“You’ve got question marks all over your face. You’re clearly not sure about me—about this. And I almost…” I groaned again.
“You didn’t almost do anything. You’re not even wearing the condom, for crying out loud. You didn’t get anywhere near almost fucking me… Unfortunately.”
“What? No. You were looking all unsure. Clearly you don’t wanna do this.”
“Are you really going to make me beg? Please fuck me, Mal—I mean, Daddy.”
I closed my eyes. “Christ.”
“Look. If you were seeing uncertainty, it’s only because I’ve never done this before.” Her breasts jiggled as she gestured between us.
I tried really hard not to watch them.
And I mostly failed.
Shaking my head, I turned her words over in my head. “But you said earlier tonight that you’re not a virgin…?”
Saylor rolled her eyes. “I don’t mean sex. I just mean, I’ve never had a fling or whatever this is before. I’ve always been in a relationship when I’ve slept with guys…both guys.”
“Two?! That’s your number? Two? Seriously?”
She made a face. “So what?”
“Oh, I’m definitely going to hell. I mean, not that it was in question before, but this clinches it. I’m an old, dirty fucking man.”
Saylor squealed as I pounced, taking her down in a tangle of limbs and that fucking dress.
Pushing it impatiently out of my way, I palmed her tit in my right hand as I kissed her. I wanted her to know that I wanted her. That she was so fucking sexy, it’d taken everything inside me to turn away from her. I kissed her for an impossibly long time.
I kissed her until I forgot how to breathe.
Breaking our kiss with a gasp, I nuzzled my nose along her cheek while my fingers kept playing with her nipple. “You still game? Need a little more foreplay?”
“Oh god.” Her head fell back, and I kissed a path down her neck to her amazing tits. “Yes to all of it. More of that. And definitely more of the sex stuff. Anything really.”
“Aww, baby girl,” I murmured as I nuzzled her breast. “You’re so agreeable when you’re horny.”
She moaned. “Anything you want, Daddy.”
“Fuck me.”
I scrambled across the bed to find the dropped condoms. And then I fumbled with the stupid thing once I unwrapped it.
Saylor sprawled back with a smirk curving her lips like she was so fucking proud of how flustered I was. Like it was because of her.
She was totally right.
Then I was the one grinning as I crawled up the bed on my knees with my dick bobbing in front of me like a dowsing rod seeking an underground spring.
What? I saw it on a viral video.
But Saylor’s eyes widened.
“That—You’re not, I mean, there’s no way.”
I grinned. “You’re sweet, baby, but I don’t need the ego trip. It’ll fit. I’m not any bigger than the guys you’ve been with before.” Once I settled between her thighs but still on my knees, I reached out and ran my thumb over her still wet folds. “And you’re still dripping for me, baby. It’s gonna be fine. Now be a good girl and give me a kiss.”
Her breath hitched when I asked her to be a good girl. Noted.
