I wouldn’t be able to come like this. Her pace was too erratic and all over the place. I just had to lie back and be tortured sexually with her wet pussy, which would keep me in a state of constant arousal without any hope of release.
“Paul,” she gasped. “Help, help.”
She needed me to guide her. She needed me to help her get there. That small plea made me feel like a sex god. I wrapped one hand around her hip, my fingers splaying over both ass cheeks and forced her into a steady rhythm. Then I used my fingers to tug on her nipples, with enough pressure that I knew there was a little pain underneath the pleasure. That spice of heat that she probably never realized she needed to get there.
Like slapping her ass.
Now, I pushed my hips up into her, pulled her down against me so that her clit was mashing up against the base of my dick, and then I heard her explode before I felt her all around me.
She was crying and coming on my cock, and before I could question it, I was pumping my come deep inside her.
“Fuck yes,” I growled, my orgasm taking me by surprise. It was amazing.
All of it. The sex. Her. Us together.
I’d walked out of The Cow Farm with her fucking bright green panties in my pants pocket and it had been like winning the lottery.
What the hell was I going to do when she actually left?
She collapsed on top of me, her thighs spread out over mine, her cheek pressed against my hairy chest, her hands on my shoulders. Instinctively, I bent my neck and kissed the top of her head. Praising her for her utter hotness. Which was probably a little sexist, but in that moment I couldn’t care.
“Why is sex so much better with you?” she mumbled. I could feel her lips moving against my chest and it tickled.
“Because I’m a sex god?”
I couldn’t answer that question seriously. Because if I did, I would probably freak her out. But I suspected it was because on some deeper level she trusted me, and in trusting me she was able to let go of Kristen Kringle for a time and just be Kay-Kay.
With no worries. No fears. No stress.
Much easier to come when you weren’t thinking about a thousand other things. I rubbed my hands up and down her back, cupping her ass so that I could hold her in place on my still pulsing cock. I wasn’t ready to separate us yet.
I wanted her to hold my cum inside of her longer.
What? That was stupid. She was on the pill. I couldn’t get her pregnant.
“Do you even want kids?”
The question popped out of my sex-drowsed brain before I could think it through.
I could feel her tense on top of me and I cursed silently.
“Never mind,” I said quickly. “I don’t know why I asked you that.”
She lifted her head up, pressing that pointy chin into my chest in a way I was starting to really like. Because it was her pointy chin, and it hurt a little, but it also meant I could lose myself in her blue eyes.
“I told myself I had to make a choice,” she said. “Yes, I know men do it all the time. They get to have kids and the promotions and the big office. They make it look so easy, actually. But I could never wrap my head around how it works. How can I be a good mom and a dedicated CEO? I had the best mom in the world, and to be anything less than she was to me, to my child, would crush me.”
“Men do it all the time because they have help,” I said.
“Not just help. They have wives. Free labor,” she huffed.
“Sounds like that’s what you need. A wife.”
She smiled. “I thought you said I needed a man who was going to wear the pants in the family.”
“Wives don’t ever wear pants? That’s a surprising turn of events I didn’t know about. I really have to get me one of those.”
She wiggled off me. “I should go. Since Matt is staying in one of the cabins and you’re out here now, there’s no one else in the house with dad.”
