Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
LUCY
Rich was a perfect specimen of everything that was gorgeously masculine. His torso was hairy and broad. His cock was large and stood out proudly from his body, already hard again. Rich was ready for me, and fuck, I was ready for him.
He grinned at me and palmed his dick as he moved back towards me. I smiled, biting my bottom lip, and instinctively moved backwards, never taking my eyes off his.
Rich followed me effortlessly over the bed. His mouth pressed against mine as I moved to the middle of his mattress. He slid between my thighs, leaning over me, ready to enter me. We both glanced down to where his body was poised, waiting to sink into me.
He looked at me expectantly. I knew I needed to tell him to get a condom. But I also knew that he’d had a vasectomy – he wasn’t going to get me pregnant, and I needed to feel him raw.
“Fuck, I need your cock,” I purred up at him.
His eyes rolled and his heavy lids partially closed. “Oh, fuck, Lucy.” He sighed, his lips touching mine softly as he kissed me and lowered his hips to mine, my soaked sex ready for him.
He was slow and sure of himself, and he didn’t stop until he was completely sheathed inside me. I felt that delicious burn as he stretched my pussy. A moan escaped as his balls pressed against my arsehole. He was as deep as he could possibly get, and I loved it.
His mouth moved across my jaw, peppering it with tiny kisses. When he reached my neck, my whole body shivered as his lips nibbled on my sensitive skin. I ran my hands over his shoulders, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him against my neck, willing him to suck on my flesh. When he moved his mouth to my shoulder, I let out a frustrated groan. I wanted him to mark me.
The nibbling of my skin continued there, soft and caressing at first, but soon, Rich was sucking hard on the flesh of my shoulder. I grabbed his hair roughly, willing him on.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I moaned, and he flexed his hips against me, his cock sliding out of me a little, only to thrust back in even further.
Once he was satisfied with his attention on my shoulder, he kissed over my breasts. When his tongue made contact with my nipple, I arched my back with a hiss and slammed my balled-up fist onto the bed. The lightning bolt of electricity that shot through me from that contact went straight to my clit. I needed him to thrust into me properly instead of his current slow, teasing tempo.
When his fingertips started to give my other nipple attention at the same time, I felt like I was about to pass out. No one in my life had ever made me feel pleasure with this kind of intensity. My body reacted to Rich in ways it never had before. I was going to end up ruined by this man. No one else would ever measure up to everything that was happening in that moment.
This was insane. This was surreal. This was so much more than fucking.
Rich lifted his head from my chest and looked at me with the sexiest smirk I’d ever seen in my life. “Are you okay?” he whispered against my breast.
“Fuck me, Rich,” I pleaded.
A full grin erupted across his beautiful face. He pulled himself back from me and slid all the way back in just a little bit faster this time.
He fell into a slow, luxurious pace. He was taking time to properly make love to me, to cherish me, to show me how I should be treated when I had a man inside me. It was new, but I loved it.
Over and over, he sank into me, right up to the hilt, and he rolled his hips against mine. A slow pressure was building in my groin, and I moaned with every movement, needing more each time, desperately wanting to get off on the pleasure he was giving me.
I wrapped my legs around him in an attempt to drive him on and encourage him to speed up even a little. Instead, it just served to shorten my channel and let him reach that little bit deeper inside me.
If I wasn’t careful, I was going to lose myself with Rich. Not just physically, but emotionally. He was everything I didn’t even know I wanted and was fast turning into something I so desperately needed. Sure, he was nineteen years older than me, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, was it?
I needed to get a hold of myself. This was my best friend’s dad. This wasn’t a relationship, it was fucking. This was just sex.
Only this didn’t feel like just fucking. This was so very different.