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Bryce wasn’t going to let her get far. He took the stairs two at a time and still caught her. It made him a bit worried that she wasn’t faster, that she could be snatched around the waist so easily. He threw her over his shoulder, her shrieks and laughter music to his ears.
The bedroom door wasn’t an obstacle he even considered as he powered through it to make his way to their unmade bed. He all but threw her on it, his girlfriend eagerly pushing herself up on her knees to meet him in a kiss. He felt her smile on her soft lips, which only made him want to kiss her harder.
She pulled on the sides of his white shirt, lifting the hem to show a sliver of abs. Trinity was always quite persistent, and she didn’t always let him take his time when they fucked. It made him feel sexy knowing how wanted he was. Bryce moaned into her kiss, already thinking about how wet she probably was without even being touched. He knew she could feel his hardness, and was showing some restraint by not ripping off his workout shorts.
Her lips pulled away from his and kissed and nipped their way down his neck. Bryce still stood at the edge of the bed at almost full height, slouching slightly so she could still lick at his earlobe and catch his earring in her teeth. He let her carry on like that, enjoying the scratch of her nails under his shirt.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered, and her kissing stopped. She left her hands on him as she leaned back, not breaking eye contact. Bryce stepped even closer to the bed, his calves hitting the frame and his hand coming up to hold onto her chin. She was so beautiful; sometimes he couldn’t believe she was his or that she allowed him in her orbit.
Trinity bit her lip, creating space to slowly lift off the tight long-sleeve top she wore. Bryce kept his eyes on her, not breaking their eye contact to watch as her breasts shook when she removed her shirt. She started to shimmy out of the biker shorts, lifting herself back to her knees with a grin.
“Panties too? Or do you want to take them off yourself?” she teased. Bryce narrowed his eyes at her; she was obviously trying to mess with him and get a rise out of him by being a brat.
“It’s just a question,” she added innocently when he didn't respond. She leaned back on the bed, now able to fully remove her shorts and watched his face, “I know you like to take them off. I’m just being a good girlfriend.”
He watched her for a moment before pulling her forward on the bed and removing his shirt. He did want to remove her panties himself; that was a given. He didn’t respond to her question or her cheeky comments, “Take off my shorts.”
Trinity's eyes lit up at the order, and she enthusiastically went to remove his shorts and his boxers. His cock sprang to attention and lightly hit her face as she pushed his clothes fully down his legs. She pressed a ginger kiss to his hipbone and eyed him sultrily. He could tell she wanted to take him into her mouth. He caressed the side of her face, his thumb pressing against her bottom lip until she opened her mouth eagerly to suck on the digit. Bryce moaned, feeling as if she actually had his cock in her mouth.
They maintained eye contact as she continued her sucking and Bryce began to stroke himself absentmindedly, focusing on the way her brown eyes were collecting the bits of sun now fully shining into the room.
“Do you want more?” he asked, barely recognising the gruffness in his own voice. His girlfriend nodded eagerly, and he removed his thumb from between her lips to replace it with his cock.
He didn’t know how she did it, but something about head from Trinity made him feel like he was levitating. Bryce had many blowjobs in his life, and she was by far the best giver. It was the way she was still able to swallow him fully and lick the head in her mouth that drove him crazy. And the fact that she was overstimulated to fuck with her own saliva, but still challenged herself to make him feel good.
“That’s it, good girl,” he praised. He felt Trinity hum around his cock, her hand meeting the base of his hardness to assist her. Bryce carted his fingers through her hair, helping her bob on him as he felt himself drawing closer. He didn’t want to cum in her mouth; he was supposed to show her how much he needed her. How much he needed her every day and night, by his side, on top of him, under him…
He couldn't help but moan as he detached himself from her mouth and her grip. His dick and her chest were covered in spit from her effort. He had to reward her.
“Get on your knees,” he demanded and crowded her as he joined her on the bed. Trinity was still a bit breathless, but complied easily.
“Yes, daddy,” she breathed. Bryce’s dick twitched at her words before he placed a wet kiss on her back, kissing and licking his way down to her ass on display. He placed a wet kiss to one of her ass cheeks before he started to pull down her panties. She was so soaked they stuck to her centre before pulling away. He used some of the wetness still on his dick to press his thumb against her clit, causing her to jump at his touch.
Bryce couldn’t help but grin at her sensitivity, “You’re such a good girlfriend, Trin. You know when to stop being a brat.”
She groaned at his words and tried to push herself backwards onto his fingers. Bryce allowed them to shallowly dip inside her wetness before removing them for a taste.
“And you taste so good. So sweet for me,” he continued. Bryce didn’t usually speak like this. He didn’t love imbalanced power dynamics or patriarchal ways of thought. But there was something about the way she reacted when he talked to her like this. How one of the strongest and most outspoken women he knew trusted him to take care of her and let her control go.
“All for you, Bryce. Please fuck me,” she cried.
