Page 45 of Daddy Erik
“Oh fuck, Claire!” I swear as I grasp onto her thighs, keeping her from moving too much as I lose myself in our connection.
My hips move back and forth at a relentless pace; there is no stopping me now. The sounds of us making love flood the room. My heavy thrusts slam up against her clit, causing the wet slurping of my flesh to smack into her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her squeals and whimpers echo between us, accompanied by my erratic breathing.
I feel like I could break every time we move like this together.
I grunt, "You feel so good," as I delve deeper and deeper into her, my rock-hard cock rubbing against her tender spot.
She shifts ever so slightly, giving my cock more room to move faster and deeper. I love how her pussy clenches around me, sending delicious shocks of pleasure through me.
There is pressure building inside of me as my seed feels like it’s going to burst free.
“Erik, I’m close.”
I don’t hesitate. If anything, my hips thrust into hers harder, faster. Suddenly her pussy tightly seals around me, capturing me in a warm embrace as she orgasms. She shouts, and her entire body trembles from the pleasurable overload.
Seconds later, I orgasm too, my cock pulsing inside her pussy as I grunt loudly, releasing my warm semen into the condom. I hide my face in the valley of her neck, my hot breath causing trails of goose bumps to form across her skin.
We remain there for several minutes basking in our afterglow, chests rising and falling with every heartbeat. Eventually, I withdraw from her, tossing the condom into the small wastebasket next to our bed and curling up next to her.
One hand slinks under her while the other one rests on her lower abdomen. I notice her bright gaze staring up at me. She smirks. “That was…”
"Amazing," I say proudly.
“A dream.” She blushes, and I feel half triumphant, half proud.
“Being with you is the most incredible fucking dream.” I say softly into her ear, sucking and nipping at her earlobe. Repeating my actions, I trail kisses down her jaw, peppering them softly.
CLAIRE
My body feels like warm candle wax, melted, reshaped, held together by his hands. The storm outside becomes a lullaby as he wraps the blanket around me, stroking slow circles between my shoulder blades.
“I like the sounds of the storm outside,” I murmur.
“I do too, little one,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek. “This time with you is one of my favorite moments we share.”
I sigh into him. The room smells like milk, sex, and skin.
“Stay with me today,” I whisper.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He presses a kiss to my temple, gentle, grounding, and devastating. I fall asleep against his chest.
I'm unsure how long I sleep, but when I wake, he isn't next to me in bed. He’s at the window, still and focused. He appears predatory in a way that should frighten me, yet all I sense is security.
“What is it?” I ask.
He doesn’t turn fully. “Truck across the street. The truck is the same one from last week.”
Cold crawls up my spine. “Maintenance?”
“No.” His tone leaves no room for hope.
“Someone’s watching?”
“Someone’s trying.”
He snaps a photo, and I hear him texting; I assume it's the brothers. Erik pockets the phone and finally looks at me. The storm outside is nothing compared to the one in his eyes.
