?”
Penelope’s head pushed into the cushions as her hips worked up against mine. Carefully, I slipped a finger down the crease of her ass and grazed her pussy with a fingertip. She was soaked, her panties wet and the silken skin slick from her need.
“Fuck, little girl, look at you,” I moaned, clamping my jaw down in an attempt to hold myself back as she went off around me.
“Oh,” she cried out, her body rolling against me. “Daddy!”
I couldn’t stop it; not the moan that tore from my throat at the name on her lips, not the wave of hot cum that pulsed from me. She had completely undone me. And as she slowly relaxed, her chest heaving as I pressed lazy kisses against her collarbone and removed my hand from her pants.
“Wow, I…” She flushed bright pink. “I don’t think I’ve ever called anyone that.” She covered her face. “I’m so sorry if I freaked you out.”
I halted her words with a soft kiss. “I’ve never been called that, but it was hot, Penny. So fucking hot.” I brushed her hair back from her forehead, pleased that she relaxed further at my words. “You made me come in my pants, little girl. I can’t remember the last time that happened.”
Penelope’s eyes went wide as I pulled away and sat back on the couch before standing. “Are you…are you leaving?”
I froze, turning to look back at her. “Honey, I’m just changing clothes. That was only one, and I believe you requested two.”
Her jaw actually dropped, and I didn’t stop the roar of laughter that slipped free. I walked fast, entering my suite and dropping my clothes quickly in the hamper while I snatched a nearly identical set from the drawer. Her older brother might be an ass, but he was right. I did need something else to wear. Maybe I could talk about me paying her back after I drove her to another orgasm.
I charged back into the room, stopping short when I saw Madeline perched on the kitchen breakfast bar, her phone in hand.
“Hello,” I said, hoping to God she didn’t know what I'd just done to her mother.
Madeline’s eyes darted to me then over to where her mother sat, suddenly fascinated by the television. “What’s up?”
“Not much,” I stuttered out, taking a tub of leftovers out of the fridge and beginning to open it, adrenaline still flooding my system. Thankfully my cock was just as terrified as I was and had immediately gone soft.
