Slumber Party

A knock on his office door drew Saladin out of his thoughts.

It was for the best. He had been staring at the same email for the last hour hoping it would make more sense the longer he sat with it, but no luck. That bastard Codatorta was going to get an earful from him tomorrow for the arrogance of such a request. For now, all Saladin could do was close his laptop and take a break.

"Enter."

Flora came flouncing into his office, brightening up the space immediately with her sunny smile. She wore one of his favorite outfits today: a green crop top with a pink strawberry print skirt. It was the outfit she wore when his nephew, Helia, introduced her to the family for the first time. The first time he ever laid eyes on her. Granted, this was years ago and she was a different woman back then. Flora had grown not only more beautiful and more mature since that fateful day, but also far more sensual.

"What can I do for you, my dear?"

"I wanted to make sure everything was alright," she said, taking a seat upon the edge of his desk. Just last week he had fucked her across a very similar surface. The idea of a repeat performance was...appealing. "Dinner's nearly done and you haven't come out of here all day."

"A minor work problem is all, nothing to worry about." He smiled at her, willing her to take him at face value. Not that he was lying, it was just that Flora worried about everything and he didn't want her to lose her pretty smile. "I'll be down shortly."

It was dinner time, and his stomach rumbled at the smell of the roast fresh out the oven. Flora was a vegetarian, so likely the meat was a substitute of some kind, but it smelled like the real deal and it wasn't hard to make such accommodations when Flora was a spectacular cook.

Despite the reassurance, Flora remained on the edge of his desk. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Is there anything else?" he asked.

"I was wondering if it would be okay to have my friends over Friday night."

"Your friends?"

"Bloom, Musa, Tecna, you know - the girls from my university class."

It would be a lie to say he'd heard those names before. He and Flora lived very separate school lives on purpose. The less they knew about each other's academic lives the better they could avoid a scandal or anyone piecing together their unorthodox relationship. Saladin knew Flora had friends, but to bring them over would be a risk that put their whole arrangement in jeopardy. Surely, she had to know that.

"And what would you and your friends be doing here on a Friday night?"

Saladin supposed he should count himself lucky. Most young women would like to spend their weekends at the club or traveling to a different city or lounging on a beach in a skimpy bikini.

"Staying in, watching movies, catching up. It's been so long since we had a girl's night. Aisha's got engaged and I don't even know the guy," she lamented, pulling out the puppy dog eyes that always got her what she wanted. "None of the other girls have a place big enough to have us all over."

"Hmmm, so you want to have a little slumber party in my house, is that it?" Saladin surmised with a smirk and a throaty laugh. He pulled Flora close to him, until she was sitting on his lap like a child making a wish from Santa Claus. This exact position was what got them in their particular arrangement in the first place. By the hitch in Flora's breath, the irony wasn't lost on her.

Saladin traced a finger up Flora's thigh. "And what do your friends think about you living here?"

"They think I rent a room from you," Flora said, her cheeks flushing bright red as she ducked her head, following his fingers. His hand reached higher, pushing up her skirt. "That you're my landlord and nothing else."

"Your friends don't know I live here too? They don't know that we share the same bed?" He cupped her through her panties. "They don't know that this tight little pussy is mine to take morning, noon, and night?"

"No Daddy," she gasped. "You said that was our secret."

"You're right, sweetness. I did say that." What a good girl she was, how prettily she obeyed orders. "Our little secret."

He pushed her panties aside and dipped two fingers into her wetness. Flora yelped at the intrusion, then leaned back and moaned as he started to fuck her with those fingers. She must have already fingered herself today, taking two without problem, then three, moaning and bouncing on his knee as he pumped into her.

Thoughts flooded his mind of Flora lying on her back, on her bed, with her hand between her thighs. Her panties down around her ankles, her shirt pushed up around her armpits. Her own fingers moving between her puffy pussy lips, glistening with her arousal. Disappearing in and out of her body as she tried her best to emulate his cock.

She would never be able to give it to herself as good as he did, and she knew it.

That's what made her so desperate.

That's what made her follow him as he pulled her up and towards the bedroom.

The bed was still unmade from where they had ruined it last night, the evidence of their lovemaking dried on the sheets. They really needed to be changed, but neither of them cared right that moment. Saladin was too busy trying to get out of his trousers and Flora out of everything else.

"Dinner - "

"Will keep," Saladin said, pulling her shirt over her head and freeing her breasts. "This erection will not."

