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Marigold grabs onto me harder, pressing herself against me. I put both hands on her ass, squeezing as I grind my quickly-hardening cock into her stomach. I groan, and she makes a needy noise.
“I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off of you the entire party,” I say as I move my hands to the hem of her dress. “I just can’t get enough of you.”
“Ruger,” she gasps as I start to shove her panties down her legs. “Ruger, I need you.”
“You have me,” I tell her, getting my aching cock out of my pants. “And I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, too,” she says before her voice breaks as I shove my length inside of her without any warning.
She’s dripping wet, and a thrill runs through me. Marigold was across the room thinking about me, thinking about this. The evidence is right here for me to enjoy.
“You wanted me real bad, didn’t you, little girl?” I growl as I shift my grip on her, picking her up and pinning her to the door behind her. “So fucking wet for me. You were just waiting for me to notice you had your eyes on me, weren’t you?”
“Yes, daddy,” she moans, the word making my movements even wilder. This little game we play started pretty shortly after we got together, and I love it almost as much as she does. “I wanted you so bad.”
“Don’t worry,” I say, thrusting into her harder, hitting the sweet spot inside of her. “Daddy’s got you.”
She moans loudly before surging forward, holding onto me tightly as she connects our lips. I give her the sloppy kiss she’s looking for, nipping at her bottom lip. Her pussy spasms around me as I’m buried inside of her.
I take it as my sign to go harder, faster. I’d love to take my time and really get her to fall apart, but it won’t take long for someone to come looking for us. While we both love the idea of getting caught, Marigold doesn’t take the embarrassment well – we learned that the hard way.
My balls start pulling into my body as I continue to drill into her. I’m getting close to my climax, too. It’s all because of Marigold. Everything about her turns me on in a way that I never thought possible.
Even now, five years later, she only gets more attractive. The sounds she makes are more irresistible. The way she feels around my massive member is more undeniably orgasmic. It’s a wonder I don’t cum in my pants every single time I see her.
“Daddy,” she whines, her finger tips digging into my shoulders. “I’m close.”
Well, she didn’t have to say that. I know her body well enough by now to feel her tells. Her pussy is clenching and unclenching around me. Every part of her is shaking with desire. I’m surprised she hasn’t gone over the edge yet.
Instead of saying anything, I change the angle of her hips. The effect is immediate and undeniable. Her head falls back, giving me access to her neck as her orgasm begins to wash over her.
I lean, kissing and nipping at the expanse of skin hungrily. Her tight pussy practically strangles my cock as pleasure zaps through her. I’m only able to stave off my own climax for a few seconds, then I’m falling into the deep end with her.
With a growl, I empty my load deep inside her. I fill her up even further, pump her so full of my cum that it starts to drip out. I make an absolute mess of her, and I can’t help the sense of pride and possession that grips me, knowing that when we leave this supply room, she’ll be full of my jizz.
After a few more thrusts to milk the last bit of my climax out, I gently slip from inside her and lower her to the ground. She holds onto me as I bend down to gather her panties from the floor. With steady hands, I help her into them, pulling them up her thighs before smoothing out her dress.
When I lean forward to place a kiss between Marigold’s eyebrows, she giggles and says, “We should probably get back in there before people notice we’re gone.”
I shake my head as I tuck myself back into my pants and say, “Let them know we were gone. They know how fucking crazy I am about you.”
“You’re insatiable, Ruger,” she says as she runs a hand through her hair, giving me a sultry little smile.
“For you?” I ask, opening the door to let her out. “Of course I am. Everyone knows that.”
“I feel the same,” she replies, holding her hand out for me to take.
So, hand in hand, we walk back into the party. Our adorable daughter is hanging off of her uncle, and there’s a sense of camaraderie in the room. All of our members are here, and I have the woman of my dreams on my arm. I don’t think I could ask for anything more.
