His Resolution – Kisses at Midnight

“God.” She presses her head back into the pillow. “I don’t know, it hurts but I want…yes I want it all. Inside me. Please…”

I rub her clit faster and fuck her harder. Her opening barely letting me move in and out, and with each thrust my balls ache and tighten, ready to drench her insides with my seed.

“Yes.” She looks at me. “God, Damon, yes…”

“You’re going to cum for me, baby. I’m going to cum with you…”

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her feet clasping behind my ass as I drive every inch of me to the hilt inside her pulsing pussy.

I fill her with warm cum as she finds her peak, spreading my seed inside her and all over my dick. Our release mixes together, dripping from her opening down my balls as our hearts beat in time and I rub her clit to another jerking orgasm before bringing my hand up to cradle the back of her head, holding her until her eyes focus again.

“Wow.” She whispers as her fingers finally loosen their death grip on my shoulders.

“I agree.”

My still-hard cock wants more, but I wait until her breathing is steady before I wrap my arms around her tiny waist and flip us over, mounting her on top of me with a gasp.

“I want to watch you fuck me now.” I bite into my bottom lip, looking up at the sex mess angel that’s got my heart on lock down. “I want to watch you take what you want, baby. I’m yours as much as you are mine. Never forget that.”

A soft smile curves her lips as her tiny hands come to rest on my chest and she winces as she adjusts herself on my dick.

“I don’t know how, but I feel safe with you. Protected, and like I can just be me.”

“You can. You should never hide yourself from me. I want it all.”

She begins to move slowly and I watch in awe as she turns from the innocent girl I met only days ago, to an uninhibited needy girl, taking what she wants, cumming on my cock until she collapses on my chest and I fill her again, thinking of my seed finding its home.

As she falls asleep in my arms, I pet her hair, listening to her breathing as it grows steady and I know she’s slipping into unconsciousness, and it’s in that moment my thoughts turn to how I’ve brought her here. How, in my obsession, I rationalized doing the things I did to be sure she was next to me.

But the piper will come calling. My private investigators are already building the case against her father and the person I really believe to be behind all this: that bitch Melany. Soon their nefarious actions will be in the blazing light of day.

Still, that will not assuage the guilt I carry for manipulating the situation in the way I did. Somehow, after she understands fully what we are to each other, I will come clean and explain why I did things in the manner I did.

I gently lift her off of me, our bodies slick with our bliss and a sheen of sweat, and lay her on her side as I wrap myself around her, trying to protect her from the world.

The waves lull me into slumber, my cock still hard as I snuggle it into my sweet Songbird’s rear end, grinding slowly and smoothly against her until once again I cum, bringing me just enough relief that sleep takes me.

Chapter Ten

Doralee

THE MORNING SUN STREAMS through the bedroom and the familiar ache between my legs seems to never cease. We were out on Damon’s boat until after two AM, making love and laughing until our sides hurt.

We talked about so many things. I asked about his family, wishing I could meet them but both his parents are gone. They had him late in life, a surprise baby they thought would never happen.

They sounded wonderful. His life was so unlike mine. Growing up in Detroit, his parents both auto workers, playing football as the poor scholarship kid at a private high school.

He said it never bothered him. His parents raised him well, taught him what mattered, that hard work outweighed talent and treating people fairly would get you farther than being a cheat.

He asked me lots of questions too, and I answered the best I could. I’m not used to anyone being all that interested in me, and to be honest, I was far more interested in learning about him than telling him about myself.

Now, laying here, I’m looking out at Damon standing on the terrace, coffee cup in hand, utterly naked. I drink in his body in awe, not only of his size but the cut of each muscle and the dominant stance he always seems to have, as though he’s the warrior standing between me and the rest of the world.