“Are you uncomfortable?” I ask unsure.
“I am. My dick is harder than a day-old Dunkin Donut,” he joked as it strained against his jeans.
“I uh—meant with my you know,” I didn't get a chance to finish before he cut my words short.
“Your dick. Use your words Baby and be confident when you do,” he demanded as his hand was now between us as I continued to grind into him. He was stroking me through my shorts.
“I know what’s between your legs Z Baby and I want all of you. Matter of fact—take these little ass shorts off—and the top too. I need to see and touch you.”
I never moved so fast to get naked. I was feral and wanted to feel his hands on my bare body. By the time I was nude, he was too. The thickness and length of his member made heat course through my veins. But what really unraveled me was the look of need and desire written across his face.
This thing happening between us isn’t accidental.
“Back in my lap Z Baby. Let me feel you against me. Let me feel your arousal. Your hardness on mine. You see how you have me making a mess just looking at you.”
He wasn’t lying. Precum was pooling at the head until it spilled over the edge and eased down his shaft. My greed got the best of me as I leaned forward to lick it up.
“Mmmm. Such a perfect girl,” he groans.
The pleasure was evident in his voice.
I’m back in his lap we begin frotting against each other. I grab his shoulders and stroke up as I find the right pace. Shaft to shaft we grind. His thick lips wrap around my nipple as he lightly rolls the other between his thumb and index finger. My body bows forward in enchantment.
“You feel so fucking good against me,” I murmur.
Releasing my pebbled bud, he pulls my mouth to his. “You’re mine,” he groans before kissing me in a way so explicit it should only be for our eyes only.
“Make a mess on me, Daddy,” I beg between him sucking my tongue and feeding me his.
The warmth of his body beneath me coupled with the slickness coating our members as we rock to a beat produced just for us.
“Z Baby, FUCK! You feel so good against me,” the strain in his tone was all the indication I needed to know his release was near.
“I know Daddy,” I whimper.
I can feel my release uncoiling as my body starts to hum.
“Stop holding back. Coat me.”
His final command snatched the load I was holding. Thick ropes of cum shoot from me and land all over his dick and stomach. As my body continues to vibrate with ecstasy, I make it to my knees.
“Is Daddy’s perfect Princess gone clean up her mess?” He asks with dominance dripping from his voice as he looks down at me.
Something about being called his perfect Princes unlocks my need to fulfill his needs. While I could have answered—I opted to get to work—licking and sucking every slightly salty drop of me from him.
“Fuck! Catch it Z,” he growled before grabbing my hair and fucking my throat until his seed spills down it.
We allow the sounds of our deep breathing to fill the air. I rest on my knees preparing for Calil’s post nut clarity kick-in. Waiting for the moment to turn awkward when he realizes what he just did and with who.
It never happens.
“Show me to the bathroom so we can get cleaned up.” He pulls me to my feet and kisses my lips.
“Come on. I’m tired and wanna lay with you—if that’s okay.”
It was better than okay. It was the perfect way to end the night. I didn’t feel like I was bracing for heartbreak as I lay in his arms. I doze off realizing I’m wrapped in the arms of someone that chose me first instead of choosing me back.
The first thing I notice when Lena opens the door is how tired she looks.
