I hold his cock with my uninjured hand, positioning myself over him, and then sink down. We groan in unison as his cock fills my pussy. I’ve never been on top before. It feels different, in a good way, being able to see his face so clearly while he’s inside me. His eyes grow heavy-lidded with desire, as his hands squeeze and massage my thighs.
“You look so fucking beautiful up there, Baby Bird. I love you so much.”
I smile at him, raise my hips, and then glide back down. He moans, jerking his hips and thrusting up inside me.
“I love you, too, Daddy.” I pepper his face and neck with kisses while I hold him deep inside me. A short while later, his hands find my hips, encouraging them to buck.
I moan as he guides me up and down on his impossibly hard length.
“Fuck, baby, I love watching your tits bounce.” He cups my breasts, gently pinching my nipples, as they bounce with every rise and fall of my hips. “Every inch of your body is precious and perfect and mine.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan as he fucks me harder, bracing my hand on his chest. “I’m all yours, and you’re mine... Mine, mine, mine...” The words spill out of me as my head spins, caught up in a storm of pleasure.
“I am yours, Baby Bird,” he growls, gripping my hips in a way that will probably leave delicious marks tomorrow. “Now and forever.”
His abdomen tenses the way it always does right before he comes. I start to move faster.
“Yes, Daddy. Please stay mine. Now...and...for—oh!”
With a final grunt, he slams my hips down, pinning me to his pelvis as his stomach muscles twitch and his cock throbs. Knowing he’s coming inside me, that it was my pussy that pushed Ben over the brink, sets off a brilliant Fourth of July firework display behind my eyelids.
I collapse onto Ben’s chest, boneless and immovable. We come down from our orgasms together, trembling in each other’s arms as we pet and stroke every stretch of skin we can reach. Ben threads his fingers through my hair, brushing his lips against my forehead.
“I can’t believe we get to do that every day for the rest of our lives,” I say quietly. “How did I get so lucky?”
Ben drapes the blanket over us and then wraps his arms around me. Just as I’m teetering on the edge of sleep, Ben whispers, “I’m the lucky one, Baby Bird.”