“How was New York?” I ask as I drop my backpack on the floor, and he stumbles over his words.
“We signed a few contracts and plan to expand the company, so there will be more work,” he replies while removing his watch, and I can’t help but smile.
“That’s fantastic Daddy!” I exclaim excitedly. He forces a smile in return, which makes me frown. “Aren’t you happy?” I inquire.
“Of course, it’s just that the workload will double and increase my stress,” he admits with a sigh.
I make a concerned face and move closer to him, wrapping my arms around him in an attempt to soothe him, which works a little.
“You’ll handle it well, Daddy,” I whisper, planting a kiss on his chest. When I pull back, I notice his weary expression. “You look really tired,” I observe, pointing out the dark circles and paler skin he has.
He chuckles and nods. “I need a good nap,” he clarifies, and I laugh.
“Well, go take a nap,” I suggest casually and he chuckles.
“I won’t be able to sleep. My insomnia is acting up again,” he responds with a shrug. I pout in reply.
“Let’s at least try,” I say, starting to unbutton his shirt. I lock eyes with him after the first button and he raises his eyebrows in surprise. “I need you awake, or who’s going to spoil me?” I say playfully, knowing it excites him.
It’s odd, but that’s what he likes. Once his shirt comes off, I trace my fingers over his chest and the tattoos there.
“Okay,” he agrees, and I smile at the heart tattoo on his arm.
I touch it for a moment until he stretches his arm and yawns. “I really hope I can sleep; three days of drinking and no sleep isn’t good,” he comments, and I laugh.
I sit on the edge of the bed, but he frowns. “Get rid of those clothes; they’re just in the way,” he says, and I roll my eyes while laughing.
“You take off your pants first,” I retort, and he complies.
He removes his belt and his black pants, leaving only his boxers. I bite my lip as I watch him.
“Keep going,” he urges, and I stand up to remove my clothes down to just my underwear.
Alex, watching me from the edge of the bed, pulls me to him by the waist and kisses me, moving from my breasts to my neck where he softly bites, causing me to moan, and continues down to my jaw, showering it with gentle kisses until he finally reaches my lips, kissing me hungrily.
I melt into his kisses and sit on top of him, feeling his hands glide over my body like rose petals. He wraps his arms tightly around my waist, and our bodies connect, stirring pleasure within me.
Shit, baby. Now you have to suck me- he asks and I stammer.
“But you said you were tired,” I murmur, my butt sitting on his legs.
Alex leans back on his elbows with a pleading look.
“Fine, but only if you promise you will try to fall asleep-or it’s the last thing I’ll do for you,” I stipulate, and he nods eagerly.
“Okay, lie down,” i says.
I slowly pull down his boxers. As soon as his penis pops out I take it in my hands and start stroking it, caressing the tip with my thumb. I notice him starting to relax a lot more.
I put is cock inside my mouth, I suck him a few times before switching back to using my hands.
“Come on, use your mouth; I need to feel you around me,” he requests, looking at me with intensity.
Convince me- I whisper sexually and he tenses his jaw further- manipulate me, make me your submissive like you’ve done with others. Force me to give you a blowjob until I have no throat- I tell him and he shakes his head.
I just keep going with my hand until his cum comes out in streams as he let out a loud moan.
I quickly adjust his boxer up before heading to the bathroom for a quick clean-up. When I return, Alex is sitting on the bed, and I climb in beside him.
Within moments, he wraps his arms around me tightly, intertwining our legs as he buries his face in my neck.
“I won’t treat you like I’ve treated others,” he murmurs, catching me off guard.
“Why not?” I ask, finding his statement intriguing.
“Have you ever had a favorite doll that you cared for more than the others?” he poses, and I nod. “That’s how I feel about you. Ever since the moment I saw you, you’ve affected me deeply,” he admits.
“I still don’t get it, Alex. How did you treat those other girls?”
