Authors: NJ Cole
With her hand in mine, I walked the two of us over to the bed. I got in first and lay on my back. I had come twice tonight, and while that was typically it for me, I was nowhere near done fucking the gorgeous woman now waiting for my next command.
“Clean Daddy’s cock, little girl,” I said, staring up at her.
She turned to look at the bathroom.
“With your mouth,” I added.
She smiled and began to lick the come from my cock. “You are such a good girl,” I praised, stroking her hair.
When my cock was hard again, I told her to grab another condom from my bag. She watched, eyes wide, as I rolled it onto my dick.
“Get on the bed, Mackenzie,” I instructed once I was finished. “You will straddle Daddy and ride his cock.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said excitedly, climbing onto the bed and lowering herself onto my hard shaft.
I groaned as she took me in inch-by-inch. Clearly, from the sounds she was making and the expression on her face, she liked this position, too. It took her about ten seconds to begin rocking back and forth on my cock, teasing me with her perky tits. Leaning up, I captured one in my mouth and sucked hard. As I switched back and forth from breast to breast, she continued to ride me as she moved closer and closer to her release.
As she rocked, I could feel the ball of the jeweled plug rub against my cock through the thin layer of skin that separated them. I reached around and began to play with the toy, turning it and tugging on it every now and then. She groaned in pleasure and moved her hips faster as she ground her swollen clit onto my abdomen.
“You’d like it if I was fucking that tight ass, wouldn’t you?”
“I…I…” Her words were ragged. “I don’t know…maybe…fuck…fuck…” She continued to pant and moan as I nipped at her breasts and tugged rhythmically on the jeweled plug. “Ungh…Daddy…I…I…yes…yes…yes, Daddy.”
“Such a good girl,” I said, knowing she was moments from her release. Pulling the plug from her ass, I growled, “Come all over Daddy.”
“Ohhhhhh fucccccck me!” she screamed as her release shot through her, instantly covering me in come. She collapsed onto my chest, her body trembling with aftershocks of her orgasm.
“You are not done,” I said, causing her to jump. “
I’m
not done.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied with a smile.
I rolled her onto her back and lifted her legs up over my shoulders. Just like the first time, I entered her with one quick thrust. Her tits bounced as I fucked her hard. I loved the look in her eyes as she gazed up at me, and the slapping sound I was making each time I thrust into her soaking wet pussy. It was everything I fantasized about. Perfection.
Within moments, I had her on the brink of another orgasm and I knew I was there, as well. With one final thrust, I sent her over the edge as I found my own release.
“Oh Mackenzie, Mackenzie, Mackenzie,” I chanted as I emptied myself into the condom.
“Mmmmmm, Daddy,” she sighed back.
Leaning down, I kissed her lips softly. Our first kiss. It wasn’t driven by sexual need; we had both been satiated enough. No, this kiss was more. It was a way of expressing our thanks for giving each other what we needed. It was soft and sweet, long and deep.
When we finally broke apart, I decided I was going to do something I had never done with any of the girls in the past. I was planning to ask her if she would like to stay the night. Before I could say anything, though, she spoke.
“Thank you, Senator Joseph,” she said, getting out of the bed. “I really hope that you enjoyed your present.”
I watched as she put her panties, skirt and top back on, a knot forming in the pit of my stomach at the thought of her leaving. It was probably better that she go, as I’d have no way of explaining her presence in the morning, but I wanted more time with her.
“Mackenzie!” I blurted out. “You really don’t have to go.”
“Oh, but Senator Joseph, I do. My father will be expecting me. I’m sure your “gift” went home long ago,” she said, looking at the clock. I glanced at it, and it had been well over two hours since I’d arrived in my room. She was right; my gift would be long gone by now.
Don’t let her go.
I wasn’t even sure if it was the angel or the devil that spoke.
I stared at her with regret as she walked to the door, knowing I had to say something. I couldn’t just let her leave…but what? It wasn’t like I could ask her out on a second date.
Do something you ass! Don’t let her go.
“Senator Joseph,” she said, once again dragging me from my internal dialogue, “do you celebrate the Fourth of July?”
“Yes, of course,” I answered, confused at the new topic of conversation.
“Good,” she said with a giggle. “Then I’ll see you in two weeks. I have a present for you.”