Possessive Baby Daddy

I know I can’t hold out much longer. But I want this to last. I want this to keep going forever. I ride him harder, slamming my hips down along his incredible cock. I’m filled to the brim, every inch of me taken by him, and I keep needing more, wanting more. I moan into his kiss as I take him, begging him to keep going.

He gives me what I need. He turns me around again, pushing me into the couch. He takes me rough and savage and I gasp, throwing back my hair. He grabs it and purrs, pulling it, fucking me. I ride him and buck back against his shaft, wanting more, more, every inch of me ringing with pleasure and need for him. “Oh, fuck, Shaun,” I gasp. “Oh my god. Please. Please. Don’t stop.”

He growls in my ear and takes me. I need him, need him, so bad, oh my god. I keep moving my hips as he fucks me. He reaches around and starts to rub my clit with his other hand and that throws me over the cliff.

I come hard as he rolls his fingers along my clit. I come so hard I see black at the edges of my vision. I gasp and bite on a pillow to keep from screaming with pleasure. He growls his joy and when I finish, he pulls back and turns me around, pushing me onto my back.

He pins me there, holds my hands above my head, and fucks me. “I want to take you, little Klara,” he whispers. “My little red. I want to fill you up, slide every inch of my cock deep between your legs, and keep you pinned down. I want you to be my toy, my darling, my beautiful fucking girl. You know how gorgeous you are? How good your tight pussy feels? Look at you, sweating and loving every inch of me.”

He fucks me faster, faster. He keeps me held there, my full breasts shaking with each thrust. Lust rings through me and mirrors back in his eyes. He keeps going, fucking me faster, harder, his eyes moving down my back. “Yes,” I moan. “Come for me. Oh, god, come for me.” I want him to come on my tits, on my lips. I want him to come on my ass, or deep between my legs. I need it, want it so badly I can barely control myself.

His growls sets me off. I arch my back, gasping. I feel my own orgasm ring through me again, startling me, shocking me. It starts small but as he fucks me faster, licking my nipples, eyes taking in my body, it grows. And soon, I’m gasping and moaning as he thrusts deeper and harder and his body tightens as he fills me.

I feel him come inside my pussy. I feel him come deep as my orgasm reaches its peak. I roll my eyes back in ecstasy, pure and crazy. I come a second time, and he fills me to the brim.

Slowly he pulls back and we end up on the couch, tangled together in a sweaty mass. I can feel his cum dripping down my leg and I’ve never been more content in my life.

“Well,” he whispers, kissing my ear. “I’m glad I got lost.”

“Me too.” I look over my shoulder and kiss him. I don’t know what I’m thinking, but right now, this is heaven.

I know I can’t do this again. The thought hits me hard and sudden. I feel too wild around him, and I know I can’t risk losing myself like this again. I’m on a path, something I’ve wanted for a long time, and I can’t risk a distraction.

I can’t miss another meeting because I’m in pure lust with this man.

But right now… this feels good. I can relax into him, let him hold me. I can embrace this moment.

Because it’ll just be this once. I promise myself, just this one time, and never again.2ShaunSix Weeks LaterI can see the waves from my balcony.

It’s a good view. I mean, I didn’t buy this expensive modern monstrosity for the views, but it helps.

Things like this house matter in LA, where image and perception are as important as power and wealth are back where I come from. Out here, I can be as rich as anyone else, and it just won’t matter if I don’t exude a sense of that wealth everywhere I go. People want to be seduced by it, and I’ve had to learn to play that game the hard way. It’s not in my nature to flaunt my family’s wealth.

I take a deep breath and let it out. I’ve been in LA for three months now. It’s been a frustrating experience so far, but I’m building something that I think will be good for the family in the long run. Even if my mother doesn’t approve of anything I’m doing, she’ll be glad I did it one day.