Page 10 of Saving Saul

“No, she begs. I didn’t know. I promise I’ll be good. I’m not touching my fat, swollen, and dripping pussy without your permission.”

I smirk.Vixen.She’s trying to push me. But it won’t work.

"Good! Now imagine me taking one nipple into my mouth, gently suckling while I tease the other with light flicks of my thumb." Her breathing hitches, making me smile even though she can't see it.

My voice drops to a low, hypnotic tone as I speak. With each word, our connection deepens, making it seem as though we're in a tight embrace, even while physically separated by a wall.

"Since you’re being so perfect for Daddy," I tease softly, "I might just let you touch yourself while imagining it's my fingers guiding you over that edge… maybe even my cock inside of you..."

Tessa whimpers again at the thought. Her breath is coming faster now.

"As I move to kiss down your stomach, feeling every ripple under my hands until I reach between your thighs and place two fingers slap against your hot bud. Do it now, baby, slap that pussy for me.”

She moans deeply, imagining my fingers delving into her panties and slapping her clit. I can hear the wetness when she slaps against her core, a testament to how much she wants this.

"That's it," I murmur seductively. "Now imagine Daddy's finger sliding between your folds, rubbing against your heated core... Making you tremble with want."

Her breathing becomes erratic, almost gasping, as she imagines it all coming true. My heart swells with love for her. I’m proud of how far we've come together and excited about the journey ahead.

"Now close your eyes and envision me sliding inside you," I continue, my voice dipping low with desire. "Feel my cock stretching you open... filling you up entirely until there's no space left between us."

The silence fills with the sound of her rapid breathing as she tries to hold back her climax.

"Ready?" I ask softly but loud enough for her to hear.

"Yes," she pants.

"All right, then," I begin, my voice filled with passion as I bring us closer to the edge. "Imagine me thrusting into you now,each stroke deeper than the last, until I hit that sweet spot inside you that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You're so wet, so ready for me... I can feel your pussy pulsing around my dick with each thrust."

"I'm going to come!" she cries out, her voice strained with passion.

"Come for me, baby," I groan in return, feeling my release building within me. "Let go and let Daddy take care of you."

She moans loudly as she lets go of all control and surrenders herself to the intensity of her pleasure. The sound fills me with pure bliss and drives me further over the edge.

"That's it, baby," I say hoarsely, my voice vibrating with raw desire. "Let Daddy hear you come for him."

As her cries fill the air, I give in to my body's demands and release all that pent-up energy. My cum shoots all over my stomach as I squeeze my dick harder until there isn’t a drop left.

The feeling of completeness as we connect on such an intimate level is indescribable. We ride out our orgasms together, each moan and gasp echoing between us until we finally come down from our high.

“Shit, sweetheart. You made Daddy come so much. You’re such a good girl. If you were here, you could be my dirty girl and lick all your cream. You earned it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says, her voice still shaky. I smile, happy that I was able to give her that release.

When we've both caught our breath, Tessa finally says. "Thank you, Daddy."

I chuckle warmly. "Always, baby."

And with that, we end our virtual lovemaking session for now, both content to know that no matter how far apart we are physically, our love and connection will always find a way to bridge the distance.

Tessaand I just called it a night on our fifth date, and I already miss her.

According to the contract, we had to go on at least five different dates before we could request each other. I didn’t want to do that; I only wanted to talk to Tessa. But I understand the logic. The show needed content, and we needed to make sure our connection was as remarkable as we felt it was.

As I exit, the hub door glides open with a hushed whisper, and I step into the dark corridor, my pulse still echoing Tessa's voice in my veins. A part of me wants to linger, to savor the warmth of her words that reached through the wall and touched something deep within me. But I move, one foot in front of the other, allowing the rhythm of my steps to anchor me back to reality.

I'm not just walking; I'm striding with purpose, each step a silent vow. I'll show Tessa that the buzz about my wealth and the chatter of my fame is just background noise. I want her to see the man behind the Chef Mensah persona, who yearns for laughter ringing through his house, not the clink of another award being shelved.

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