“Okay.”
Reluctant to not be holding her any longer but also buzzing with the idea that he could have his cock sunk inside Plum’s deliciously slick, hot cunt in mere moments, Gideon planted a quick kiss on her forehead and then rolled to the side. He used Plum’s hips to flip her from her back to her tummy.
He set a hand between her shoulder blades and then urged her, “Face and chest still on the bed, on your knees with your sore bottom in the air.”
Plum whimpered, rubbed her face into the mussed covers as she got into position.
“That’s right, darling. Show off that thoroughly spanked and nicely caned ass. Your backside is the nicest deep pink.”
He pinched and kneaded at her no doubt sore and throbbing flesh and loved the way she cried out but still pushed her hips back toward him. Lovely girl. He couldn’t bear it anymore, he had to be inside her.
There were condoms in the top drawer of his nightstand and he tore one off the end of the strip, sheathing himself before getting his hands back on her delectable bottom. Firmly anchoring her hips with one hand, he pushed first one finger into her pussy and then two.
Warm, wet, tight, she was everything. He worked her pussy for a few minutes, experimenting with different angles, pressure, speeds, figuring out what she liked, what made his plum blossom pant and moan and beg.
When he had her well and truly worked up, he notched the head of his cock at her entrance.
“Now just relax, little girl. Daddy’s going to push his cock into your pussy and make you feel really good. You tell me if it hurts or if there’s anything you need.”
“Yes, Daddy,” came her quiet, desperate response that sounded almost like a plea.Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy.Those were some of his favorite words in the English language.
Gideon breached her entrance with the head of his cock and his eyes rolled back in his head. She was better than he could’ve imagined, even knowing how perfectly her pussy had held his fingers. It was still a carnal pleasure that surprised him every time to join with a woman this way.
He pressed farther and then pulled back, again and again until he was fully seated inside her, and then began to fuck into her with slow, measured thrusts.
Plum mewled beneath him and he rubbed a hand over her flank, her hip, her abraded buttocks.
“What’s the matter, darling?”
“More, Daddy, please. I need more. Harder. Faster. Please!”
“Oh, you can’t come like this, hmm? Slow, tender love-making?”
She shook her head as well as she could with her face pressed to the mattress, her aubergine hair spread out across the white linens. “No, Daddy, never.”
Interesting. He could get off from gentler attentions as long as it was still kinky as fuck, but it appeared his plum blossom could not. Good to know—a lovely way to torment her but some other time because he was growing short on patience.
“Give me your hands, love,” he instructed and she reached back. He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and she did the same, and then he tugged back while burying himself deep inside her.
“Is your neck okay like this?”
“Mmm, yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy. Fuck me please, I need it so bad.”
He wouldn’t deny either of them any longer.
Gideon gripped her forearms and pulled his hips back before slamming back into her cunt. Plum cried out but it didn’t sound like pain and she didn’t say red so he did it again. And again. And again, building up to a brutal rhythm that had sweat rolling down his back and his balls slapping against her. Could she feel it on her clit?
Each thrust was punctuated by the most gorgeous noise forced from between her lips, as though she had no choice but to make the short, sharp, desperate sounds.
It was getting harder and harder to hold out, but he wanted her to come like this, wanted to give her satisfaction, wanted to feel her internal muscles pulse around him and milk his climax from his cock. So he pistoned his hips as hard as he could and ground between his teeth, “Come on, little girl. Come for Daddy. Come for me while I fuck your sweet pussy.”
Apparently that was what it took to send Plum over the edge. Her cunt clamped around his thick, hard length and he was gone, done in. The pressure that had been building at the base of his spine exploded and his balls tightened so hard it hurt and then he was spilling into her. Spurt after spurt of come shooting into the condom so hard he was surprised it didn’t break.
When he’d spent himself fully and Plum was down to a small shudder accompanied by a weak pulse of widely spaced aftershocks, he withdrew and stripped off the condom, gathered her up and rolled her on top of him holding her tight against him and drawing the coverlet over the both of them. Wouldn’t do to have his darling get chilled.
He wanted to hold her forever, but he’d settle for until she had to go. When would he get to see her again? Would he have to wait until his weekly visit to her café? Thursdays would never be the same again.