by NJ Cole
The fact that she’s on birth control?
Again ignoring the voice, I paid my bill and went to wait in the lobby near the ladies room. To my surprise, Elise and Gigi came out and walked over to me. I didn’t like the idea that they had been in there with Mackenzie.
“Well, Daddy,” Elise purred. “We offered your toy the opportunity to share you with us tonight, and she declined. That’s up to you, though…isn’t it, Daddy?” She rubbed her hand on my cock and it went soft instantly.
“What the hell did you say to her?” I seethed.
“Nothing,” Gigi whined, running her hand up my sleeve. “We just asked her who she worked for and offered to join her. So what do you say?” Her words made my blood boil.
Brushing their hands off of me, I headed for the women’s bathroom, already knowing it was bad.
I knocked on the door. “Kenzie?” I called out softly after opening it a crack. There was no answer, and I began to wonder if she’d already left and gone to the room. When I heard a sniffing sound, my heart sank. Fuck, she was crying.
Ya think? She was just called a whore by two whores.
I really didn’t need shit from my conscience right now. “Kenzie?” I called out again, opening the door wider. I walked in slowly, making sure not to startle any other women in the room, but she was alone.
My heart broke at the sight before me. She was sitting on a couch at the far end of the room, her knees pulled up to her chest, sobbing. She was hurt, broken, and it was all my fault.
“Kenzie,” I said, sitting down next to her.
“Please, just go,” she whispered. I didn’t know what to say or do, but I was sure as hell not going to leave her crying in the bathroom. “I know you’d rather be with them. Just go.”
Rather be with them? What the hell had they told her?
“Kenzie, Babygirl, I don’t want to be with them. I want to be with you.”
She looked up at me. “But you’ve been with them right?”
I nodded, hating myself for the answer.
“Both of them?”
I nodded again.
“At the same time?”
I nodded a third time, and the look of hurt in her eyes nearly killed me.
“How am I supposed to compete with that?” she questioned, dropping her head again. “I mean…there are two of them, and they’re so beautiful, and they probably know how to do things in the bedroom that I’ve never even heard of.”
“Kenzie, please—” I tried to interrupt her but she went on.
“And it’s not just them. There are others, right?”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“Like lots of others? Like more than a dozen?”
“Yes.”
“More than two dozen?”
“Yes.”
“Do I even want to know how many women have called you Daddy?”
I had no idea myself, but I’d been fucking for almost twenty years. I’d had numerous partners each year, even with some repeats, so I knew my number was well over a hundred.
“No. You don’t want to know. I don’t even want to know. All that I do know is that everything is different. Everything changed on my birthday. Hell, that’s why I haven’t been with another woman since.”
“What?” Her head rose again.
“I uh…I haven’t been with any other women since I was with you on my birthday.”
She sniffed. “Like none?”
I couldn’t help the chuckle. “Not like none. None.”
“Why?”
And that was the question I didn’t know the answer to.
Yes you do. You know why. You’re just terrified to admit it.
Ignoring the voice, I told her what I’d been telling myself for the past seven months. “I don’t know. All that I do know is that I can’t imagine being with anyone other than you. I don’t want anyone other than you.”
“But you could have them.”
“I want you.”
“Really?”
“More than I’ve wanted anything in my life. So much it scares the shit out of me and keeps me awake at night.”
“But why?”
Just tell her. What have you got to lose?
“Everything,” I silently argued with myself.
If you lose her, you lose everything. Just tell her.
“The reason that I don’t want anyone else, and that I feel physically ill when I think of you with another man, is because…” I took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. “I love you.”
See? Was that so hard?
She just stared at me, unblinking. Had I scared her? Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.
“You love me?”
“Yes. I love you. I don’t know for how long, but I do. I am so in love with you I don’t know what to do. I have no idea what I’m doing, or where this is going—where it even can go—but I do know that I am head over heels in love with you, Mackenzie Wade.” I laid it all out on the line, waiting for her to say something…anything. Her mouth hung open as she processed what I’d said, and it seemed like an eternity had passed before she finally started to speak.
“I…”
She was interrupted by two little old ladies walking into the bathroom. “Dear me!” one of them exclaimed. “You better get out of here, you pervert, or I’ll use my taser on you!”
“I was just taking care of my wife,” I stated, picking Kenzie up and hoping not to have twenty thousand volts of electricity shot into my ass. “She’s feeling ill. I don’t recommend the fish.”
I carried her past the two women who had their mouths hanging open. Kenzie had buried her face in my chest as I carried her to the elevator.
“I’m ok, you can put me down now,” she said once the doors had closed.
“Not on your life.” She giggled, and as much as I wanted to hear what she had been about to say before Thelma and Louise came into the bathroom, I was glad that she was laughing again and we’d moved on. I tried to lighten the situation further.
“I just want you to know, the men’s room—it doesn’t have a couch. Why do you guys get a couch?”
She lifted her head. “Uh, if it had a couch, would you sit on it?”
She had a point. I couldn’t imagine, even in the cleanest of men’s rooms, going in and sitting on a couch.
