“Tell Daddy what you need.”
“You. I need you.”
He slips two fingers inside of me, and I clench around him. This feels better, but it’s still not what I need. He still manages to bring me higher and higher until I’m close to shattering.
“Please fuck me, Daddy. Please. Please!”
I don’t even know what I’m saying. All I know is I need a release and I’m certain his cock is the only thing that will give me what I’m seeking.
“Just the tip,” he growls in my ear. “I need to feel your pussy, baby.”
I nod. “Yes!”
In the back of my mind, I know I’m playing a dangerous game, but I can’t bring myself to care. Not when he pulls his fingers from my pussy and lines his cock at my opening. It’s so thick that it scares me, but all thoughts flee when he slips the tip in. Holy shit. I feel fuller than I did when he had his fingers inside of me.
“Oh god,” I moan.
“Not God. Just your Daddy.” He nuzzles my neck. “I want to go in some more. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes.” My voice is full of need, but I don’t care.
He pulls back and I want to cry. No! But then he rocks his hips, sliding into me more than he did before. My pussy clenches around him and we both make sounds of pleasure.
“Do that again, little girl.”
I do, and he rubs my clit at the same time. Without thinking, I rock against him, pulling him a bit deeper inside of me. He stretches me in a way that I’ve never been stretched before, and it feels so good. Goosebumps break out across my skin when he sucks on my neck on a spot that has me rushing toward my orgasm.
“Henri,” I moan as I shatter.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says as he pulls back.
I’m too caught up in my orgasm to care as he flips me, so I’m lying on the couch. He spreads my legs and then holds his cock in his hand. For a moment, I pray he’s going to enter me fully, but he doesn’t. Instead, he jerks himself off, grunting as he finds his own pleasure. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and my own body responds. Leaning forward, he pushes the tip of his cock inside of me as he comes. I can feel his hot cum painting my pussy, and I clench around him, wanting to savor the moment. Our mouths meet in a frenzied kiss as I shatter again. I love the feeling of his weight on top of me and wish that we had fucked for real.
He kisses me and says, “Dove Potts, you’re in danger.”
My pulse skitters. “Danger?”
“Yes. You’re in danger of having me at your mercy.”
A wide smile spreads across my face. “The feeling is mutual, Professor.”
“Good.” He brushes my hair from my face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No. I liked everything that happened. A lot.”
He smiles, and it takes my breath away. “Now that’s something every man loves hearing. For the record, I liked everything, too.”
I moisten my lips. “I, uh, hope there will be a next time.”
“Oh, there most certainly will be.” He reaches between us, rubbing my sensitive clit. “I need to be inside of you the next time I cum.”
“I want that, too.”
We smile at each other. This is the first time that I’ve ever felt at ease with a man like this and it’s nice. No, nice isn’t the right word. He makes me feel so many things that it’s hard to put them into words. But I like it. I like it a lot. His gaze goes to my lips, and my entire body tingles as I guess his train of thought. He kisses me slowly, teasing my tongue with his. I never knew kissing could be so erotic. With Kyle, it felt like a chore. With Henri, it feels like a gift.
His cock is semihard and gets harder as we kiss. I can still feel his cum dripping out of me, and I must be greedy because I already want more. Just as I’m about to suggest moving to his bed, the alarm on my phone goes off. We both groan, though this time it’s for a different reason.
“I need to go, or I’ll be late picking up my brother and sister.”