Chapter 7

“Oh yeah... oh yeah... yes... yes... Arthur…” I moaned in pleasure, my back pressed against the soft carpeted floor, legs lifted and held by him. My hips were raised as he sat on the ottoman, driving into me with rhythmic, intoxicating thrusts. I couldn’t believe how strong and tireless Daddy Arthur was. He didn’t seem like someone in his 50s at all. We’d been making love the entire night, taking only short breaks, and still going strong.

Our mixed arousal was dripping from me, trailing down my thighs and pooling on the floor, but neither of us cared. The scent of our passion was heady, and thankfully, my body kept up with his endless stamina. The sun had already risen, its rays filtering into the room, and still, we were lost in each other’s touch.

“Mmm… daddy…” I whispered when he suddenly paused. He set my legs on the ottoman and leaned over me, grinding his hips into mine as his mouth trailed down to suck my breasts, his hands caressing them gently. I moved in sync with him, gasping when he hit that sensitive spot inside me. I tightened around him, making him groan.

“You want more, baby?” he teased, licking my nipple again. I nodded eagerly, and he grinned before thrusting deep once more. His hands never left my breasts, which bounced with each intense movement.

“I can’t get enough of you, Daddy… more, please…” I moaned, my hands trailing down his sweaty back to his firm behind, urging him even deeper. “I’m close again… I’m going... ahh!” I cried out as another wave of pleasure surged through me. His thrusts grew faster until he finally buried himself deep inside and released with a satisfied groan.

“I can feel you,” I whispered breathlessly. He glanced down at our joined bodies, slowly pulling out and watching our mixed essence spill out. He smiled.

“You’re incredible, baby… still so tight after everything.” I chuckled softly.

“I don’t think I can even stand,” I murmured. He laughed, kissed my lips, then trailed kisses down my neck, chest, and stomach. When his mouth reached between my thighs again, I whimpered, instantly climaxing from the feel of his tongue, which eagerly cleaned every drop of me.

“I’ll prepare us a bath,” he said sweetly, standing up and heading to the en-suite. I stayed on the floor, legs still on the ottoman, a soft smile on my lips. Now that we’d paused, the soreness in my hips and back was starting to kick in, but I didn’t mind. Arthur had made me experience every position possible, and my body was deliciously exhausted.

I never thought he’d be this bold or eager, but I was so glad he didn’t resist. With the way things were going, I might not be able to vlog or explore anymore—not that I’d complain. Spending every day with him while I’m in town was more than worth it.

He returned and gently lifted me, carrying me into the vintage bathtub filled with warm water and soothing oils. I moaned softly as my body sank into the bath, muscles relaxing. He joined me, settling behind me and kissing my shoulder before massaging me with slow, tender strokes.

“Don’t spoil me like this, Daddy…You’lll make it harder for me to leave,” I said softly. He let out a sigh, and I turned to press a kiss to his lips.

“How long are you staying?” he asked while continuing his gentle massage, his hands easing the tension in my back.

“A week, maybe… "It depends on where you take me," I replied, sighing as I melted into his touch.

“That’s good enough for me. And I promise, you’ll love everything I’ll show you. For now, you need rest. I’m sorry if I wore out your gorgeous body,” he teased, pinching my side gently, making me giggle from the ticklish sensation.

“You can have me as much as you want, Daddy. I’m enjoying every second of it,” I flirted, turning to place soft kisses on his lightly hairy chest.

“Mmm, I love hearing that,” he said, grinning. I gasped when his hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers gliding over my sensitive folds.

“Was I wrong about what?” I asked, but he only smirked, grabbed my jaw, and kissed me hard.

“That you’re a little tease… and that your body is one of a kind,” he whispered against my cheek, licking my skin. I squealed when he picked me up again and sat me on the edge of the tub. Spreading my legs, he dove between them, trailing kisses along my inner thighs, circling my clit with his tongue, and teasing every inch of me.

I arched, grinding against his mouth involuntarily. He growled, sucking me with intensity, his tongue dancing inside me, making my breath catch in my throat. I whimpered as his fingers joined the play, three of them thrusting rhythmically, pushing me closer to release.

“You love this, don’t you?” he groaned, watching my face twist in pleasure. “Such a greedy girl…” His pace quickened until I cried out, climaxing so hard that I shook. He didn’t stop until he had tasted every bit of me.

Panting, I sat up to find his arousal standing proud in front of me. I licked my lips and took him in hand, brushing my tongue around the tip before gently sucking. He groaned above me, and I began to work him with my mouth and hand in tandem, licking up his shaft and playing with his heavy balls.

“That’s it, baby… just like that,” he murmured. I took him deeper, letting him feel the back of my throat. Tears pricked my eyes, but I didn’t stop. Soon, he was gently thrusting into my mouth, his hand stroking my cheek lovingly.

“I’m close…” he warned, and I held onto his waist, urging him to finish. Moments later, he spilled into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, licking him clean until he softened slightly.

“Good girl,” he whispered with a proud smile. I giggled, and we returned to our bath, eventually rinsing off in the shower. He dried my body with care and even blow-dried my hair. He pampered me so well and even asked if I wanted something to eat. But I wasn’t hungry just yet. We returned to bed, still bare, curled up together, and drifted off to sleep.