8. Lucy
EIGHT
LUCY
With one hard thrust, his thick shaft invaded my body, and I saw white!
Pain and pleasure mingled and worked together to make me feel like I was as grounded as a human could be all while floating just above their body.
His thick dick felt perfect.
“Lucy,” he grunted. “Look at me, baby,” he demanded through what sounded like gritted teeth. “Need your eyes on me, Sunshine.” I opened them slowly to look up at a worried Daddy Victor. Sweat lined his hairline as he stared down at me, and I smiled.
“Too much?” he strained. Victor’s body trembled over mine as he tried to hold himself still inside of me. I clenched my walls around him tightly. Once. Twice. Three times.
“Lucy.”
“It’s not enough,” I whispered, and his forehead dropped to press against mine.
“You want more.” Not a question but fact.
“I need more. I need you. Give me you.”
“Fuck!” he cursed, crushing his lips against mine. His tongue plundered my mouth as his dick sawed in and out of me in a slow, rhythmic pace.
“Daddy,” I cried. “Victor, more.”
“Give you everything, Lucy. Every. Fucking. Thing.” He enunciated each word with hard powerful thrusts that made my body jiggle and bounce.
“Just like that!” My head dug deeper into the pillow beneath my head. “Faster, harder,” I demanded like Daddy’s favorite brat.
“I give you more, I’ll break you in half.”
“You won’t, baby. I was made for you,” I softly said against his lips. A droplet of sweat dropped onto my chest as he started to move.
Faster.
Deeper.
Harder.
So damn beautiful tears sprung to my eyes as I met his hips thrust for thrust. Warm and wetness coated our bodies, and I knew we were right there, right on the edge, but I couldn’t manage to say anything as my nails raked his back, holding on to Daddy for dear life.
“Lucy. Lucy. Lucy,” he panted my name like a prayer and somehow, someway, we both came undone at the same time.
Fireworks burst behind my shut eyelids as pleasure coursed through my body, making me convulse underneath him as I held on to him like he was the only thing capable of stopping me from floating out to sea.
All while his head dipped into the crook of my neck, the deep timbre of his groan as he released ribbon after ribbon of his come inside of me.
Slowly, our senses came back to us.
Our breathing returned to normal when he pulled up to look at me. I knew I wasn’t just looking into the eyes of the man who had seen me on a cam site and had become possessed to be as close to me as possible, or the eyes of the neighbor I’d just met less than a week ago.
I was looking into the dark chocolatey gaze of my future.
“I love you.” The three words stupidly tumbled past my lips as I held his face, stroking the apples of his cheeks.
“Lucy.” My name sounded guttural.
“I might be as crazy as you.” I laughed and felt him, still hard inside of me, push in further, deeper.
“Not even close, Sunshine. I’m the mad one here. I love you, too, Sunshine. No going back,” he said, as if it was a threat, but I simply smiled.
“No going back,” I promised, pulling my head up to seal the promise and our future with a kiss.
When I pulled away, there was something in his eyes.
Daddy Victor was satisfied, but judging by how hard he still was, he wasn’t done with me yet.
“I’m going to flip us over, and you’re going to ride me backwards,” he said like his word was law.
“What if I want to ride facing you?” I challenged. And felt his hips pull back and thrust into me. Hard. I gasped, and his lips quirked up.
“I can compromise.” He winked, and I nodded.
In the blink of an eye, he did just that, my hand resting at the middle of his hard muscular chest. I grinned down at him. “Show me what you got, Sunshine.” And I was more than happy to ride my restless daddy all night long.