He starts to laugh but stops abruptly when I glare at him. “Sorry, Babe.” He kneels in front of me to assess the situation, and then he calmly backtracks the zipper before sliding my skirt down my legs. With his massive dick hanging out of his fly at a rather assertive and confronting angle. It’s thick and veiny as fuck, and I’m a little anxious it won’t fit.
A squeak escapes me, but Daryl doesn’t notice. He’s too busy staring.
Without warning, he buries his face in my curls with a moan. He inhales deeply, slides his hands up my calves, and pulls the backs of my knees toward him. They instantly give way, and he expertly controls my descent as I crumple.
I’m laid out on the storeroom’s hardwood floor, and I yelp as my bare back connects to the cool surface, but I forget all about complaining when Daryl thrusts my knees up, pins my legs open, and laps at my soaked upper thighs. I swear under my breath and tilt my hips, to open for him. He moans again and slurps at my clit until I’m kicking him, begging him for release.
He pulls back, his eyes wild and nearly black with desire. His gaze shifts between my face and my ass, and then he looks to the ceiling and prays for strength. He jumps to his feet, shucks his open jeans over his ass, shoves them down to the floor, and steps out of them.
It’s my turn to stare. The man is pure muscle and cock. And I want his bulk on top of me right now.
He sinks to his knees slowly, his full focus on my face. His expression is serious, and his gaze is warm and full of love. “Youare so fucking beautiful, I’m almost scared my heart’s going to give out from the sight of you.” He holds a hand to his chest. “It’s beating so hard,” he whispers, sounding as nervous as I feel. He slowly crawls forward until his face is over mine. “Please pray I don’t die before I experience this heaven.”
“If there is a god, then he wouldn’t dare take you,” I whisper back. “He’d know that I need you.”
Daryl guides my leg around his hip and strokes me between my legs. “Oh, there’s a god,” he says with certainty as he runs the thick head of his cock along my slick crease and notches it at my entrance. “You’re living proof of that, Cadence Malone.”
He surges his hips forward, and I whimper as my flesh parts for him with the most incredible stretch. This moment is better than I had imagined — mostly, because Daryl knows his shit when it comes to my pleasure, and he’s also loving and sweet as fuck. His eyes remain glued to mine, mindful and questioning.Okay?they seem to ask, and I nod. He smiles and eases back, before he forges deeper, filling me all the way.
It’sglorious.
He bumps against my clit, and a shock of pleasure ripples through my core, squeezing at his cock in a preview of what’s to come — because holy shit — this feels better than I ever could have imagined. Both of my holes feel full and riddled with sensation, and I’m hit with another quiver almost every time we move together.
Daryl rumbles in approval, and his cock strains inside me “Mmm. That’s my good fucking girl.” He thrusts into me, again and again, making me dizzy with kisses and the praise falling from his lips.
He rolls with me, until I’m on top, then he grabs my ass and grinds me into him until my pussy cinches so tight, it’s tugging at his cock like we’re attached. He swears, tenses up, grips my hipseven harder, and pins me in place, despite my every intention to keep moving.
I can feel my orgasmright there, and I want it. I buck and buck at him, until he locks me down with all his might, preventing me from making any movement at all, let alone a pelvis thrust.
“Cady, I need a sec to calm my shit,” he says in a rush through his teeth.
Confused, I stop chasing my pleasure and take a moment to really look at him. His eyes are squeezed closed; his jaw is clench tight… Is he holding his breath? “Are you okay?” I ask running my fingers through his hair.
He shivers and groans and slowly eases his grip on me. “Just dangerously close to busting my nut way too soon,” he confesses. “You’re a wild one, and I fucking love it way too much.” He flutters his eyes open and meets my gaze. “Good to go now.” He slaps my ass, and I give a soft cry as I clamp around his cock and the plug in my butt. “Push yourself up while you ride me like a cowgirl,” he says with a grin. “Let me see you in all your fucking glory.”
Eager to take the new position for a test drive, I do as I’m told, and I’m rewarded by a look on Daryl’s face that says a thousand words — every one of them being about how fucking beautiful I am and how turned on he is by me. Warmth fills my face, and I rock my hips, finding my new rhythm.
It’s good.Fuckit’s good. There’s something pleasurable for every part of me. My clit’s happy, my pussy’s full of cock for the first time in my life, and when I rock my hips a certain way, it nudges my brand new, glittering ass plug and sends little shockwaves of delight through my whole system — which of course means I want to do it all the fucking time.
I sit tall, throw my head back, and fuck at his cock until I’m so wet it sounds obscene. “Fuck.”
“Damn straight, you fuckinggoddess.” He eyeballs my bouncing tits like a starving monster ready to pounce on its next meal.
He clenches his abs, and his cock jerks inside me as he sits up. He guides my legs to go right around his waist, grabs my ass, and tugs my lower half as close as two people can get. Then he lunges for my nearest breast. He takes my nipple in his mouth and suckles gently a moment, before intensifying his suction to the point of almost pain.
Pleasure rockets through me, and I buck at him hard and fast, needing everything he has, to soothe the overwhelming need inside me. I fist his hair and dig my nails into his back and thrust for all I’m worth. Daryl grunts and moans into my breast, and I writhe in his arms, as his enjoyment hums and vibrates right through me.
The second he reaches around and pushes at the diamanté base of my butt plug, I’m gone. It may as well be a fucking detonation button, because it sets off a chain reaction of jolting explosions, each more pleasurable than the last, until I come back into awareness, lying limp and trembling on Daryl’s chest, in a puddle of our combined making.
He clutches me to him, one hand gripping my hair, as he murmurs praise after profanity after prayer. I smile into his sweat-salted skin and flick my tongue at his nipple piercing. He shivers, and his waning erection reconsiders its potential. It stirs inside me, showing signs of life, and I roll my hips and moan at the warm, wet sensation that has everything soaked. I’m not sure when the plug slipped from my ass, but it’s gone, and it has added to the more free and spacious dynamic down there. I feel perfectly broken-in and easy — the exact opposite of my father’s good-girl, a buttoned-up librarian or an overly responsible caretaker.
“I didn’t know it would feel this slippery,” I say, unable to keep still when it feels so deliciously naughty between my legs. “It feels like a lot of cum. Is it a lot?”
His belly quakes beneath me. “It does feel like a lot,” he agrees and then swears. “You squirted like a champ when you came, so that accounts for some of the mess, but I was totally fantasizing about knocking you up when I shot my load deep inside you, and I honestly think it made me spurt a bit extra. Itfeltextra.” He chuckles again and strokes my hair. “Sorry, if that’s TMI — that I get excited by the thought of breeding you. And that my imagination is so graphic, when I’m doing it, that it could manifest as a double dose of semen. If that’s a thing…” He moans, and his cock strains inside me. “You’ve chosen your method of birth control, right?”
The idea of Daryl having the desire or the intent to impregnate me isn’t something I’d thought he’d be interested in, and it’s got me feeling a certain way. My pussy twitches with a subtle aftershock, and I lift my heavy head to meet his gaze as I nod. “It’s my day off tomorrow, so I’m going to take Mom on an outing to Morrinsville. I made myself an appointment there, because I don’t need anyone around here knowing I needed the Plan B pill, or any other kind of prescription filled.”
“Smart.” His smile makes him seem proud of me, and his cock swells more within me, as if my intellect turns him on.
