I pop the button on my jeans and lower the zipper so fast that my cock bobs out frantically. After retrieving a condom from my pocket, I roll it on and step between Simone’s legs. She’s at the perfect height for me to fuck her while standing.
I grab her hips, push my cock up to the entrance of her pussy, and thrust hard and fast into her.
Simone’s pussy grips me so tightly she nearly strangles my dick. I’m not going to last. My cock has been growing harder by the minute since we started this scene. I grit my teeth to stave off my orgasm, but it’s a losing battle. I only manage about six thrusts before I can’t hold back. I moan even louder than her as I fill the condom.
Fuck, I love this girl.
Chapter 25
Simone
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“Mmm…” I’m marginally aware of the moan escaping my lips, but I don’t have the energy to move. I can’t even lift my eyebrows. I’m sated. I’m not inside my body. I’ve flown out of myself to hover somewhere near the ceiling.
Daddy is caressing my heated bottom. He hasn’t pulled out of me yet, and I’m glad because I like him being still hard inside me. I wish we could stay like this forever.
After a few minutes, his hands slide under my dress until he cups my breasts, causing me to arch my chest off the bench so he can play with my nipples. It feels so good. My buds grow tight between his fingers and thumbs. It doesn’t seem possible that I could grow aroused yet again, but apparently, I can.
I wiggle my bottom against the base of his erection. “More, Daddy.”
He leans all the way over me and kisses my neck. “More? My Little girl is insatiable.”
“Please, Daddy?”
He slides back to standing, holds my hips again, and surprises me by fucking in and out of me without pulling out to remove the condom or put on a new one. I guess he can keep going. I’m glad.
This time I get more of a slow burn. I’m able to enjoy every thrust and the way he tilts his hips forward, pushing in deeper.
I’m aware of the noises I’m making, but I can’t stop them, and I don’t care. Daddy likes it when I moan. But that soft sound changes entirely when he reaches around to rub my clit.
I’m once again at the edge of nirvana and then crashing over as a fourth orgasm consumes me.
“Fuck, Simone…” Daddy grits out. He thrusts harder and faster.
His cock stiffens, and then he comes a few seconds after me. He’s panting, and this time he pulls out of me. “You’re going to be the death of me, Little girl.”
I think I’m smiling. It’s all I can manage. I’m marginally aware of him moving around the room, and then he’s lifting me into his arms. He carries me to the loveseat, wraps a blanket around me, and cradles me against him.
“Take a drink, Baby girl,” he encourages.
I open my eyes just enough to see that he’s holding a bottle of water, and I part my lips for him, surprised to find I’m so thirsty. I down most of the cold liquid in less than a minute.
“Good girl,” he praises before holding me close to his chest and kissing my forehead.
“Does Bryson think I’m a freak?” I whisper.
Daddy swats my behind through the covers, and even though the blanket is soft, I still yelp. “Do not call yourself names, naughty girl.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” I’m oddly lucid, and I open my eyes wider to meet his gaze.
“Bryson wasn’t concerned at all.”
“How do you know? Did you two have a conversation I missed?”
“No, sassy girl. We exchanged all we needed to with our eyes.”
I snuggle into him closer. “Do you think Lillian was traumatized?”
