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I’m empty, aching, my muscles clenching for him in his absence. Something I was so scared of…having him inside me for the first time…the pain of taking him for the first time…are now very distant memories.
The only thing that exists is the fact that his cock is not inside me.
My head snaps back forward. “What? No! Where did you go!”
He stares down at me like he’s gazing at a work of art. The tip of his tongue runs over his bottom lip as he smooths his hand over my breasts, drawing my nipples even tighter till they’re almost painful in their excitement.
“I need you,” I whimper in protest, ready to beg.
His smoldering eyes lock on mine. Eye contact with him alone makes me wetter. Then, his deep, smooth voice tells me, “I want more of you. I want to feel you deeper.”
Deeper? Is that possible? Before I can protest, he flips me onto my stomach.
My stomach rests on the mattress, my face falling to the pillow. Grabbing my hips, he pulls them up and back, dragging me onto my knees. I feel his hard, ready cock brush my inner thighs.
“Ah… mmm.” I give a deep moan, pushing my hips back toward him, begging with my body. He strokes my ass with his hand as he nuzzles the head of his cock against my entrance. I beg, “Please.”
“Baby. Give me time. I want to worship every inch of you.” He bends down, laying against me. I feel the heat and the pressure of his firm, smooth chest against my back.
As he folds, his cock pushes harder against my pussy, making me whisper-plead with a soft murmur. “Haze.”
His lips brush over my shoulder. “I’ll be deep inside you soon, but first, I want to hear something from your pretty lips.”
“Wh—what?” I’ll tell him anything. I need him back inside me. Now.
“Tell me one thing, baby.” His warm, broad hands smooth down my back, from my neck to my waist, as he drags himself back up to a kneeling position behind me. His palms are rough as he cups them around my hips. Calloused from a day of work, nothing like a soft billionaire’s should be. I almost want to ask him what he’s been up to today to make his hands have this incredibly sexy feel, but even I can sense now is not the time.
“You feel so fucking good. How do you look this incredible from every angle?” Rough skin caresses my hips, the head of his cock teasing my entrance, pushing in only enough to make me more desperate.
“Please…” Why won’t he put the damn thing in me? How do I ask for what I want? My body begs, but the words don’t come.
Then he spanks my ass, the sharp pain making me cry out.
He says, “Who’s your daddy?”
The taboo words burn through me. How have I gotten myself into this? I go from leaving my bedroom window open a couple of nights a week for cuddles to having a full-grown man teasing to get inside me and demanding to know who my daddy is.
He spanks me again, fire and light bright against my skin. I gasp out, “What? What do you want?”
“If you want me inside you,” he smooths his rough palm over my spanked ass, “tell me, now. Who’s your daddy, baby?”
“Oh my god. You are. You are, Haze.”
“There you go, baby. That’s right.” And I get my reward. Yanking my hips back against his, he thrusts the head of his cock past the tight muscles of my entrance, making my skin stretch and burn in the best way.
“You are, Haze,” I breathe out, relieved.
“Damn. Hearing those pretty words, you almost made me come.” He pushes deeper. I moan as he enters me. This time, my body is in tune with his, and it’s less painful than the first time he entered me.
His hands glide smoothly over my skin, leaving fiery lines in their wake. I can't bring myself to do anything but take him as he strokes and kneads every inch of me, claiming ownership of my flesh with calloused hands. From this new angle, he hits all the right spots inside of me; new sensations send sparks of pleasure coursing through my body. I lose myself in him, unable to do anything except let him take me all the way.
When I think I’m reaching the peak of pleasure, his hand finds its way to my clit, rubbing circles on it with expert precision. The added stimulation pushes me over the edge, and my body explodes into a powerful orgasm that rocks through every nerve ending.
The orgasm is deeper than anything I’ve felt. It’s coming not only from the outside, where his talented hand teases my clit, but it’s from the inside, where his cock rhythmically makes my body sing.
My back arches as waves of pleasure crash over me. I may implode. I want to beg him to stop. I want him to never stop. He continues to thrust into me from behind while teasing my clit until I'm writhing underneath him in euphoric agony.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he releases with a low growl deep inside of me. I can feel him pulsing and twitching inside me as he fills me up with wet heat, too much, spilling over and running down my inner thighs.