Zander
I feellike I’m taking a giant step forward as I lead Ali through the front door of my house and close it behind her. I can picture myself doing this over and over for the rest of my life, and that just warms me right to the core.
My company was the most important thing in my life until I met her, but no longer. Ali has surpassed that by far. I will give her anything she desires, protect her and do anything to make her happy.
Just watching her as she steps inside, gazes up at the foyer of my home, jaw dropped in awe, I can’t help but feel like this the greatest moment of my life. The moment all my accomplishments finally came together, when I could show off this big, lavish, expensive house not to a bunch of guys or business associates or girls I don’t care about who just want me for my money—but to a girl who I actually like and actually likes me for me.
I know that she appreciates it for more than just a symbol of wealth and status, but for what it represents. For all the hard work that it took for me to get it, to get here, and what it says about my character and who I am.
I watch her as she circles the foyer, looking at my paintings and the single large sculpted vase I have on the table in the center of the room that I purchased from an up-and-coming artist a couple years ago. After about a minute, she turns to me and casually shrugs.
“Not bad.” I hold her gaze for a moment, then we both laugh. I rush in, and still covered in dust and grime from today’s job, snatch her up in my arms. She squeals and giggles as I throw her over my shoulder. “Eee! You’re filthy!”
Laughing, I pull her pants and panties down, exposing her perfect ass, and spank her as I carry her up the stairs to the master bedroom.
“I thought you liked me because I was dirty, baby?”
“Mmm, you’re so bad, Daddy,” she giggles as I spank her again, leaving a dirty handprint on her ass cheek, her pants bunched up around her ankles. She squeals and wriggles, pretending to fight against my grip around her waist as we enter the bathroom. Still holding on to her, I reach into the shower and turn on the hot water.
It bursts on full blast and drenches us both. Ali screams in both shock and delight.
“I still have my clothes on!” she shrieks.
“Well, let’s take care of that,” I chuckle as I set her down on the shower floor beneath me and begin to strip her down the rest of the way, pulling her shirt up over her head to reveal her perfect breasts and incredible flat stomach.
I lean down and kiss her just above the belly button.
“Oh God,” she moans as her body stiffens. I reach below her and cup her ass as the water pours down on us. The wetness of her skin somehow makes everything even more sexy. All I want to do is run my hands over every inch of her body.
I kiss my way up until I reach her breasts, then close my lips around both of her nipples. She gasps. My name falls from her mouth like a leaf falling gracefully on the autumn wind. With one hand, I peel her shirt completely off and toss it aside, then rise up and begin undressing myself.
I can’t take my eyes off her as I do.
She’s an absolute vision of beauty. Her sexiness has no equal. If I wasn’t wearing jeans, I’m absolutely sure my cock would have torn through my pants by now, that’s how hard I am.
“I can’t believe some other guy hasn’t snatched you up by now,” I tell her as I climb on top of her gorgeous body.
She bites her lip and looks up at me with eyes that could bring any man to his knees.
“Maybe they’ve tried,” she responds. “Maybe I was just waiting for you, Daddy.”
This girl will either be the end of me, either that or the beginning of something new and incredibly beautiful.
I part her pussy with the tip of my cock. Her mouth opens, and she gasps.
“I like that, baby. I like that a lot.”
I snare her lips with mine as I enter her, not going slowly this time, but giving her every thick inch with pleasure and taking her like she’s mine to take now that she’s my woman and she belongs to me.
The rapture that encapsulates us both as I begin to pump inside her is impossible to describe. I capture her with my arms and hold her tight, feel her breasts on my chest, the soft skin of her body against mine, the pounding of her heart beating back against me as I fuck her.
The water from the shower pours down on us both like our own little personal rainstorm, cleaning us both as we get dirty together.
“You feel so fucking good,” I whisper into her ear.
“You fuck me so good,” she moans back, her voice a staccato rhythm time with my pumps.
“Still unprotected,” I remind her, feeling her smooth, slick, soaking walls. “You’re so bad.”