Rule #30 Only a fool would walk across town and climb up two stories for the woman he loves. #2
Then she watches me roll the condom on my length. I wish I didn’t have to put it on. Even now I’m thinking that every drop of my cum belongs inside her, but we’re being so reckless already. Those dreams are just dreams—for now.
“You always have condoms in your pocket?” she asks with a soft laugh.
Licking my lips, I lift my eyes from my cock to her face. “No.”
Realization dawns on her face before she glances at the balcony I climbed to get here, and she smiles softly as she reaches for me.
I want her to know I came here for this. I want her to know I threw away my own rules for her, and I crossed the city on foot in the middle of the night to be with her.
To truly be with her.
Even if I had lied to myself, I am the same man who grabbed those condoms before leaving. I knew exactly what I was coming here to do.
Draping my weight over hers, I gaze down at our bodies so perfectly aligned, and I see the age difference between us. It’s on our skin, but it isn’t in our hearts.
Her knees spread even wider to accommodate me as I rut my covered length along her wet cunt. The heels of her feet dig into my ass and thighs as she holds me closer, guiding me to where she wants.
“There’s no going back from this,” I whisper as I lift up enough to notch my cock at her seeping pussy. I push in an inch, and she flinches from the stretch, staring into my eyes.
“I need it.”
Those three words are my undoing.
Giving her what she needs is what I was put on this earth to do. So with one grunting thrust, I bury my cock as deep inside her as I can go. We can’t moan, although I know we both want to.
Instead, we breathe together, savoring the silence in this deliciously delicate moment. Finally, we become one.
My hips are flat against hers, but still, I try to thrust deeper, pressing in another inch. And then another.
She takes the full length of my cock with a look of wonder and satisfaction on her face.
Being so deep inside her, I pause and stare down at the place where we are joined. It’s a sight I commit to memory.
Then I glance up at her and kiss every inch of her perfect face. Her lips. Her cheek. Her nose. Her forehead.
She smiles patiently as I indulge myself in this moment.
“I want to live inside you forever,” I mumble against the shell of her ear.
“Could you settle for fucking me as much as you want?” she replies sweetly, and I bite my lip to stifle my whimper.
“I could,” I reply with a smile.
Lifting up onto my hands framing her head on the pillow, I pull my hips back, easing to the tip before I slam back inside her a bit harder. She flinches again, covering her own mouth this time.
My brows lift with concern, but she only nods to tell me to continue.
So I do.
This time, I ease out and back in quicker, and with every impact of my cock, Amelia’s eyes flutter back as the pleasure increases.
The bed squeaks quietly beneath us, mingled only with the sound of our heavy breathing. Lowering to my elbow, I kiss her lips, her chin, her collarbone as the thrusts of my hips move in perfect sync with her body.
Our bodies are fused, the movement of my hips quick and intimate, grinding together as one. Her skin pebbles with goose bumps, and her nails dig into my back as we ride closer and closer to the edge.
When she places her lips against the shell of my ear, there is no preparing me for the question that so softly leaves her lips. “Can I call you Daddy?”
I couldn’t hold in my groan if I tried.
This is not a question of innocence or naivety. My filthy girl knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s claiming her stake as mine. She’s making it very clear to me that she wants me to be her daddy in all the deliciously sexy and salacious ways.
“Oui, mon trésor. Please…”
The walls of her pussy clench around my cock as she squeezes me tighter, quietly whispering in my ear, “Thank you, Daddy.”
It takes every ounce of restraint in me to keep from coming already. Just as I feel myself approaching the climax, I pull out and take quick, deep breaths, barely able to quell the rushing waves of desire.
As I stare down at Amelia, I see the trust in her eyes. More than anything, it is that pride swelling in my chest that nearly sends me over the edge. I want to be everything she needs, including her daddy.
I move to a sitting position with Amelia’s legs still draped around my hips.
“Sit up and ride my cock.” Taking her hand in mine, I pull her up until she’s sitting on my lap, facing me. Perched on her knees, she clutches at my neck as she lowers herself on my hard length.
Feeling her warm pussy swallow my dick while staring into her glistening big blue eyes is like dying a warm, pleasant death and seeing the face of God.
With our chests pressed together, we breathe the same air as she begins to bounce herself on my cock. Her hips roll back and forth while she bites her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
“That’s it,” I whisper. “Good girl. Look at you on your daddy’s cock.”
She makes a pained expression, her focus fixed on my face and the pleasure she’s chasing. Reaching between us, I strum her clit with my thumb, working her in tight strokes.
Her face morphs into agony, meaning that she’s close.
“Keep going, mon trésor. Let it go. Let me see you come.”
Bouncing quickly on my lap, she gets herself to the breaking point, and just as she falls over the edge, I hug her tight to my body, burying her face in my neck where she squeals against my skin. Her body trembles and shakes in my arms as she rides through the pleasure.
Just as she starts to come down, relaxing in my arms, I hold her hips in my hands and guide her movements, pulling her onto my cock. With the scent of her hair and her sweat and the smell of sex in the room, I come.
Her arousal drips down my condom-covered cock, soaking the sheets. Amelia leans back and smiles with a lust-drunk expression. Her hair is tangled and sticking up at random angles.
It’s the most beautiful she’s ever looked to me.
Without pulling out of her, I guide her backward, just so I can look down at her ravishing, glistening body and my shaft still buried deep inside her. Giving her ass a tap, I gesture for her to lift up, and my cock slides slowly out of her.
Immediately, I want to slide back in.
She lies down on the bed, looking half-awake as I pull off the condom and discard it in the attached bathroom. When I return to her, she’s draped across the bed, naked and sated.
“Can we do it again?” she asks, and I bark out a quiet laugh.
“You’ll have to give me some time to recover, Amelia. You’re not with a twenty-year-old.” I collapse onto the bed next to her. She immediately clings to my chest, draping one of her bare legs over mine.
“Thank God for that,” she whispers.
“Someday I’m going to fuck you where we can be as loud as we want,” I mumble against her forehead.
She giggles and squeezes me tighter.
Turning toward her, I revel in the sight of her in this moment. Normally after sex, if I stick around for cuddles, it’s usually for the sake of aftercare. My heart has never stayed so attached to the person I’m with.
Amelia has given me a new life.
Amelia is my new life.