Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
S triker…
“Oh, God, oh, Daddy, oh, yes!” she cried, and her pussy was doing that thing. That thing where she was growing hot around my dick, her muscles tightening up around me, making it harder to press in and pull out, but I put some more power into my thrusting, my thighs burning, my hips flexing, and I knew I was hitting everything just right, because her cries amped up, echoing back off of the ceiling and slamming into my chest, urging me on faster, harder, stronger.
“Yes! Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes !” she cried, and her voice was pure operatic fantasy, reaching a crescendo and descending into animalistic and feral cries that God, fuck, yes - sent me right over the edge with her.
I pulled her back onto my cock as I let loose inside the condom inside her, her body rhythmically gripping and draining me, her body collapsing forward onto her stomach, and I wasn’t ready to pull out – so I collapsed right along with her, over her back, pressing her into the covers, and lacing my fingers with hers, holding her down, kissing her shoulder as her ass rose and fell and she moved me inside of her, just like she couldn’t hold still and it was so good .
I hummed in appreciation, and nuzzled behind her ear, breathing her in deeply, the scent that was sweet like cotton candy.
“I think I’m done,” she gasped. “No more, I can’t take any more.”
I laughed and felt a frisson of pride split my chest wide open.
“Glad I still got it,” I mumbled, and she sighed out in pure satisfaction and wiggled under me, pulling my arms around her like she would use me as a blanket and could go to sleep right then and there.
“Ah, nope – you gotta get up and pee,” I reminded her, reaching between us to hold the condom on myself and shuddering as I pulled out of her snug, warm, wet, and all-around delectable twat.
She moaned, whining, and smacked the bed by her face and I crawled backward off of her and off of the bed.
She rolled over and looked up at me and I held my hands down to her, the condom secure enough and momentarily forgotten as I reached down and took her hands and hauled her, protesting in this adorable little whining, to her feet.
“Go pee, then get your ass back here so I can tuck you in,” I ordered. She gave me a baleful look, a half-assed little salute, and thrust her butt back at me before walking out the bedroom door to the bathroom in the hall.
I disposed of the condom in the trash, sighed in satisfaction, and turned back my half-assed made bed for her return.
She dutifully took her leak, washed her hands, and came back to me. I took her hand and guided her alongside the bed and she laid down obediently enough. I tucked the blankets over her and sat down at her hip.
Her makeup was a bit streaky and her hair was mussed in their twin pigtails and I chuckled and reached up to take them out and let her hair down. I massaged her scalp and she closed her eyes and groaned.
“Stay right here for Daddy, princess. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay,” she whispered, the small word sounding… vulnerable.
Yeah, she was done. Poor thing had probably never experienced such an intense intimacy before. She was young, beautiful, and I was glad to be her first in that arena even if I wasn’t the first to ever be inside of her.
I went to the kitchen and got me a bottle of water and made her a juice, refilling her glass and adding a bit more ice. I stuck a bendy straw in it so she wouldn’t spill, and brought both back with me to the bedroom, my own urge to pee becoming imminent.
I set my bottle down on the bedside table and handed down her glass and said, “Both hands, princess. Don’t spill, okay?”
“Okay,” her voice shook a little and I kissed her forehead. I could almost feel the uncertainty drain from her, and when I pulled back, yep, her eyes were closed and she looked more centered.
“Sip on that like a good girl, and Daddy’ll be right back, okay? I want to hold you.”
She smiled shyly up at me from behind the rim of her glass and took the straw between her lips, and damn, down boy, she’s done for tonight, I had to tell my cock before he got too excited.
I picked up the plug off the floor on my way out and went into the bathroom. I took my piss, cleaned up, and went back to the bedroom and got into bed with my sweet girl, who didn’t hesitate to cuddle into my side.
“So sweet,” I murmured and kissed her bright blonde hair and she snuggled closer as I stroked the soft skin of her back. The wind was howling, the rain still pelting out there, and I closed my eyes and listened to the rain.
I don’t think it was long before either of us were out.
I know I roused a little bit later, just long enough to switch out the bedside lamp that I always left lit in case I got back late.
God, she felt good in my arms…
The next morning, I woke to the birds chirping and the sun streaming in through the slits around the edges and through the middle of the bedroom curtains.
Rarity, and I both hadn’t moved an inch, and she was still tucked tightly into my side, her head on my shoulder and her leg draped across my own. I cleared my throat and she jumped slightly, sucking in a deep breath, and when those blue eyes of hers opened, they pinned me to the spot with their beauty.
I don’t think I would ever get tired of waking up to those eyes, and the thought of looking down into them while her lips wrapped around my cock had my morning wood twitching beneath the sheet.
“What time is it?” she queried breathily, and I looked behind her at the flashing lights on my alarm clock.
“Dunno,” I said, voice deep and rough with disuse from our long sleep. “Power must have gone out in the night at some point.”
“Oh, shit ,” she muttered and turned to look for herself. “I told my mom I would be home last night!”
“Oh, shit, is right baby. Were you supposed to look after the boys or something?”
“No, I just hadn’t planned on staying out so late, let alone overnight. I bet she’s worried sick.”
“Go get your phone,” I ordered and she leaped up and padded out of the bedroom and down the hallway. She returned with her phone in her hands, chewing her bottom lip nervously.
“Like sixteen texts and seven missed calls,” she said unhappily. “I’m lucky she didn’t show up here – she has me on a family tracker app – we’re all on it just in case.”
“Good plan,” I praised even as she texted something out.
“I told her I fell asleep watching a movie with you and you didn’t wake me up,” she winced as she looked at me and I chuckled, motioning for her to come back to me, to come back to bed. I lifted the sheet and she eagerly crawled in with me as her phone started to ring in her hand – or buzz, rather. Her actual ringer was off. Silenced in favor of the vibration function.
“Hi, Mom,” she said, closing her eyes and looking pained.
“You had me worried sick!” I heard her mom admonish through the phone.
“I know, I’m sorry! But really, I’m fine – we watched The Little Mermaid live action and I fell asleep.”
She and her mom went back and forth and her mom finally admitted, “I figured you were just having a good time. I saw you were at the same place for a while and when it didn’t change. You’re lucky I had more sense than to come up there!”
Rarity laughed and said, “I’m glad you didn’t. That would be really embarrassing, Mom.”
“I know, which is why I didn’t do it – but Rarity, you’re my only daughter and I couldn’t handle it if anything happened to you, too. So text me every once in a while, okay?” I could hear her mom’s voice cracking from here, and I hugged Rarity around the shoulders as she leaned into me and she sniffed, guilty tears starting in her eyes.
“I promise, I was having a good time and I was being selfish, I’m so sorry. I’ll be home soon, okay?”
“Don’t rush – I know you don’t get out much. Grandma and Grandpa have it for now.”
“No, no; I’ll head home soon. It’s okay!”
They argued a bit and finally Rarity said she wouldn’t hurry too much , and they ended the call.
She looked at me, and burst into tears, and I held her tight, resting my chin on the top of her head and let her have her cry.
Mom was right, it was okay for us to both feel shitty for a minute; but it wouldn’t be okay if we made the same mistake twice, and I loved my little girl enough to make sure that it didn’t happen again.
“New rule,” I said. “You text your mother every now and again when you’re up this way, okay?”
She sniffed and nodded and said, “Okay, Daddy,” and I chuckled and held her tight.
“That’s my good girl,” I told her and she sighed, a shuddering thing, and got it together.
I was so proud of her.