I loved that idea. The hem of my dress covered us both and if we were in public, no one would question us, as it seemed like I was just sitting on his lap. I whimpered, squirming on his cock, but there was nowhere else to go. I was so full and stretched out that I couldn’t stop squeezing him, trying to grind against him with his hand on my hip.
“Please Daddy, I can’t.” I tried to fuck myself on him, but he was too strong.
“You can,” he whispered, pulling me down on his length, which sent a jolt of pleasure through my entire body making tremble. “Who knew my sweet little princess liked cockwarming so much?”
“Please, please, please fuck me—”
I was going over the edge when he raised my hips and pulled me down on him, slamming his length inside me. I gasped at the full feeling and rode him myself, moving and rolling my hips as much as I could. His groans near my ear were so erotic that I could come just by hearing him, his thighs tightening and his hands squeezed my hips as he kept fucking me.
“Oh, God—”
“Iamyour God,” he growled in my ear, wrapping his hand around my throat, keeping his pace, making me explode with pleasure and hold on to him for support.
I don’t know for how long I moaned or gasped, convulsing above him, but I could feel his cock pulse before filling the latex with his cum. I whimpered, squeezing him as he rocked us through our orgasm, his lips on my neck.
“My sweet girl,” he whispered, caressing my cheek. I nuzzled into his palm, feeling raw and open. “My good girl. You did so good.”
I relished in the warmth of his kiss, his lips soft. His hands stroked over my body, soothing me from the aftershocks until I melted into him, wanting to bury my face in his chest and sleep.
James made me feel so good. Yes, he called me names during the sex, but he always took care of me. Even when I thought I didn’t need anyone to look after me, he was always there, asking me if everything was okay and praising me.
My heart pounded at such a flurry of warm emotions that I didn’t know when my eyes pricked with tears.
“Let me clean you up—Mia?Shit. Princess, are you okay?” He quickly wrapped me up in his arms, his fingers tilting my chin towards him. “Was it too much, sweet girl? Do you want to slap me, curse me?”
I sobbed more, shaking my head and clutching at his shirt. “I… I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“Oh,sweetPrincess. You’re adorable.” His hand stroked my back, his lips brushing against my forehead. “It’s okay. Cry it out. I’m here.”
“I don’t want to cry. I want it to stop.”
“It’s okay to cry, Princess,” he shushed me, petting my hair and stroking my hands and legs as I kept sobbing. “You must have felt intense sensations, so it’s natural to let it out.”
James didn’t move until my sobbing had turned to little sniffles, gently wiping tears off of my face and smiling at me with an odd emotion in his eyes.
“Are you happy?” I asked, my voice hoarse. “I’m crying and you’re smiling?”
“You’resoprecious,” he chuckled and kissed my nose. “I know I tease you, but god, you need to be protected.”
I frowned, crossing my arms.
“My sweet girl.” He nuzzled his face closer, kissing my cheek. “You wanna cry more?”
“No! And I don’t need protection, nor should I be protected.” I gave him a stern look and said, “I should be feared.”
His grin widened, making my heart stutter at such a rare sight. He looked so handsome and beautiful when he smiled so openly, his blue eyes sparkling with joy. I wanted to make him smile more. I wanted to be the reason for his happiness.
“Oh yes,” he nodded, trying to keep a straight face. “You’re very scary.”
I hid my face again. “Shuddap.”
His chest rumbled with another chuckle, making me smile against his shirt.
PARTIV
“I love you as who you are.”
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