“FUCK!” is my surprised cry. “Holy shit!”
The curvy girl merely moans, her bottom hole clutching me with pleasure.
“Yes, give it to me,” she pants. “Fill my ass full of your seed.”
With that, I spray her with everything I have. My balls pump and pump, dumping gallons into the curvy girl’s body. There’s so much that it literally drips out from where we’re joined, coating her thighs and leaking from her secret spot. Meanwhile, Rose begins to come too. Her juices thicken, and her legs tighten around me, those thick thighs trembling. Then she throws her head back and lets out a breathless cry, her voice intertwining with my own.
“Oh Mr. Pratt!” she mewls. “Oh yes! Yes, more!”
With that, it’s all over. I come a second time, dumping a bonus load into the beautiful woman. It’s surprising because that’s never happened before. I’ve had mind-blowing, passionate rolls in the hay, but this is next level, and Rose has taken me by surprise. I’ve more than met my match; I’ve met a woman who is my superior, and I am hers for the taking.
7
Rose
It’s been two months since I propositioned Damon. While we haven’t moved forward in terms of getting Saucy Nights off the ground, at least not as of yet, we have in fact moved forward in terms of our relationship, and it’s been wonderful. I’ve been thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. Damon is kind, charming, and funny, and he’s helped to pull me out of my funk the last couple of months. I always feel happy when I’m around him, and it’s almost as if anything that I used to see as a problem just slips away when I’m with him. The alpha male is good at that kind of thing, and always puts things in perspective.
Plus, to my surprise, Damon is a secret romantic. He loves bringing me flowers, giving me gifts and treating me like a princess. Of course, there isn’t much PDA, but in private, he’s very affectionate and always seems to be touching me somewhere on my body. I love it, and it feels like we’ve been together forever.
However, we have been keeping our relationship private. It isn’t that we mind the age gap or anything; we’re both quite comfortable with the situation. We just want to be completely sure this thing is going to last before coming out to Lucy.
In truth, we are both feeling a bit nervous about filling in his daughter on our clandestine affair. She would probably be supportive because let’s be honest: she’s married to Damon’s best friend, and Shane’s a good two decades older than her. It’s just the shock of knowing that your dad is dating your best friend. Would Luce be okay with that? I certainly hope so.
But despite what his daughter may or may not think, we certainly do not want to give up each other either. This may be new, but it feels right. I’m not sure where we’re going with this long-term, but right now, I want to enjoy my time with him. And tonight, I’ll be doing just that because Damon’s taking me to an art museum downtown. He got the idea when he came to my apartment a few weeks back and noticed an art history book sitting bookmarked on the coffee table. He asked me about it, and I went straight off the deep end. I just couldn’t stop talking! I got so carried away because art and history are my two favorite subjects in the world.
Of course, Damon, being the romantic that he is, went home that night and bought us passes to the local art museum. He chose this weekend because of the feature exhibition: Art Through the Ages. I’m really looking forward to it because the exhibit promises to be a comprehensive survey of how art and artists have metamorphosed, changed, and even expanded since prehistoric days to the modern age. It’s going to be amazing.
When we depart from his penthouse, his arm goes around my waist.
“Aren’t you afraid of people seeing us?” I ask wryly.
He bends to kiss the tip of my nose.
“Actually, no, not at all. I love being with you, honey, and I don’t care who sees.”
I pull away for a moment, with a startled smile.
“Even if it’s Lucy?”
“Okay, maybe not my daughter,” he acknowledges with a laugh. “But she will have to find out sooner or later. We can’t keep this under wraps forever.”
I nod and smile, but inside, my heart’s beating like a drum. Holy smokes, I’m walking down the streets of New York with Damon Pratt’s strong arm around my waist! Everyone can see we’re together!
But my lover doesn’t seem to mind. When we get to the museum, he hands the usher our tickets and then pats me on the bottom playfully.
“Go to it, sweetheart. I know how much you’ve been looking forward to this.”