It took me some time to get used to it, and he waited patiently, but when my body got a hang of it, my hips began to move as if I was going to die if I failed this ride.
I hugged his neck and caressed his hair while I kissed him, he kissed me back while hugging my torso and pressing my breasts against his chest.
"I want this to last forever," he muttered on my lips and brought his hands to my hips, to control my hips and make me move slower, taking all of him. "I'm addicted to you."
I moaned on his lips, unable to hold it, "I've never felt... so... good... such pleasure... in my entire life... yes... Mmmhmmm... you are addicting, daddy..."
"And you are mine," he exclaimed possessively and deepened the kiss, until he descended it down to my neck and then to my breasts, leaving another trial of hickeys, until he took my left breast in his mouth, making me cry out and bring my hands to his hair to press him on me.
"God, oh my God," I cried, riding him non-stop, but overwhelmed with all he was doing to me. "God have mercy."
"Beg me as much as you want, love, I won't have mercy. But I do love to hear you calling me your God," he whispered against my skin with a sensual grin on, and locked my hard nipple between his teeth, making me tear up with the sheer pleasure. "You ride me so good, baby girl," again, his praise made my body burn never brighter for him. "I love how hungry your pussy is for my cock, swallowing me as if it was made for me."
I cried again, tears of lust rolling down my cheeks, "You fill me up so good, daddy," I tightened my grip of his fluffy wavy black hair that was now mess thanks to me. "I need your cum, please, give it to me."
Grinning, he stopped worshipping my breasts and brought his lips back on mine, a proud grin playing on its corners. "You are my little slut."
"I'm your little slut," I nodded, desperate for more. "My pussy is your, I'm yours."
"Then milk me for you, baby girl. If you want it so bad, take it," his teeth biting my bottom lip as he nuzzled his nose on mine. "My release is yours to take."
"H-how do I..."
"Squeeze me tighter and hold it, love," he guided me. "Slow down and lock me inside you," his words were like magic, and my body began to follow it instantly. "Move your hip back and forward instead of up and down," then he took my right hand and made me touch his big heavy hot balls, and when my skin touched it, he shivered and moaned. "Bloody hell, they are sensible, if you grab them, I won't be able to hold back, baby girl. I'll cum in your womb even if I try not to."
Feeling more in control, I did as he told me. Moving my hips back and forward slowly, tightening my folds around his cock, locking him in me, I massaged his balls he let out a delicious cry.
A vulnerable cry of pleasure.
"I can't... I can't hold it!" He grunted overwhelmed and as he slammed his lips on mine, I tightened my grip on his balls and it was the igniting point. For us.
To my dismay, I exploded together with him, melting down at the same time as he flooded me with his release. We shook together and held tight on each other as we found our pleasure on one another again. And even after my orgasmic waves were over, his weren't as he kept pumping his seed on me, hot and consuming.
"Bloody hell, it should be a sin how good you feel, love," he cried.
"God... you... you're flooding me."
"You will give me a complex if you keep calling me God, love," he purred and switched up to be on top of me, which was welcome given how it was hard to even sit up after having another multiple waves of orgasms wracking over me. "I want to hold you, love," he whispered softly as he hugged me against his body.
By holding he meant cuddle. I've always wanted to cuddle like this, but I never did since I've never dated or had any kind of relationship. I was a whore in theory and a prude in action, prioritizing my studies and hobbies and personal growth over anything like this.
Now I can't help but want to do it all with him. And as he laid down between my legs and hugged my torso, I hugged him back. Inhaling his cinnamon and hot chocolate scent. Enjoying the embrace, the careful touch, the warmth, how protected and safe and right being with him makes me feel.
I wish I hadn't lied. I wish I was older to be with him as myself. To show him who I really am, to let him in and walk into his world with no lies on my bag. I doubt he'll ever want anything with me if he learns I lied and I'm not an adult yet.
Well, I get it, though. In his position, I would freak the fuck out as well. No matter how good the person made me feel.
"Tell me something no one knows about you, love," he asked tenderly at the curve of my neck, his voice deep.
"I'm not as strong as I look like," the words left my lips before I could even think of them, and I swallowed, not even Cecylia knows how I still feel. "And I've been running from my psychiatrist for ages now," I added just to avoid making it weird, "though she knows about it, of course."
"How do people perceive you, love?"
I played with his hair, "Rock type. They believe I'm strong in all aspects, nothing can hurt me, nothing fazes me, I'm cold-hearted, unable to show affection. They think I don't care about building links and being affectionate. To them I'm the femme fatale who only thinks about studying, getting economically more powerful, control freak, narcissistic, egocentric, book addict, who only thinks about herself."
