"We gotta talk about something" he said, as he climbed back into the truck. I looked over at his direction, waiting to hear the rest of his thought. "You can't keep fucking me like this."
I almost choked on my water - and laughed at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. He looked at me, his eyes telling me he was joking. "So how am I supposed to fuck you? What does that even mean? Like, should we fuck less?"
"Well I didn't say that" he replied, a smile spreading across his lips. I laughed again at him, as I drove back to the house and got situated with food & drinks. Tequila, floor picnic and some food - we were in for the night. We had played hooky from work that day, unplanned and decided on exploring the city.
After we finished eating, we got comfier on the floor pallet we made. He leaned over to kiss me, his hand gripping my thigh, I leaned in to his kiss and moved closer to him. Physical touch was something we both had shared we enjoyed, but there was something about our interactions that the physical touch only elevated every time.
"So I have a question for you" I said to him, after pulling away from a few kisses. "Go for it" he replied, his eyes slowly moving to lock on mine. "So how should I continue to fuck you? I need to know where my boundaries and limits exist for you."
I had moved from sitting next to him to sitting on my knees in between his legs, my hands rubbing over his legs. A smirk covered his lips as my question penetrated his thoughts, and he playfully scratched at his beard, as if thinking really hard over my question.
"Well, I'm not really sure. But I'm willing to see where the lines could be drawn, if we need them" he replied. A giggle escaped my lips, giving away how much the tequila was already working through my body.
"I'm willing to be the student, if it means I get to learn under your hands" I playfully replied. His smirk turned full on grin, enjoying my reply to him.
"Let's begin then" he suggested. His hands reached out and grabbed at my hips to move me closer to him, motioning to straddle him. Sitting on top of him now, one hand reached down to grip my ass, while the other reached to my neck and pulled me into a kiss. I could feel his dick growing under my thong, pressing against my wetness.
I adjusted myself, spreading my hips further - sinking lower onto him, his dick even harder now. His hand moved from my hip, to reach between us, and into my panties. I could feel my wetness dripping as he slid his finger inside of me. A soft moan escaped my lips against his, and I felt him push another finger into me.
"You have the tightest, prettiest little pussy I've ever enjoyed" he said. Just hearing that from him made my body tingle, and my pussy contracted against his fingers. "Oh yeah?" He asked. His gaze moved to mine again, as he continued fingering me.
I melted against his hand, and shuddered from the sensations he was giving me. He kissed at my face, and he stopped moving his fingers inside of me and put them to my lips. I opened my mouth, and tasted myself off his fingers. He licked his fingers after I did, and smirked.
"Trouble" he said. I giggled at him, and licked my lips. He grabbed my hips, and moved me, allowing him to adjust and he got up, standing in front of me. He moved me to now kneeling in front of him, and also being directly in front of the mirror.
"I want you to see what I see. I want you to watch how pretty you are, when I stick my dick down your throat" he said. "Stick that tongue out - there you go. Mmm, good girl."
His hand was at the base of my neck, my hair wrapped around his fist as he moved in and out of my mouth. The spit was dripping out of my mouth, down my chin and over my body. He reached down to rub my nipple with his free hand, the spit and his fingers making my nipples hard.
Staring up into his eyes from my knees I could feel his dick swell and get harder against my tongue. I continued sucking on him, relaxing my throat to try and take all of him as I could. I enjoyed this part - the more of him I took in, the more I gagged. My mouth and my pussy both got wetter from it - he got harder.
"You like that shit huh? You're my good little slut. You like showing how well you can take Daddy's dick don't you?" He asked, a moan escaped from his lips as he leaned his head back. Undoubtedly savoring this moment he had me in, and the view he had. I hummed in response to his question, the hum giving an additional sensation to him, and allowing me to continue without moving my mouth from his dick.
He reached down to pull my face away from his dick, kneeling to meet me on the floor and pulled me in to him. He kissed me with such force that I gasped and let out a loud moan into his mouth. His hands gripping at my hips to pull my panties off, and laying me on my back, legs spread wide as he moved in between my thighs.
I could feel the tip of him rubbing against my clit, listening to the wetness that he created. I reached up to pull his face to mine, sticking my tongue out for him. He knew what I was asking for, and I knew he'd give it to me.