He had to close his eyes at her words and fought the urge to touch himself. He wanted to save it all for her pussy. He did allow himself purchase between her cheeks, letting the tip of his cock narrowly miss sinking into her. Bryce wanted to keep hearing her beg, keep hearing her call him by -
He gave her ass cheek a light smack.
“What’s my name, baby?”
She seemed to still for a moment, wondering what her words were and what she could have said wrong. He could almost see the smile on her face by the way her cheeks turned up. She looked behind herself to meet his eyes; Bryce could have been finished just from that look alone.
“I’m sorry, daddy. Please fuck me. I need you.”
He didn’t know if it was her words or the look in her eyes, but he couldn’t hold himself back any longer and pushed himself into her fully, bottoming out immediately. It broke their eye contact, and Trinity fell forward on the bed, keeping her ass up to meet his snapping hips.
He didn’t start out slowly like he usually did, and Trinity didn’t seem to mind based on her moans that filled the room. He kept a fast pace, blathering her praises, telling her how good she felt and how she took him so well.
Trinity wasn’t even forming proper words or sentences. He could hear the occasional ‘yes’ or ‘more please’, and he obliged her, trying to fit as much of his hardness inside of her with every stroke. He wanted to be as deep as possible, in her skin and running through her veins. Bryce watched as her back and ass moved as she fucked him back, how she showed him she needed it just as much as he did.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He wanted to keep fucking her but wanted to see her face; he wanted to look at her as she came on his dick.
He quickly pulled out and flipped Trinity onto her back. She barely had time to protest before he was sinking himself back inside her. This new angle allowed for a deeper stroke, and they both sighed in delight. Trinity pulled him forward for a kiss as she widened her legs. Bryce’s hand moved to her neck, holding her gently as she moaned into his touch.
He brought his other hand down to her clitoris, using the wetness gathered at their union to brush against her. She opened her mouth to cry out, only for his lips and tongue to chase the sound back into her. She had no space to move like this, only accepting his fucking and touching.
He was concentrating, trying to get her as close as possible, as he knew he didn’t have much longer before he would cum. Trinity had some tells. She would start grasping at anything she could, usually Bryce’s bicep or his jaw, and he would feel that telltale tightening on his cock. The tightening that showed she wasn’t there yet, but a few more strokes and she would be.
“That’s it, baby. So fucking tight for me. Such a fucking good girl. I want to feel you cum. Can you do that for me?”
She couldn’t answer, only nodded her head as he gave her clit a light pinch and continued fucking into her as she got wetter. He leaned back fully, removing his hand from her neck to help lift her thighs slightly, and that seemed to get her exactly where he wanted.
He watched as she came around him, moaning and gasping as the sloppy sounds from their sex filled the room. He couldn’t help but stare at the point where he entered her, how his length fully disappeared and came back covered in her slick and how her legs shook against his thighs. He saw the cream collecting on his cock as he continued his thrusting, not wanting to stop as she came.
Bryce was always happy to have her spread like this with her legs wide and her knees almost pressed into the bed by her ears. But he had to close his eyes from the stimulation overload he was getting. He had to remember to breathe, to relax as he knew he was close to cumming. He could still feel the slight twitches from her pussy on his dick, trying to drain him.
“God, baby, I love you,” he moaned, or cried, he wasn’t sure the difference at this point. Trinity was still moaning, her pupils blown out as she watched him lose himself in her.
“Please, daddy,” she begged, her voice cracking through the strain, “Please cum in me.”
He stared back into those big, beautiful eyes of hers, losing himself in her softness. He leaned in and buried himself into her neck, his groans borderline pathetic as she continued pushing him to the edge.
“Fuck, that’s it,” she added, and moved her hips in tandem. He held his body weight up on the bed, careful not to crush her as he felt the waves of his orgasm start to crash over him. He bit down slightly onto her neck, trying not to shout in her ear as he released himself into her warmth. He felt her twitch around him, her pussy taking all that he could give.
They stayed like that for a moment, panting and catching their breath before Bryce rolled off of her and to the side. Trinity cuddled up to him, resting her hand on where his heart was threatening to beat out of his chest.
“That was hot,” she mumbled, “I like calling you daddy.”
Bryce winced at her words and pulled her closer, turning to face her.
“I should start calling you that all the time,” she teased when she saw the look on his face.
“Please no, Trin,” he mumbled, redness tinging his cheeks.
“I know you like it,” she continued.
“I like it in very specific circumstances. I don’t want to be the older boyfriend whose younger girlfriend calls him ‘daddy’ all the time. It’s weird,” he argued.
“So only when we fuck?” she said, with a kiss on his cheek.
“Every now and then is fine. But yes, only when fucking,” he stated. Trinity nodded, agreeing with the boundary.
“I’ll try my best,” she grinned and peppered more kisses to his cheeks and jaw before he finally met her lips.
He couldn’t help but wrap his arms completely around her, deepening the kiss and intertwining their legs. He didn’t want to let himself get excited again, especially as they had a long day ahead.
Trinity pulled away first and shimmied out of his grip. She made her way to the ensuite bathroom and shot her boyfriend a mischievous smirk.
“Are you joining me, daddy?”