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Click here"I need you," she simply stated. "I need you to take me."
Making my cock shiny with lube, I placed it at her pussy. She felt the heat from the spongy head as I slowly pressed forward. It was just a moment before I entered the tightest pussy ever. Her cunt was swallowing me as I continued to thrust forward slowly.
"It's been so long," she said, "go slowly."
Slowly I went deeper and deeper. Slowly she sucked me into her body as we became one. I was already seeing stars as her pussy gripped me. Then, I was in her deep. My balls resting against her ass as I bent down to kiss her. Her mouth moving, but no sound coming out. Hands gripping and releasing the sheets and gripping again.
I began to move my hips slowly. Slowly moving in her. Then a bit faster. Going deeper and deeper it seemed. Then it was long slow strokes and almost leaving her pussy's embrace. Slowly. In control. Making love to her. But, that couldn't go on for long. I needed to fuck her hard.
Faster I moved. Her legs wrapped around me locking me as my hips began to pummel her. Pounding into her. My need growing with each thrust. Changing the angle as I lifted her hips up, my cock began stroking her g-spot sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her head thrashing. Mouth drooling. Giving into me.
"Fuck me you bastard," she screamed. "Take me."
"You are mine," I panted. "Mine. My woman. Baby. Girl. Slut" And, with each word I thrusted into her again and again showing no mercy.
Her pussy clenched around my cock as Jeri screamed. Cumming and shooting on my chest, As she clenched and released, I began to explode into her body. Seeding her. Coating her pussy with my seed. Thrusting in hard and wanting her...needing her.
"Bitch," I panted.
"Your bitch for life," she responded.
As my explosions slowed, I lowered myself on her slowly. My weight on her, she moaned as my lips found hers for a gentle kiss.
"My woman," I whispered into her ear.
"Yessssss," she hissed.
After a moment, I rolled over leaving her pussy, and held her close. Both of us lost in feeling and in trembling. Slowly we both came back to Earth. Kissing her hair gently as my arms were wrapped around her.
"I love you, Daddy." I could almost feel her smile as she whispered those words.
"And, I love you, Sweet Baby."
*****
Will there be more? You tell me, please. Comments welcome.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoI adore your stories! Being somewhat of a romantic I love how the relationships develop and progress. Thank you for such pleasure. :)
Apeloffalmost 3 years agoLoved everything but the daddy part... I know its just a personal preference and some people are in to it just not me, but good job overall!
Anonymousover 3 years agoAbsolutely love this story. So beautiful and passionate. Since Alex controls Jeri’s pleasure, maybe jeri wears chastity in the future?
IcelandSparalmost 5 years agoAn inspiration to writers and a pleasure for readers ... a loving story about two people, couldn't ask for more.
Happyman47about 5 years agoThis is one of the best stories I have ever read on this site. Like someone else said no forced sissy just a love affair. I agree, why Daddy you can have a man and women relationship. I love when a man calls a guys rose bud his pussy and his little dick a clitty.I hope you will write a few more chapters.
Anonymousalmost 6 years agoI have loved read this delightful story from front to back but , seeing that everyone else has asked please do find the time to treat us by continuing your telling of this story of love .
hugs
Kathryn. xxx
mumblegooseeggalmost 6 years agoI'm a sucker (you decide whether the pun is intended) for a romantic story, no dominance/submission, no S/M, just plain old love with genderqueer sex added. A couple of minor quibbles: Alex's realization that Jeremy loved him could have ben less of a deus ex machina as engineered by Ann; and I agree that Jeri calling Alex Daddy is more appropriate in a stroke story with a substantial age difference. Third, the name of Sam's landscaping business should not include the word "International." Nor should there be any allusion to expanding abroad. The product is strictly local -- a landscaped yard is radically different in Montana, the Midwest, Florida and Arizona, not to mention Dubai, Switzerland, and the Netherlands. Even the business models are different: think of the largely immigrant, antifeminist workforce in the US, the legal immigrant workforce and internal religious tensions in the Emirates, and the overeducated, overexpectant, sexually mixed milieu in Scandinavia.
This may seem like mere detail, but it is one of my favorite peeves as an "alien" (but legal) resident in the US that the words international, multinational, overseas and foreign denote only negligible differences, and that there is only one possible economic model, the American one. (I have lived in four countries on three continents, so I have some actual experience with this.)
End of vent. It did not in the least take away an iota of the pleasure I had in reading your story. So if there is another chapter -- or you stop this story here -- I will await the next product of your literary gift with justified (I hope) anticipation.
Oh, and let me not forget: 5 stars. Easily.
