“What are we doing?” I ask. Running my hands over his chest when he lays me down and climbs on top of me. Touching him is very soothing for me. It calms me. Reminds me that I am no longer alone. Well, for right now.
“You need me, and I need you after that, Chrissy.” I prop my legs up with my feet flat on the bed and my thighs wide, so he can fit between them.
“How did you know?” I ask, definitely needing to feel alive.
“I know what you need, Goddess. I always will. Don’t forget that,” he says, guiding his massive, very massive cock into me. My back arches and I moan.
“I won’t forget,” I tell him as he moves in and out of me. He grabs my hands in one of his and extends them over my head. “Oh, God,” I cry as I see stars. Besides being dick-dazzled by him, he is a good caring man. Is it any wonder I am head over heels in love with him?
“You are so fucking beautiful, baby. And all mine,”
Slowly, he begins to make love to me. I can’t tell where he ends, and I begin. It’s soul consuming and I hate that I can’t tell what he’s feeling. Tears start sliding out from my eyes, as I take in the… beauty… the raw passion that’s happening between us. I can feel how hard he’s restraining himself right now. He’s actually shaking.
“Daddy?” I ask, getting him to pause.
“Yeah, baby girl?” he asks with confusion. He is half encompassed in the blanket of want and need we have surrounded ourselves with, that the look in his eyes is a mixture of torture and anticipation.
“Destroy me,” I breathe, letting him know that he can do whatever he fucking wants. And I will love it.
“What?” he asks, his voice strangled.
“Fuck me harder. Let me in. Please let go,” I whisper, kissing his pec. It’s all I can reach.
Have I mentioned how much I love that he’s so much bigger than me? A look passes over his face and I prepare myself for whatever is about to happen. He leans down and kisses me, our tongues dueling with each other. He bites my bottom lip before sucking on it. Fuck, that is like a direct electric connection to my clit. I’m going to need more of that. He pulls all the way out of me and slams back in. His hands grip my hips, squeezing harder and harder.
“Daddy,” I squeal, on the verge of coming hard.
“Daddy is gonna breed you, baby girl. You know that, right? I’m going to fill your womb with my seed and tie you to me forever,” he grunts.
That’s it. That does it. I scream his name so loudly my ears ring, as my pussy spasms around him. He rears back and I feel his cock pulsing within me. I feel every single burst of his life-giving essence splashing my walls. We lay there gasping for air and fighting to hold on to the space we created. A space where nothing else exists, for as long as we can. I look over and see he too is in his own mind and use this as my chance to come back.
Hell, after the epic round of love making we just had, I need to shower by myself. I need a little space and I love that he knows that. I need to process everything he told me and everything we’ve shared. The things he hasn’t said and may never say. He’s a tortured soul. It makes me question; how can two tortured souls ever work?
Let’s not mention that I have nothing to offer a man of his standing. There is nothing but my heart, and as much as it hurts me to admit, it seems he doesn’t want it. My pussy? Definitely. He can have that, but I want more. He’s powerful as a man and one of four very successful businessmen. I am weak and would not be a good fit for his lifestyle. He needs someone who can survive in his world. All I can give him is a sob story and a massive amount of debt.
Dripping wet, I slide down to the floor. The tile is cold on my back, but maybe it’ll turn as numb as the rest of my body. Resting my head on my knees, I let the silent tears stream down my face. As the hot water cascades from the ten showerheads all around me, steaming the room and warming it like a sauna doesn’t help me because I’m still cold. Frozen as ice all the way through my body. I know this will end...this thing between Marquise and I, and it will be in a way that I will be crushed. Obliterated beyond all recognition.