Page 138 of The Daddy’s Girl

“Yes,” she screams. “Don’t stop. Oh God, I’m about to…”

She never finishes her sentence when her orgasm slams into her, and it’s like nothing I’ve felt before. She’s shaking violently with the onslaught, and I feel the dripping evidence of her orgasm. She’s soaked, and it’s exquisite.

“Regarde ce que tu me fais… Je vais jouir,” I groan.

“Come inside me, Matis. Please,” she begs. “Breed me.”

My grip on her hips tightens as I stare at her. She looks over her shoulder at me as my balls tighten and my cock swells. She’s asking me to do something I’ve never done before. The image alone sends me reeling into a fantasy because I’ve never filled anyone up.

I have never been this close with anyone.

So when I feel the orgasm begin to crest, I slam into her and feel the pleasure explode inside me. A roaring sound of ecstasy flies from my lips as my cock twitches inside her, emptying everything I have.

It’s not just an orgasm. It’s a testament. An undoing.

I am a changed man because of her. And not just because of her body or the sex we share but because with Amelia, I no longer feel the need to hide. I’m not cowering behind flirtatious smiles and meaningless intercourse.

She has cracked open my soul and reintroduced me to a part of myself I forgot existed. I saw it tonight on the dance floor. I saw it the first night we kissed in Trocadero. I saw it the night I climbed through her window.

These are the inklings of delusion that go through my mind as I come inside her.

When I’m completely spent, I pull out and watch my cum drip from her.

“My God,” I mumble.

Amelia collapses onto the mattress with a satisfied sigh. I climb off the bed and walk into the bathroom for a washcloth. Then I return and clean her delicately before planting a loving kiss on her back above each of her cheeks. Once she’s clean, I lie on my bed and pull her into my arms.

Amelia sleeps silently on the pillow next to me as I peel my eyes open to see the morning sun shining through the window. It makes me smile to see her curled up in a ball on her own side of the bed. She really does hate to cuddle, but she has kept one foot buried beneath me all night.

Sliding my hand slowly up her leg, I think back to last night. About the promises we made. I wish I knew what the future held for me and Amelia. Will she get into her design program? Am I going to run a whole new club?

These things seem so trivial when all we truly want is each other.

I meant what I said: Everything begins and ends with Amelia. I want no one else. Our paths will lead back to each other. I cannot live without her now.

She didn’t just fall in love with me; she exposed me. She has taught me that I am worth far more than what my body can offer. More than the pleasure I can elicit. I am a man worth loving.

But what about our futures? Her education? Her career?

Do I belong at that club? Was I a fool to think I could be a settling-down kind of man?

I don’t know. I truly have no idea what the future holds, but I can be in this moment.

“Trouble,” I whisper.

She stirs, slowly opening her eyes.

“Good morning, mon trésor.”

“Good morning,” she whispers.

Gently, I stroke her face and try to kiss her on the mouth, but she recoils, squirming out of my grasp.

“No! Let me clean up!”

As she climbs off the bed, I call after her. “I don’t need you to wash up before kissing you.”

Amelia kicks on the shower in the bathroom, and I lie naked on my bed as I savor this moment.