He latched himself to her nipple, sucking and licking with fervor. Flora mewled and held him to her chest, pulling him down until they both fell upon the bed, Saladin's weight crushing her. Flora did not complain and kept him where he was as he suckled on her tit.

Heat grew between them and Saladin's erection grew with it. He rutted against Flora's hip as he tweaked her breasts, pinching and playing with her nipples as she laughed and gasped. He loved the sounds he could pull from her, loved how many different sounds she could make: A breathy moan when he licked her ear. A plea for more when he lapped at her chest. A high-pitched squeal when he used his teeth. All perfect and for his ears alone.

Finally, he got his belt undone. He threw it to the floor along with Flora's skirt and panties. There was no time to waste. He'd waited long enough already.

He took his cock in hand and rubbed her pussy with it, teasing little thrusts that had her hips jumping. She was so wet his head was already glistening, dripping with her desire. Beautiful.

"My cock has been so lonely babydoll, waiting for you to invite me in."

"You can come in me anytime." Flora spread her legs wider. "Please, Daddy, I need you."

"Mmmmm so polite."

How could he deny her when she asked so nicely?

Saladin took his cock and pushed inside her with one long thrust. Flora lurched forward, nails biting into the skin below his bellybutton as she tried to hold on. She came with his name on her lips when there was nothing left to take, body shaking through her pleasure as he seated himself balls-deep inside her.

It was intoxicating to watch her fall apart so easily. Flora was so, so easy. Some days all Saladin had to do was touch her clit once and she was squirting like a faucet. Everything and anything worked on this girl.

He was one lucky bastard.

"What do you say now?" he asked, stubble scraping across her jawline.

"Thank you, Daddy," Flora whimpered, writhing underneath him, begging for more. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"That's right. Thank me for fucking you. Thank me for putting this cock in your tight little pussy."

He fucked her in earnest, shaking the headboard with his thrusts. Gone was the man who touched her gently, who caressed her with teasing strokes and feather-light brushes. Flora went out and told the world she was a free woman. He needed to correct that, if only for the two of them.

Let her never forget who she belonged to.

"Look at you, so good for me," Saladin grunted, thrusting into Flora as deeply as he could. "Daddy's little cum bucket."

"Oh, oh Daddy..."

"You're doing so good baby. You feel so good around my cock."

"Please Daddy! I need it! I need you to cum in me!"

Her wish was his command.

He couldn't hold on any longer. Not even the power of the little blue pill could keep his cock hard enough to fuck this goddess a second longer. He came inside her with a shout, praising her name over and over again as he filled her up. Euphoria washed over him as he came down from his orgasm, reveling in the warmth and softness of his perfect Flora.

Pulling out was torture. It was a crime that he ever had to live without his cock stuffed in Flora's cunt. It was where he was meant to be. But the mess he left behind: his semen leaking from her pussy in thick, creamy globs, her fingers running through the mess to take a taste for herself...that was worth the loss.

"You're beautiful," he said, kissing her inner thigh.

"Thank you, Daddy." She ruffled his hair, ran her fingers across his cheek and down his chin. "I love you."

Three simple words, yet Saladin's world shattered.

He could hardly believe his ears, his heart galloping faster than it had when he was fucking her. It was one thing to say things in the heat of the moment, but this was after. This was post-coital bliss and Flora looked so angelic, so perfect with her hair haloed upon the pillow and her skin glowing slick with sweat. She had no reason to say it, nothing to gain and no hormones to cloud her judgement.

It was just her.

"Say it again."

"I love you," she said, her smile never leaving, her eyes only growing warmer and more sincere. "I love you. I love you."

The more she said it, the more he started to believe. His walls cracked. The crack split the armor around his heart in two, cleaving it open to absorb that love. It was astounding. Something he hadn't felt in a long, long time. So beautiful he could cry.

Whatever did he do to earn a blessing like Flora?

"I love you too. So much. You don't even understand. The way you make me feel..." There were no words sufficient enough to describe the warmth and joy suffusing Saladin's chest. A feeling that he long thought was beyond his reach, resigned to a loveless future. He would do anything to keep that feeling. Anything. "You can have your slumber party. I'll find somewhere else to be Friday night. Faragonda had been hounding me about visiting the farm. Perhaps now is a good time to make the trip."

Sparks flew in Flora's eyes. "I don't deserve you."

He kissed her belly.

"I think you'll find it is me who does not deserve you."