Princely Passions

My pussy clenches around him, milking out the seed he’s giving me with every last ounce of energy in me. I’m at once exhausted and exhilarated. “Fill me up, daddy, please,” I moan against his skin, falling against him and squeezing him tighter. I’m shaking with the little aftershocks of my orgasm fluttering through my pussy walls from how intense I'm gripping Dominic’s cock.

I close my lips around his skin, kissing softly, needing to touch him like this. Something tender. I’ve never cum like this, much less more than once with such intensity, and it has me feeling vulnerable. But the way that Dominic commands my body, I feel somehow safer than I ever have.

Dominic’s tongue trails up my neck and to my ear, where he starts to kiss my earlobe and then nibble on it. I’m so sensitive from everything that’s happened that I’m shivering wildly at this simple tease. His arms stabilize me, keep me in his hold so that he can deliciously torment with every touch of his tongue against my skin. When his tongue moves, the air hits my skin for just a second. I get a chill and then the iciness turns to fire when his tongue flicks over the skin again. His hands wrap even tighter around me, coiling like a boa constrictor and capturing me in his arms so tight that I can barely breathe. My nipples press against his chest and their grazing feel against the hard wall of his chest.

Dominic’s hands in my hair pull back my face and he brings me back to kiss him. His cock is still inside me and my clit twitches sharply and is over sensitized when his lips close over mine. Stars explode behind my eyes and I moan into his mouth. His tongue sweeps over mine and his passion eats my own, devours it and rebirths it with exponential intensity. We kiss forever and I think perhaps I’m stuck in this moment for eternity and I’m more than okay with that.

When he slowly releases my lip, returns his tongue to his own mouth, I find the ability to breathe again in slow motion. My eyelids flutter open and I look at his face. I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful. He’s devastatingly good-looking, the face and body of a man who could own my soul and all he has to do is look in my direction. That gaze cages my senses and my good sense, and locks me up and hides the key to my freedom.

I mean, I didn’t know fucking could be so intense. My legs are still shaking when he sweeps them to the side. Dominic lies down and I swoop into the crook of his arm, pressing my face against his chest. I listen to his heartbeat, breathe the expensive scent of him—masculinity, power, and something like the woods at midnight. The beach at dusk. His scent is a feeling to me; he lingers in my mind as a desire I ache for and barely recognize because it's so mysterious like the beauty within nature.

Though I can feel the tiredness sweeping through my body now — after the emotional exhaustion of the day, and then the physical exertion, it certainly should be, but I want so badly to stay awake. I want to listen to his heartbeat. Feel the rise and fall of his chest for the whole night and think about nothing but the erotic metronome of his constant existence. I have never felt this attached to simple biology in another person. Not my shitty boyfriend of five years. Not any of my first crushes.

Well, alright, let me tell you a little secret: Dominic was my first real crush. When I was eighteen, hormones raging through me every minute of the day, it was simply impossible to not feel attracted to a man like Dominic. Because he isn’t a man, he’s a God among men. And here I am, melting like butter in a skillet, pressed so tight against him you’d think I was trying to save him from a tornado.

I wonder what Dominic is thinking, but I dare not ask. His lips kiss the top of my head. His fingers stroke my hair. We’re caught in time, stuck in a moment where consequences and reality don’t matter. There’s a heavy load of shit we’ll have to deal with later, I know that. I know he realizes this too.

But I sure as hell don’t want to talk about it right now, and neither does he. My eyelids droop heavier and the pull of sleep is almost completely overwhelming me and I know that I’ve got to let myself fall asleep. That tiny tremor of reality threatens to torture me from any rest, but I'm just plain spent. My body needs the release of sleep to thoroughly evacuate the earlier tensions from today.

Because adding onto my stress and thinking about how I literally let my father figure fuck me. How I begged him, seduced him, and let a few words be the go-ahead for me to sleep with someone who used to be married to my mother…

Okay, fuuuuuuck, there’s just no way that I can think about that right now. My body is tired, my mind won’t relent to anything but sleep.

The sound of Dominic’s breathing is the last thing I hear before butterfly wings flutter behind my mind and drag me off to a dreamless sleep. The scent and feel of him surrounds me and I can’t think about right, wrong, or anything, but this feels good.

I feel safe.

40

Dominic

I wake up to a bright sunlight filtering through the curtains into the bedroom. What…? This isn’t my…

Oh.

I’m at the Carlyle Hotel. Which means…

I roll over and…

Yup. That’s my stepdaughter. Or, I guess, my ex-stepdaughter. Which is good, because if I were still married to her mother, we’d both be fucked. Mary would not take me cheating on her with her daughter well, and for obvious reasons.

But I’m not married to her mom, and I did fuck Mary's daughter

and oh God, she’s so damn young. There’s something about her being asleep that makes her look even more young this morning—a child, really—and I'm 45 and I cannot be fucking women who are only 26.

Heather is her same age.

Which, I’ll admit, is not much of a consolation. I broke things off with Heather because she was too young, too childish. I need someone who is a little more mature.

Plus, I really did just want a fuck buddy. That was all Heather was supposed to be. She knew that from day one. She just didn’t get the memo. Or more appropriately, lost it on purpose. I should’ve known she wouldn’t be able to just enjoy a raunchy sex life with me for the hell of it.

Daphne, on the other hand…

I gently stroke the hair away from her face, unable to keep my hands off her for another moment. Last night was amazing, but in ways that I’ve never felt before. Usually, when a night is amazing, it’s because the woman let me do something really naughty—a threesome. Or fuck her up the ass. Or whatever.

But I didn’t need that with Daphne last night. Not that I’d be against it if it came up between us, but I don’t need it with her. Just her being her was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

She’s probably going to go to Mary and tell her what happened, though. Oh God, Mary is going to kill me. I fucked her daughter. She’s going to string me up by my balls.