Sweet Obsession

Somehow, I’d expect someone of her size would be a bit looser than the much slenderer women I’ve had, but nope. It’s tighter, tight, hot, and silky smooth around my cock. Now that tightness was calling to me as if I hadn’t had enough, as if my cock and balls weren’t sore from the longest fuck fest I’ve had since my younger days and maybe not even then.

As a recently deflowered virgin, I should be taking it easy on her, but I can’t. I haven’t been able to, not since the first time I dipped my dick in her. She came, soft and slow, before I pulled my tongue out of her and slid up her body, my cock trailing precum along her thigh. There was no muss, no fuss as I slowly slipped into her, covering her lips with mine, giving her a taste of herself on my tongue.

She moved with me, her cushiony body soft and supple beneath my much harder one. I held her precious head in my hands as I fucked into her nice and slow while feeding on her tongue. Her nipples pierced my chest, and I soon left her lips to suck on one of those morsels.

Her pussy clenched when I sucked as I bit first one then the other until they were two little pinpoints sticking out from her chest. I lifted my head to look down at her, brushing the hair back on one side of her face with my fingers while looking into her eyes.

She stared back up at me, her eyes fever bright with reawakened lust. I kept our eyes held like that even as I lowered my head to taste her lips again. It’s like magic each time I slip into her; it’s better than the last. Her pussy has the power to wipe my mind clean of everything else.

Because now, while I’m inside her, nothing outside these doors, no beyond this bed, is worth a damn only she does; her, us, this. I made the kiss soft and yet wild as I cupped the back of her head in my hand, holding her in place for my ravaging mouth and tongue. She moaned into my mouth and reached down between us to touch herself, her fingers moving gently over her clit.

Less than one day, and she already knows what I like. It’s like she’d learned all my likes and dislikes in and out of bed, and I never cease to be amazed by her. “You wanna cum again?” She nodded her head then gave me the words. “Make me cum.”

Why does she make me want to smile even here? It’s joy, that elusive happiness that everyone wants and I always thought I had. I’d give my billions to keep feeling like this every day. I lowered my head into her neck and took the soft flesh there between my teeth, all the while stroking deeper and deeper into her depths.

She spread her legs and grabbed onto my ass, pulling me in even deeper. I let her cum, another soft sweet climax that put a slight smile on her face. “Hold on, baby; I’m gonna do you rough this time.” I gave her no time to prepare; just as soon as the ebb and flow of her orgasm was coming to an end, I started pile driving into her cunt.

She screeched and yelled, bouncing around under me, making my cock very happy with her antics. Since there was no danger of her dislodging my cock from her tight pussy, I gave her free rein, letting her bounce around beneath me as she fucked herself mercilessly on my cock.

The slap-slap-sound of our hips meeting mingled with the sound of our breathing in the room as we looked into each other’s eyes. What I saw there humbled me, and I felt my cock grow even harder inside her. I think it’s going to take me a while to get over the shock. The shock and fear that I could’ve lost this could’ve never known this with her because I’d been so blind.

“I love you.” Even those words made her pussy wetter because they meant something to her. And even before she gave them back to me, I knew. It’s been in everything she’s done, everything she’s been, so I swallowed the words on her tongue, taking them into me. “I love you too, daddy!”

GARRICK

Daddy! It’s not what you think; she’s never called me that before, not before we started having sex. She always called me Garrick. Not uncle, not mister, just Garrick. But she has a bit of a kinky side, something else that’s been hidden behind her sweet, demure persona.

The first time she called me that shit, she was tipsy. I’d just taken her virginity which I didn’t know was even there, and was plying her with champagne to try to ease the ache between her thighs and, as she said, deep inside.