“Why me?”
I gave him a sheepish smile. “The pecs?”
He laughed.
I turned more serious. “You have a great body, Dylan, but it’s your kindness I like. You don’t know how hot an attentive dad who dotes on his daughter is.”
“So, not the pecs.”
“It’s the whole package.” I wanted to tell him he sold himself short if he thought he wasn’t worthy, but I didn’t think he’d hear it. “And, at least now, I’ve seen it all. I’ll be able to imagine the real deal when I’m alone at night … you know.”
A flash of heat crackled in his eyes. “What do you think about when you touch yourself, Tessa?”
My cheeks heated. It was so odd that he was laying over me naked, saying he wasn’t going to take my V-card, and yet was asking me how I got off.
“You. What do you think about?”
His gaze drifted to my lips. “You sucking my dick.”
My pussy, which had gone quiet when he put the brakes on, flared to life.
“Me taking you from behind. You riding me. There’s no limit to my imagination when it comes to jerking off with you in mind.”
I swallowed. “Do you think now you’ll have new ideas?”
“Now I know for sure you have perfect tits. I’ll imagine fucking them.”
I gasped as a new flood of arousal swept through me. I looked up into his eyes, wondering why he couldn’t just let himself have me for real.
He cocked his head. “I don’t want to imagine, Tessa.” His voice was soft as he shifted his hips and his dick found my entrance. “God help me, I want the real thing. I want you.”
I put my hands on his hips, holding him in place. “I’m right here, Dylan.”
He lowered his head and kissed me. It was sweet and tender at first, but quickly heated up as he pressed the head of his dick inside me again. I arched, wanting him to fill me. No more teasing; I wanted it all.
He tore his mouth away and looked down on me. “This might hurt.”
Not any more than the humiliation of him stopping. “I want this.”
He nodded and then dropped his head looking down at our joined bodies as he withdrew a little bit. Then he looked into my eyes again.
“Tell me again … tell me to fuck you.”
It was odd to hear clean-mouthed dad Dylan use the f-word and talk dirty, but it was a turn on too.
“Fuck me, Dyl—”
He thrust in, blasting past my barrier.
I gasped at the sharp stab of pain. “Oh!”
He stilled. I gripped him, feeling him inside me. He was so large, I felt like he filled every inch of me.
“You okay?” His voice sounded strange.
“You’re so big … are all men …?”
“Rule one when fucking: Don’t talk about other men.”
I laughed and as I did, tension released and my body relaxed. I inhaled a deep breath, working to relax more.
He must have felt it, as he withdrew a little bit and then slid back in. This time when I gasped and arched, it was from pleasure.
“Yes,” I said. Yes, this was what I wanted. His dick massaged my pussy walls, giving me sensations I could only imagine before. It was amazing how good it felt.
“You like that, Tessa?” He withdrew a little more and then pushed back in. “You like me fucking you?”
“Yes.” I gripped him tight, partly to keep him from changing his mind again and partly to keep from flying off into oblivion. “Do you … like it …?”
“I fucking love it. You’re so tight … I’ve got to come …” He pushed back onto his heels again and gripped my hips. “I can’t wait.”
“No, don’t wait.” I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I wanted him to do whatever he needed to.
He licked his thumb the then rubbed it on my clit. “You’re coming with me.”
I cried out as his touch sent electrically charged sparks through my body. He began to move in and out of me while rubbing my clit, and I was in a pleasure-filled heaven. Each stroke of his dick and his thumb filled me with sensations, building and building until I thought I might explode.
“Come on, Tessa. Come on my dick … take me to heaven.”
I was panting and my pussy was pulsing with need. “Oh God.” I’d given myself orgasms before, but I’d never felt this keyed up, this coiled with pressure.
He groaned. “Fuck … I’m coming.” He gripped my hips with both hands and started pounding in and out. The friction was so good—better than I’d ever imagined. He plunged in, hitting my clit, and in a white-hot flash, I was coming. A shock wave of pleasure blasted through my body.
“Yes … fuck, yes …” he said, as he withdrew and thrust in again and again. Pleasure rocked through me, wave after wave. Just when I thought I might be done, he’d plunge in, grind against me, and I was soaring again.
Finally, he released my hips and settled back on his heels, his breath harsh. “Are you okay?”
I nodded because words escaped me. I was more than okay. That was amazing. I wondered how long we needed to wait before we could do it again. I looked to him, wanting to ask him, but the words caught in my throat. His eyes shone with regret.
He reached between us as he withdrew, holding the end of the condom until he was out of me. “I need to take care of this.”
I could only nod again. Was he really going to spoil this for me again? I watched as he disappeared up the hall. I heard the bathroom door close. I let out a frustrated growl. What the hell? He was right, he did