When we got to the door she stiffened up. “Is something wrong?” I asked, terrified of what she was going to say.
“No, it’s just, can I have a few minutes to myself.”
I didn’t blame her. Not only had she been accosted by two whores in the ladies room, but then I’d unloaded all of my baggage by telling her that I love her.
She went into her room and I went to sit on the patio; the night air was chilly, but it felt good. I stood at the railing, admiring the view of the city. It was spectacular, yet nothing compared to Kenzie.
Why couldn’t you have said that when you saw her?
“I’ll tell her the next time I see her,” I promised myself.
If she comes out.
I was dwelling on the thought that she might never come out when I heard her open the door. Spinning around to see her, I once again found it hard to speak or breathe.
Her eye makeup was fixed, but there were remnants of a smudge, giving her the look of a woman who’d been recently fucked. Her hair, which had been pulled back for dinner, hung loosely around her shoulders. Her eyes were no longer rimmed with red, and sparkled, reflecting the lights of the city.
“You look…” again the words failed me. Maybe if all the blood hadn’t rushed from my head to my dick, I’d have been able to complete a sentence.
“Shhh. I have something I need to tell you.”
I swallowed and prepared for the worst.
“I don’t know how to say this, but I’ve wanted you for so long. I can’t even remember a time when I wasn’t attracted to you. Then last May, before your birthday, I heard about you and your preferences.”
I cringed at the word. She
took a quick breath and continued. “I used that to get to you. I just wanted to know what it felt like to have you. Just once. But that wasn’t enough. I wanted you again and again. I couldn’t seem to get enough of you.”
I knew exactly how she felt.
“You said you hadn’t been with any women besides me since your birthday. Well I haven’t been with anyone, either. I tried to go on a date, but all I could do was think of you. And that guy my dad met? He was my roommate’s ex-boyfriend and had just stopped by to get his things.”
I couldn’t help the relief that I felt hearing that. I knew I had no right, but it had been killing me to think of other men being with her in any way.
“I’m not sure when it happened—maybe it’s always been there—but I only recently realized it. I don’t know where this is going, or where it can go, but I do know one thing. I love you, too.”
I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath that entire time, but I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. She loved me. She was the first woman outside my family to ever tell me that and mean it.
“I love you,” I said again, picking her up and spinning her around. “Fuck, I love you.”
When I set her down, her body slid against mine, reminding me of how sexy she was and how much I wanted her. I needed to show her how much I loved her. I’d never made love to a woman before. Sure, I’d fucked, but I’d never made love. I was shaking with nervousness and excitement until I looked into her eyes. The love that was there made everything all right.
Holding her cheek in my hand, I brought my lips to hers. It started out slow and soft, but became more urgent with each movement of our lips and sweep of our tongues. Her hand was inside my shirt, and one of mine had slid into the back of her dress and was cupping her ass. She leaned back and moaned, giving me full access to her neck and the ample cleavage that spilled from her dress.
I kissed my way down, but as much as I wanted to tear the material from her body and ravage her right there, the wind was strong and—like I’d said earlier—my girl deserved better. I wanted to show her physically how much I loved her, with nothing between us.
“I know I told you I’ve been with lots of women, but I’ve only had sex without a condom once when I was sixteen. It was my first time.” Her eyes went wide. “And it’s okay if you don’t want to,” I continued, “but you said you were on birth control…and well…”
“Yes.”
“Yes?” I asked, my cock jumping at what I thought I just heard.
“Yes,” she giggled.
Lifting her into my arms, I carried her inside, not stopping until we’d hit my room. Laying her in the center of the bed, I took a moment to appreciate her beauty. As I kicked off my shoes, she slid to the edge of the bed and sat up. Her fingers moved to the buttons of my shirt, and though they trembled, she managed to work her way down until it was opened wide. Her breath hitched when she pushed it off my shoulders and it landed next to my shoes on the floor. I pulled my undershirt off as she switched to my belt. For a moment, I was afraid I was going to come when her knuckles brushed my stiff cock. I regretted not masturbating earlier while she was getting ready, as the thought had crossed my mind.
I stepped out of my pants when they fell to the floor and quickly peeled off my socks, leaving myself standing there in just underwear.
Her hand trailed down my chest, over my abs, and to the waistband of my boxer briefs. It was evident that I was aroused, as the tip of my cock was nearly poking out of the elastic holding them up.
Before she could remove them, I stepped away from her, and to the foot of the bed. After slipping off first one then the other sexy shoe, I pulled her to her feet so I could take off her dress. She turned around for me, and I fumbled with the complicated back. I had no idea how the hell she got it on. Finally, when I lowered the zipper, the dress fell to the floor.
Her back was to me, but she wasn’t wearing a bra. She wasn’t wearing pantyhose either. All that was left on her body was a pair of black stockings and a small piece of fabric that she called underwear. I could tell from where I stood that they were soaked. As hot as they both were, I wanted them off. I wanted it to be just us, completely bare, as we’d just bared our souls to each other.
Like her, I had no idea where this was going, but for tonight, all that I knew was that we loved each other.
