Alina, Meet My Dad
He’s slowly slides out.
Then slowly slides in.
Slow, calculated, with purpose.
He keeps his lips on mine, his tongue inside my mouth and moves his hips in determined, unhurried thrusts. It burns so good, building it up with every passing second.
It’s so different from Jake’s fast, hurried and demanding thrusts that take more than give. Aiden is much more deliberate, and not in a bad way.
It lets me feel every moment, every inch. I’m not racing toward my orgasm, I’m living in
each moment.
He lowers me back on the bed, pulling away from my lips, but still hovering over me, close enough that I can feel his breath on my neck.
“You’re taking my cock so well, baby.” He grunts, moaning as he brings a hand to my ass,
gripping me painfully.
My breath hitches in my throat, he’s thicker than Jake, making each slow thrust a
torturous tease.
“You’re so tight,” He breathes into me.
“You’re so big,” I exhale, moaning when he gives me an extra slow, long thrust. My legs tremble, my orgasm hanging on by a thin line.
Aiden laughs, standing up straight as he continues to leisurely fuck me, like he can take all the time in the world. He looks down at me, his nostrils flaring, his jaw clenching. “Fuck, it’s taking all of my self control to not flip you over and fuck you so hard and fast you’ll be sore for days.”
I pulsed around his cock, the imaging of him thrusting into me from behind bringing my orgasm just a bit closer.
“But doing this? Slow? I feel every single part of your pussy and I want to enjoy it. I want
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to enjoy you.”
Tears prick the back of my eyes, the sentiment hitting me harder than I thought possible. It’s like, he treats this as the best part, as the reward, and not our orgasms.
Us, together, is what he’s enjoying, the feeling he’s chasing.
He cups my breast for a second, then wraps his hand around my neck, pressing his thumb into my lips. I moan, sucking his thumb as he slides out of me so slowly, I feel myself
tremble beneath him.
He looks downs, pinching my clit between his fingers. I scream, and my legs tremble even
more. “Aiden, I–I think I’m coming.”
He grunts, sliding inside, circling my clit with his fingers. “I know, baby. I can feel it, your sucking me in.“D
His words set me on fire, and he pinches my clit again. My back arches as that ring of burning pleasure ignites from between my legs and expands through me. It happens slow, like a fuse being ignited.
My blood heats, my nerves spike and I shut my eyes tight, my body convulsing as it explodes through me. Aiden comes, filling the condom inside me as he throws his head back and keeps himself seated inside me.
My body relaxes, my chest falling and rising as I try to catch my breath. Tremors still attack me, my legs and arms flinching when he pulls out.
He stands over me, panting, grimacing while he removes his condom. He ties it and throws it to wastebasket, returning his attention to me with those glistening, beautiful amber eyes of his.
God, that was amazing.
He kneels on the floor and I frown, lifting myself to my elbows to watch him. He grabs my thigh, holding me open as he spreads my lower lips apart.
“You’re clit is pulsing.”
I moan, suddenly ready for more.
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He kisses it, gently, softly and I moan throwing my head back. “You were amazing, Alina. Perfect.” He whispers against the skin of my thigh.
He gets up and lays beside me on the bed, pulling me to him before he runs his hands through my hair. His lips meet mine and I force my tongue between his lips, taking control. My fingers wrap around the back of his neck, burying themselves in the soft curls of his waves.
We pull away, pressing our foreheads together as we try to catch our breath.
We lay like that for a few minutes, silence covering as. Aiden grabs my leg, throwing over his waist an he slowly caresses the curve of my lower back.
I lift my head to look at him directly, playing with the ends of his hair. “When did you start playing basketball?”
He presses a kiss to the top of my nose. “My dad bought me a little hoop the moment I learned to walk.”
The thought makes me smile. “I know you said you want to go to college, but have you ever thought about just playing basketball?
He snorts. “I am not good enough for the NBA. Hell, I doubt I’ll even get a scholarship offer.”
“I don’t know. I hear you’re really good.”
He smirks. “Will you come to my games now?”
My heart hammers in my chest. “Do you want me to?”
He kisses neck, up my jaw and then my lips, tightening his arms around my waist. “Yes.”
“Then, yes. I’ll go to your games.”
He sighs, burying his face in my neck. “You need to go home, don’t you?”
I nod, running my nails down his back. “Yes. It’s late and we have school tomorrow.”
We reluctantly get up and change, my dress now wrinkly from where it was bunched up on the floor. I have to practically force him to give me my underwear back and then we
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make our way back down the stairs, hands intertwined and giggling from the euphoria running through our veins.
We hear someone in the kitchen and Aiden smiles down at me, “Let me introduce you to my dad.”
“Now? Are you serious Aiden, I look like we just-”
“Like we just had sex?” He teases, winking at me.
I slap him in the arm playfully, trying to hold back my smile. “Yes, exactly!”
At this point my hair is messed up, my dress wrinkly and my make up is faded from all the
sweat.
“Oh come on, my dad isn’t a prude. He’ll be fine.”
I turn red, not sure if I will be fine but I sigh. “Fine.”
We walk closer to the kitchen, our steps echoing across the living room.
“Aiden is that you?”
That voice.
No, it can’t be. I feel like the ground has been ripped from beneath me. My breath sticks in my throat and my heart hammers in my chest so fast, I can hear the blood rushing
through my ears.
“Yeah it’s me,” Aiden responds, pulling me with him around the corner.
My chest heaves and I want to pull back, I want to turn around and run but what would I tell Aiden? My hands turn sweaty and
I look up to Aiden, who seems oblivious to my inner turmoil and I keep walking with him. My steps are heavy, my heart pounding in my chest.
When we turn the corner, I see him. Standing in the kitchen, making himself what looks like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
The man I thought I would never see again.
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Jake.
