Dd Relationship Stories Novels & Stories

He’d fucked her against her front door, desperate to drain the tension, but it had been a disaster. His dick had felt numb, almost bored, rejecting the familiar heat of a girl who’d been on his list since freshman year. Every time he closed his eyes, he didn't see Hayley’s blonde hair… he saw those heavy, emerald-green shielded breasts and the ghost of a virgin's curves. He lit the cigarette, the cherry glowing bright orange in the shadows. He exhaled a long, grey plume of smoke, cursing himself. "Get it together, C," he muttered. "It’s just a girl. Just another number."

“Store stays. Tower gets built around it. And I get you. Every stubborn inch.” Six months later the hybrid development opened to crowds. Reyes & Co. thrived bigger than ever, kids spilling into the new plaza, authors reading under string lights. Damien stood beside her at the ribbon cutting, arm around her waist, no longer the ice-cold shark the papers once called him. At night, in the penthouse they now shared, he read to her from the spicy romances she loved—voice low, teasing—until she tackled him into the sheets. Some stories started with hate.

My muscles are taut as I try not to get my cock into her pussy like I want to. Layla rubs her tits against my face, moaning and shuddering as the orgasm crashes into her. Her pussy gushes against my thigh, her release all over me. Everything becomes quiet in that moment, till it’s just her breathing mingling with mine. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe I could give in to this power that we’ve created, and it would be okay after. She wants me too. I could show her what big, bad Daddies do to their little girls. But a flash of lightning illuminates the pink in her hair.