Kneeling down, I removed both the stockings and then the panties. She turned to look at me, hands at her side, desire in her eyes. “You look heavenly,” I whispered, finally able to express myself; even then, the word didn’t seem to be enough. Her hands reached forward and lowered my underwear so that we were both standing there nude.
“I want you,” she said in a tone that nearly had me coming without even touching her.
“I want you, too,” I gulped, stepping closer for a kiss. The message our bodies sent to each other as our lips met, was the same message we’d been sending all day. I love you. I want you. I need you.
Now was the time to fulfill our need. Lifting her up, I placed her back on the bed and covered her body with mine. I kissed her lips and neck and then made my way down to her breast.
The warmth of her thigh pressed against my cock had me groaning. I thought again about what she’d said concerning birth control.
“Mmmmm, Max, please,” she begged.
“Are you sure?” I asked, pressing my cock against her wetness.
“Yes.”
“I love you,” I whispered, professing my love as I entered her. With one hand in her hair and the other brushing her cheek, her warmth engulfed my cock.
“I love you, too,” she sighed, running her hands down my back and settling on my ass.
It had been nearly twenty years since I’d had my dick inside a woman without a condom; I’d forgotten how good it felt. I also realized quickly why I’d come in less than two minutes when I was sixteen. The sensation was too much. I felt like I’d spent my entire life taking a shower while wearing a raincoat, and now it felt like I’d just taken it off and slid into a perfect jacuzzi.
I started to slow down, trying to adjust to the sensation, but Kenzie wanted no part of it.
“Fuck, Kenzie,” I pleaded when she dug her nails into my ass and pulled me toward her.
“Feels so good,” she moaned. “Make love to me.”
Each thrust was slow and deliberate. I whispered words of love into her ear as I entered her body over and over. “I love you. I love you.”
She returned my words, her hands gently caressing my body. She was so warm and wet; I had no idea how much the condom deadened the sensation until I was able to fully feel her heat and wetness around me. All too soon, I felt the tingling in my balls that meant my release was near. We’d only been making love for a few minutes, so I tried to slow down or think of something else.
“What’s wrong,” Kenzie moaned, and it wasn’t until then that I realized just how close she was to her orgasm, as well.
“I’m too excited…feels too good…” I said through clenched teeth, though my body was still thrusting as if on autopilot.
“Please don’t stop, I’m…I’m…” and I knew exactly what she was, because I felt her walls grab hold of my cock, a sensation I’d never felt before without a condom. It was way too much, and it sent me over the edge. With one hand still in her hair, I grabbed her hip with the other and thrust hard and deep. Burying myself as far inside of her as humanly possible, and for the first time ever, I emptied myself into a woman. And it wasn’t just any woman; it was the woman I loved.
“Kenzie,” I started to apologize for how quickly I’d come. It was embarrassing, really.
“That was so amazing,” she giggled. “I’ve um, never, uh…well that was the first time I’ve ever had sex without a condom.” I was shocked by her words. “I felt it. I felt you when you came. It was incredible.”
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.
“I’m sorry that I came so fast. It’s jus
t that you have no idea how good you feel. I’ve never come that fast in my life, but then again, I’ve never felt anything that wonderful.”
“Really?” Now it was her turn to smile from ear to ear.
“Yes, really. You were the first…the only woman who I’ve felt come on my cock.” I kissed her neck. “I’m sorry it’s over, but on the bright side,” I said, kissing her ear and then whispering into it, “I’m ready again.”
I pulled back and thrust into her hard. Her pussy was beyond wet as I entered her over and over again. She lifted her hips to meet me thrust for thrust.
She’d never done that before when she was wearing my Daddy’s Little Girl necklace, but now she was Kenzie, and apparently she was a firecracker in bed. Maybe it was the look in her eyes or the sounds she was making, but it was beyond hot.
I pounded into her. It was still lovemaking, but it was raw and passionate. Her back arched and she clawed at my arms as I put one of her legs over my shoulder.
In a matter of minutes, she was screaming out her orgasm. “So beautiful,” I said, pulling out of her and rolling onto my back. I was shocked at the large puddle that had formed under where she had been lying.
Pulling her on top of me, I attacked her breasts with my mouth. She rocked her hips and rode on me as she had done in the past when she’d been on top, but unlike those times, she tucked her feet under herself and began bouncing up and down on my cock.
Her tits—her beyond amazing tits—were bouncing, as well. I couldn’t keep hold of them with my mouth, but my hands were more than eager to hang on for the ride. All too soon, or maybe not soon enough, she spun around and began riding me in reverse. “Mmmmm, Max,” she moaned as she continued to bounce on my cock.
“Your body is so perfect,” I groaned, grabbing hold of her ass cheeks. I had an all too perfect view of her tiny puckered hole. I knew I wasn’t going to fuck it tonight, but I sure could tease the hell out of it. Running my finger around the rim had her stilling almost instantly. At first I thought I’d done something wrong until I heard the low rumble that came from her body, accompanied by the tight squeezing of my cock.