Risk and Reward - Sex Stories

Risk and Reward

... pull out!

"No, Daddy!" she managed to plead. "Come inside me!"

I certainly didn't need much convincing. With a few more frenzied thrusts, I reached my own release, groaning as I came hard. Morgan moaned, her cheek pressed against the car. I was practically forced to hold her upright; she grew weak-kneed, almost limp in my hands. When I finally finished, I rested against her for a few moments, letting my breathing and my pulse slow. Then I gently pulled out. Morgan began to lift herself upright, but I was quick to draw her into my arms. "My beautiful girl," I whispered, burying my face in her hair. "Thank you for that."

"Thankyou, Daddy," she said. I could hear the smile in her words.

After I retrieved a pack of tissues from the car so Morgan could clean herself up, we both decided we'd been at the park long enough. I drove around aimlessly, not wanting to take her home just yet. Glancing her way, I saw she was leaning back against the seat, her eyes closed. She appeared completely relaxed again, and I wished I could let go of all my worries and doubts, too.

It was as if she sensed me sneaking looks at her, for she opened her eyes and said, "You've gone quiet. Are you thinking with the wrong head again?"

I couldn't help but laugh. How did an eighteen-year-old understand me so well? "I just wish I could ...

... spend more time with you. You deserve more than this, Morgan."

She sat up in the seat, her expression growing serious. "Hey, I knew what I was getting into when I said I'd go out with you tonight. I don't want to cause you any problems, Will. And just in case you're worried about coming inside me, I'm on the pill to keep my periods regular, so we're good, okay? The last thing I want to do is break up your marriage."

"My marriage is already broken," I said, unable to meet her stare. "Sooner or later, one of us will decide to leave, but right now... neither of us is there yet. I know that probably doesn't make any sense."

"It does," Morgan said. I slowed to a stop at a red light, and she reached for my hand. I forced myself to look at her again, afraid I would see judgment or, even worse, anger. But she only smiled. "I don't need to know the details of your marriage. What I do know is that being with you, just like this, makes me happy. Does being with me make you happy?"

I smiled, too, then lifted her hand to my lips. "Very happy," I whispered.

"Then stop worrying and kiss me."

I did as Morgan said, right there while my car idled at the light. She ran her fingers through my hair, moaning as our tongues met. It made me want more of the kiss, more of her. And I realized I no longer cared who might be watching.