Our evening rolls by until the sun sinks beyond the horizon. I know he's getting ready to tease me about it being past my bedtime. As if on cue, his eyes glint before taking my hands to tuck me in. I feel the same electricity as the first time we touched and wonder if he feels the same thing. The way he pulls me in to kiss says he does.
I smile into his lips, gripping his shirt in my hands. "Please," I mumble into his mouth.
My breath hitches when his hands grip into my skin. He's grabbing at my body like he might run out of time to touch it all. I'm intoxicated by him, swept up by his arms. As quickly as he wrapped me up, he pulled away. The glint from earlier has shifted to hunger and the blood in my head has abandoned ship for more important endeavors. I am locked in his gaze.
"Strip," he directs as he pulls his shirt off.
Desperation motivates my movements to be clumsy, but I get undressed all the same. I need more of him. His hands are on me again, one gripping my hip and the other on the back of my neck. I'm squirming in his hold on me, but that only makes him grip tighter. My pussy is throbbing. My fingers wrap around his cock and, suddenly, all of me is throbbing. He's so hard for me. I drop to my knees, my mouth nearly watering at the sight. I look up at him with a grin before showering his cock in kisses.
"Fuck, you're such a good slut," his head tips back as he encourages me.
I take his cock into my mouth. The taste and smell completely take over me. All I can think is how much more I want. I moan around the girth of him, feeling him in the back of my throat. His fingers grab my hair as he starts to fuck my face.
"That's my good fucking girl," his hands bobbing my head for me. "Choke on Daddy's cock."
I do.
It feels so fucking good. My brain empties out of anything except this moment. His words. The way he feels. Drool runs down his cock and my chin. He pulls me off his cock, rubbing it over my face. I bury my smile in his balls, moaning and running my hands up and down his thighs. For a moment, I wonder if he's going to cum on my face, but instead, he grabs my arm and pulls me up. My breath is ragged and my lips can still feel where he was fucking them moments before.
"Bend over the bed," his voice makes me shiver.
I turn around and his hands grab my arms, pushing me over. The way he moves my body where he wants so effortlessly melts me. I feel the weight of him pressing into me.
"Tell me how bad you want this cock," his lips are against my ear and I can feel his hard cock on my skin.
"So bad, please, I need it," I murmur feverishly with a wriggle. "Please give it to me, Daddy." I can hear the angst in my own voice as though I don't know if he'll let me have it this time.
His cock slides against my wet pussy lips and I do my best to push back, but his arms are holding me in position. Finally, I feel the overwhelm of him filling me up. As his cock bottoms out, his fingers wrap around my throat. Claiming me. He pulls out only to tighten around my throat and thrust back inside. I whine and moan as he fucks me into the mattress. I'm already so close to cumming.
"Lay there and take it you slut," between his words and his cock, I feel helpless. "You're such a perfect fucktoy, I'm gonna fill you up with cum, breed my little whore."
His mouth pushes me over the edge. My first orgasm washing over me in waves as I clench around him. He's relentless in his pounding while I cry out his name.
"Say my fucking name," he chokes me harder as I try.
