Baby Daddy(7)

And in between those V-muscles was his cock, which jutted out between the two of us like a challenge waiting to be accepted. Without laying down, it was going to be a feat to get his full length inside me – it had been six freaking months. But as our eyes met one last time, I knew that we’re going to have fun trying to make this work. Our lips met gently one last as his arms lifted me even higher, shifting so he could rest his cock against my entrance. The second our two bodies met, there was a spark that slammed between us.

Our bodies did the rest, and I leaned back against the wall as he ground into me. There was a split second of a pinching, pressure, and then the release that came after the breach. His cock was hot, so hot, inside me that I felt the tension melt away quickly. We both moaned loudly and rested against each other, and I wiggled my hips a bit to try and accommodate more of his length.

“I don’t think I can fit all of you,” I whispered in his ear, squirming in a most unladylike way. He groaned like he was trying to drown out my words and his body bucked into me, making it known that Wyatt was barely holding the leash. I gasped as more of him slid into me and he leaned back to stare at me. Our eyes met and locked as he used his arm strength to move my body up and down on his cock, the angle just right for grinding against the bundle of nerves at the top of my sex.

I felt my body tense as we continued to stare at each other, the moment so intimate that I was taken aback. The thought of people downstairs, wondering where we were, flickered briefly into my mind but was immediately drowned out with another slide down Wyatt’s dick. My legs wanted to spread wider to accommodate more of him and, as if he sensed this, Wyatt thrusted hard into me, taking my breath away.

His cock hit that bundle of nerves and, coupled with the bite of his thrust, it was enough to trigger a most unexpected climax. I tensed, clenched my teeth, and braced my hands around his face.

“Wyatt, I’m going to come,” I panted, staring at him as I felt the tingle work its way up through the small of my back, through my arms, and back down to my clit. That spurred him on and he bucked harder against me, friction meeting my clit. He continued to pound into me, slowly at first, but then faster as he felt my sex tighten around him.

Wyatt didn’t slow and I was barely holding on to his shoulder as I went weak with the sensations. His cock jerked roughly inside of me and the realization that he was going to come sent me over the edge. We climaxed together, pushing against each other in a frenzy that was both animalistic and intimate. His seed filled me, his ejaculation continuing for longer than I expected. The heat was intense, so intense, and I was thankful for it.

We collapsed against each other, me still propped up on top of his cock, braced against the wall. Wyatt moved backwards, pulling out slowly so we could both enjoy the sensations.

“Thank you,” I whispered, looking up through my lashes to meet his eyes. “That really was the best birthday present ever.” He smiled boyishly, looking shy and flattered all at once.

“If it makes you feel any better, that was the best present I’ve ever had, too,” Wyatt whispered back. We let the space between us grow quiet as he released me to let my legs touch the floor. We let the silence grow between as we scavenged for our clothes on the floor. They were crumpled like paper and my hair was just a total rat’s nest – there was no way I was getting out of this country club without everyone knowing.

Just as I was about to ask Wyatt to smuggle me out of there so no one could see the mess I’d become, there was a small knock at the door. Wyatt scrambled to hide behind the door as I jumped to unlock it and peered through the crack.

I let my breath out in a whoosh – it was just Emma and she had, graciously, come bearing gifts. A hairbrush, a new shirt, and some deodorant. “I keep these things on hand now, you know… just in case,” she explained, and I blush from head-to-toe. I still grasped her arm in silent thanks before I nearly slammed the door in her face and pulled my violet wrinkled shirt back over my head. I pulled on the new rose-toned blouse that Emma had given me and roughly brushed my hair.

All the while, Wyatt watched me silently, his eyes looking me over like he couldn’t believe we had just fucked. I couldn’t either. I dragged the deodorant under my arms and stood in the mirror to assess myself. My makeup was slightly smudged but it looked good - that sultry, “I just got fucked” look that I always tried to go for but couldn’t manage. You gotta get laid to pull that off, Tori.

“You look even more amazing than before,” Wyatt declared from his spot against the wall. “I didn’t know that was even possible, but you’re absolutely glowing.”