Page 118 of Dad Next Door

The angle was off, and my neck was bent in a way that wasn’t exactly comfortable, but none of that mattered as I sank into the sensation of being completely surrounded by him.

He paused when his thighs pushed up against my ass.

Holy fuck. Tristan was inside me.

He held still, giving me a moment to get used to it.

Now that I’d had a chance to relax a bit, it wasn’t bad. The sting was still there, and so was the feeling of being full, but there was an undercurrent of something else there too. Something that felt good.

Tristan broke our kiss and pressed his cheek against mine as he pulled out, then slid back in with a gentle rock of his hips.

“Okay?” he asked, his voice breathy and strained.

“Yeah.” I pressed my cheek harder against his, enjoying the slight rasp of our stubble scraping together.

He rocked his hips again, moving a bit faster. His cockhead dragged over my prostate, and a little pulse of pleasure shot through me.

“Fuck.” I held his hands tighter. “Do that again.”

A soft chuckle tickled my ear as he obliged.

More of those little pulses moved through me, building on each other until they felt like a wave, flowing and ebbing with each thrust of his hips.

I rode the waves, my body relaxed and my brain quieted.

Pleasure and pressure pooled low in my body, coiling and swirling around as Tristan made love to me.

Far too soon, my brain started ping-ponging between thinking about how good it felt and needing more.

“Do you want to flip over?” Tristan asked, somehow realizing I’d slipped out of my happy place.

I nodded and let go of his hands. Why did my knuckles ache? How tight had I been gripping him?

Tristan slowed to a stop, then gently pulled out.

The sensation of his dick falling out of me was weird and uncomfortable and left me feeling empty. I did my best to ignore it so I didn’t get distracted again.

He moved off me and helped me flip onto my back, then settled between my legs. Using his hands, he spread my thighs wider apart and pushed them up.

I held them in place, drinking in every detail as he guided his cock back to my waiting hole.

This time, I welcomed the stretch, and he slid into me on the first glide.

I let go of my legs so I could hold him close as he lay over me again. As much as I loved seeing him over me, his powerful body on display, I needed to feel him.

Our kisses were sloppy as he moved inside me. The angle was different, but no less amazing. Instinctively, I moved with him, rocking in tandem with his thrusts. He squeezed his hand between our bodies and gripped my cock.

The first stroke made me gasp. The second made stars explode behind my closed eyes.

I’d never felt anything like it. Pleasure pinged between my ass and my dick with each glide of his hand and thrust of his cock, filling me like liquid fire as my body tightened and my brain went utterly silent.

I gripped his ass tight and angled my hips so I was as open to him as possible, my entire being fixated on how good he felt and how much I loved him.

Tristan’s breathing was as harsh as mine, our kisses forgotten as we rode the waves of pleasure.

“Oh god.” I gasped, my body tightening as my balls ached with the need to come.

“That’s it, Quinn. Come for me.”