“I wasn’t very nice to them, to be honest,” he confesses with a roll of his eyes. “But I can’t do that with you. No matter how annoyed you make me, I can’t bring myself to yell at you because you evoke my gentler side,” he explains with a laugh. “Even when you’re drunk, angry, or trying to seduce me, it just makes me more tender.”
“Why do you say you treated them poorly?” I ask softly, stroking his arms.
“I didn’t treat them like I treat you,” he whispers, making me giggle softly. “I never called any of them ‘baby’ or ‘love.’ In fact, I never even slept with them without protection,” he reveals, making me frown. “But you have a pull on me. I see you asleep, and my body just wants to be with you.”
“Stop joking, Alex,” I urge him.
“I’m serious!” he insists.
“I don’t buy it. You must have had at least fifty girlfriends. What you’re claiming can’t be true,” I reply, laughing, and he shakes his head.
“I’ve had over fifty, and it’s true. You’ve met my family, and only two girls besides you have done that,” he whispers, and I smirk.
“Well, while you keep count of your exes, I can’t count,” I tease.
“Why’s that?” he asks.
“I’ve never had a boyfriend,” I reply with a shrug, and he laughs.
“I love you,” he says playfully, kissing my neck.
“I’ve kissed quite a few guys, though,” I defend myself, and he chuckles.
“No wonder you’re so talented,” he jokes, rolling his eyes. “I’ll definitely be your first boyfriend,” he insists, drawing me closer.
“You’ve already been my first in many ways,” I confess quietly as he caresses my waist.
“And it’s been a pleasure,” he replies, making me laugh softly.
Suddenly, all sounds fade into a comfortable silence, with only the rhythm of Alex’s breathing and the gentle caress of his hands on my body filling the space.
“You didn’t treat those other girls badly; you just didn’t spoil them enough,” I whisper.
“Sleep, love. We can talk about it later,” he tells me, and I sigh.
“Daddy, I want to understand you,” I say, turning to face him. “I want to know why you say I’m different from the others and why you chose me instead of someone older or more hot.”
“Hey, your body is perfect as it is,” he reassures me.
“I don’t have big breasts, and my butt is average,” I retort, and he frowns.
“They fit perfectly in my hands,” he counters, squeezing my backside slightly, which amuses me.
“Your body is just right for me,” he whispers, using his fingers to move a strand of hair behind my ear. I can feel the warmth rush to my cheeks as he smirks at me. “Besides, I’ve seen smaller; yours are just fine,” he shrugs, earning a laugh from me.
“I can’t help but wonder, did the tattoos hurt?” I ask, looking into his eyes.
“The tattoos?” he reflects, and I nod. “Not really; I actually enjoyed the feeling,” he admits, and I respond with a nod.
“I like this one,” I say, pointing to one on his arm. “Does it have a meaning?” I inquire, and he shakes his head.
“I think I was drunk when I got it,” he comments, and I burst into laughter.
“I want to get a tattoo too,” I say, and he raises an eyebrow. “Maybe an important word or a date,” I muse.
“I’d place it on the left side of my ring finger,” I declare, kissing his chest out of sheer enjoyment. He yawns, closing his eyes.
“I think that’s perfect, as long as it’s at your age. I don’t want your mom thinking I’m a bad influence,” he states, making me giggle.
“Alright,” I reply, inching closer to him.
His body feels cold, but there’s something comforting about his chill. His rough hands rest on my waist as he kisses my bare shoulder.
“Nina,” he calls gently, and I glance at him. With a sigh, he asks, “Would you come with me to Paris next weekend?”
“Alex… Paris?” I stutter, taken aback, and he nods. “I don’t know if…”
“Please, love,” he insists, making a pouty face that’s hard to resist.
“Convince me,” I challenge, and he laughs softly.
“How about we make love with the Eiffel Tower in view?” he suggests, his breath warm against my ear. “Just you, me, and the moonlight,” he adds, causing my heart to race.
“Okay, I’ll need to tell my mom I’m going away for a school event,” I say, my teeth clenching as I respond. He catches it and laughs.
“I promise you won’t regret it,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder again. I sigh, filled with anticipation.