“Now,” he commands again.
“Daddy!” I cry out. “Oh god, yes Daddy!”
With that, Shane’s hand runs roughly from my neck, down the line of my back all the way to the base of my spine. His hand slaps onto my right ass cheek, gripping so intensely that I can feel the heat growing rapidly beneath his fingertips.
I feel an overwhelming surge of energy and violently bite the pillow below me in an attempt to let go. But Shane will have no part of this. He wants to make this sensation grow even stronger in me.
He leans over and begins sucking on my side, all the while still pummeling my tender pussy. Goosebumps crawl over my body and I feel my tits grow hard just before his hand makes its way up to squeeze a nipple. His left hand remains, titillating my clit, and I cry out with ecstasy.
“Oooooh, Daddy, yes!”
The pressure inside builds, and just as I explode, Shane pulls out and begins to pump warm liquid down the small of my back. He roars mightily, spraying my back and bottom with his come as I pulse and shiver, my pussy clenching with delight. The feeling of his semen dripping between my legs causes me to quiver as my hips fall out of his grip and back down to the mattress once more.
“Oohhhh!” I wail, momentarily unable to see as my vision goes dark. “Fuck!”
He growls again, still spraying me with his sperm. But after it’s done, I feel him collapse on the bed next to me, that massive form hard and panting with exertion. Strangely, his hand is gentle as he tucks a curl behind me ear.
“Lucy, you’re amazing,” he whispers, looking deep into my eyes. And with that, my heart swoops and then falls as I smile at this man who means so much to me.
6
Lucy
I’m lying in my dorm bed with the light of the morning sun gently enveloping me, its rays tinting my white comforter in a hazy shade of pink. Its early, but I’m wide awake.
I snuck in during the early hours this morning. I can’t begin to tell you how grateful I am for PM cold and flu medicine, and the abundance of it Rose must have downed last night. She didn’t even stir as I stumbled around the room at five a.m. trying to get out of my heels and cocktail dress and into an oversized t-shirt.
I’m tired, but too excited to sleep. I’m still riding the shock wave from what happened last night. Oh my god, did I really make love for the first time? And with Shane Reed, my dad’s best friend of all people?
But it was wonderful, and I squeeze my thighs together to ease the slight ache there. He was so masterful, commanding, and possessive, and I can’t believe the words and cries that I let out. I swear, I remember begging him to pound me, and to make me his. My cheeks flush. How will I look him in the eye again?
Now, I’m not even sure that I want to tell Rose about what happened. Of course, she’s going to ask because he was supposed to be her client. But something about what happened last night was very precious, and I want to keep the memory to myself for a little while.
Besides, what if I tell her and Shane books another night out, requesting Rose again? Or would he request me? How would that even happen, seeing that I’m not working for the agency? I don’t think he would, but we didn’t exactly talk about what happens from here. It would crush me if I found out he got together with Rose, or any other girl from the booking agency, for that matter.
I try to keep myself from projecting too far ahead because what use is it to worry about what will happen in the future anyways? Even if this was a once in a lifetime thing and I never see Shane again, it was still an amazing night. And I would do it all over again, given the chance.
Rose doesn’t show any signs of life until almost nine a.m. I still haven’t slept a wink by the time she finally swings her legs over the side of her bed to start the day before opening her mouth in a huge yawn.
“Good morning,” I say in a hushed tone across the room to her. She lazily rubs her eyes.
“What are you doing up so early, Luce? Didn’t you have a hot date last night?” she jokes.
Rose tries to stand up but topples over, landing right back where she started. Clearly, the cold medicine hasn’t completely worn off yet.
I ignore the indirect inquiry about last night for the time being.
“How are you feeling?” I ask judiciously. She opens her mouth in another massive yawn again.