A smiled played on his lips, "We are more alike than I first thought then, love, because you've pretty much described how people perceive me. Put it in a alpha male instead. They think I have a superiority complex."
That made me giggle softly, "Same with me. But I mean, you do have the right to have that. You are pretty much superior in all aspects to every person I've met so far, so, that would be totally understandable and well deserved."
My words made him move and he caged over me again, sapphire blue eyes on mine, sensual grin playing on his lips, dimples in display. He dropped a soft kiss on my lips and retracted a bit, touching the tip of his nose on mine.
"You are superior to everyone I've ever met too, love. And I've met countless of people, so, it means a lot."
"Is that so?" I purred, feeling heat take over my cheeks. "I think I'm starting to care a lot about what you're thinking, and usually only care about what I, my best friend, and my baby brother thinks."
"I think I'm starting to care for your words too, love. And did you just flash personal info?" He beamed curiously, dropping three kisses on my lips. "So, you're the older or a middle sister?"
"Oldest," I brought him closer, enjoying the view of his perfect face, playing with his hair. "I was an only child until two years and a half ago, then I got a baby brother."
"Now, that's adorable."
"Adorable is your smile," I looked at his lips. "No. Your smile is more like blindingly beautiful than adorable. What about you? Only child, older, middle, or younger brother?"
He caressed my ginger wavy streaks and pushed them away from my face, "I'm the youngest," my eyebrows raised softly in surprise. "Of many siblings. Our difference is wide, so, I kind of grew alone, because when I was a child, they were teenagers. Teenagers don't play with children, and that must be why I don't have the energy of a youngest sibling. Isn't that why you look surprised?"
"Yeah? I carry yourself like an older brother or an only child would," like me.
My words seemed to amuse him, "That's good. My sibling are all past 30. No fun. All married and with children of their own, as they all seemed to group out and choose to have kids when they were teens."
Sounds like my mom. "Well, I can relate to that. My parents and my best friend's were all friends and teens when they had us," they were my age, in fact. I mean, the age I'll be in two weeks, same shit. "So, when your siblings were having your nephews and nieces, you were already in college!"
He grinned proudly, "Yes, I was. That's another reason why I've never been that close to any of them, I was a prodigy and they judged me arrogant out of jealousy. I mean, they are all smart, my older sister and brother are geniuses, but none of them were prodigies like myself."
"You grew up sooner because of that."
A nod. "I did, yes. But I'm glad because I didn't have a dirty bag teenager phase, as I was too busy focused on my studies, being competitive and going after first place in everything, and taking control over my life."
This is literally the first time I'm doing something like this─ sleeping with a hot stranger, 8 years older than me, after I lied to him about my identity─, so, I can relate to him. "Same with me."
Though I'm still in my teens, I am in college and I got in at 15, as I was accepted when I was ending senior year in the prep private academy I attended with Cecylia, as my birthday is by the end of the year.
Furthermore, me and Cecylia attend to the University with the lowest acceptance percentage not just in Warsaw, but in Poland overall, meaning it's pretty fucking hard to get in. Which is pretty cool in a world normal kids get in at 18-19, so it is what it is.
It's even better because I'll graduate at 20, little before I turn 21.
"Though not like you, since you were in a different level of being a prodigy. I've always been top one, extremely competitive, collecting rivals everywhere, taking hold of my own life," Cecylia will be overjoyed when I tell her I decided to ask for the emancipation to my mom. It's because of him, but he was definitely a decisive factor. "You want to college young, did your parents emancipate you?"
A nod, "They did. Made things easier, since I began to live alone in the campus of Oxford, at 13. I think they were happy, though, that I was leaving to Oxford and they would be alone at home. They had kids young and intended to stop at my 3rd brother, the 5th of the bunch, but then I came accidentally, while all the others were planned."
Wow. He has five older siblings? It's a lot. "Did they neglect you?"
"They weren't very welcoming and they were tired of kids. I wasn't necessarily neglected, but they spent all of their time and love on my siblings, enough that when I came around, they were drained. The one who was supposed to be the last one, is 6 years older than me, then the 4th and 3rd are 7 as they were born at the beginning and at the end of the same year, the 2nd is 8 years older, and the oldest of us is 9 years older than me."
Now that's some gap. It's funny to think that he reached his siblings in college, even though they were that older than him, and probably even graduated before them, as he said they all had children when they were teens. That's what I call being the star of the family.
"I'm way more than a decade older than my little brother, so I can kind of see that. To me it was different though. My parents were good, but more worried about their professional lives than about me, I kind of group up from nanny to nanny. They were too younger and irresponsible when I came to be, and chose to focus on giving me everything except what I needed the most," sigh.
He caressed my hair and kissed my lips tenderly, "Love."