My expectations are sky-high, unrealistic, and yet having experienced him in dream form I know that anything less would be a disappointment.
My heart pounds as Gerald's hands gently hikes up my skirt, slipping off the black lace panties I bought especially for the trip. His massive hands part my thighs, his gaze cold and calculating as he kneels before me. I shiver, the room's cool air adding tothe anticipation of what's to come. He leans in, his charming smile fades into a more serious expression as he surveys my nakedness.
"Spread your pussy for me, baby," he growls, his voice low and guttural. I quiver at the dominance in his voice, and it instantly makes me wetter. Slowly and obediently, I part my lips, exposing the dripping wetness that pools between my thighs. God, I need him.
He dips his head and his tongue flicks out, lapping at my clit like a predator tasting its prey. My hips buck upward, helpless to the sensations coursing through my body.
"Oh, fuck, Gerald," I moan. His name, once so foreign, now a sweet release on my lips.
Gerald chuckles, the vibrations of his laughter sending shockwaves through my core. "That's right, baby, but call me daddy," he growls, slipping two fingers inside me while his tongue continues to worship my clit.
"Gerald… daddy, I'm going to come," I pant, gripping the sheets tightly. Calling him daddy only makes my pussy clench further, makes me grow even wetter. It always felt like a weird thing to say during sex, forced almost, but with Gerald it's incredibly hot.
He doesn't relent, only redoubling his efforts. "That's right, sweetheart. Good girl. I want to taste every drop of your cum," he growls, his voice thick with lust.
The way he says cum, like it's the filthiest word ever spoken, sends me hurtling over the edge.
My back arches, my orgasm tearing through me like a freight train.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, daddy!" I cry out, my head thrown back as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
Gerald stands, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Delicious," he growls, his expression pleased as he gazes down on me as I recapture my breath.
And then he lifts me up from the bed and carries me over to the window, pressing himself against me from behind as we both gaze out at the city lights. his cock hardening against my heat. "You feel so fucking good, Alina," he groans, his voice rough with need. "I need to be inside you."
"Oh, God, so do you," I gasp, my hands pressing into the cool glass pane, my hips arching backward, tempting him to drive himself into me.
My enthusiasm only fuels his need, and he slams into my pussy hard from behind, my body taking every inch of him.
It's like I was made for this, made for him, and I don't want it to end.
I can tell by his movements that he can feel the pressure building in his loins, and that he won't be able to hold back.
My breasts smash into the window each time he plows his hard cock into my pussy, and I moan at the cold sensation of the glass against my hard peaks.
With one final, powerful thrust, he comes inside me, his climax tearing through him like a storm, yanking me over the edge with him.
With a lingering glance at the twinkling tropical scene before us, he takes my hand and leads me back to the bed where we both lie down. I nestle into the crook of his arm, draping my thigh over his torso. We remain entwined, panting and struggling to catch our breath, neither of us willing to let go or let this moment end.
"You're dangerous, Alina," he says, finally finding the words.
I laugh, a breathless sound. "I know."
My words seem to send a shiver down his spine, and he trembles slightly. "With you, I feel like I'm in deep, deep trouble, you know?"
"Oh, I very much feel the same way about you," I reply. "It feels like our worlds were destined to collide, and there's no going back now."
"You're right about that," he says, his tone with a slight edge to it. "There's no going back."
We lie there in silence for a moment, enjoying the feeling of each other's sated bodies pressed against each other.
"I can't get enough of you," he growls. And then he makes it clear that he really does feel this way.
He flips onto me on the plush king-sized bed, his body hovering over mine as he drives into me relentlessly.
I moan his name, my nails digging into his back, my body arching up to meet every thrust. My body blazes with desire, lust clouding my vision as he continues to plow my pussy.
"You like it rough, don't you, little lamb?" he growls, his voice low and guttural.