i’ve dozed off next to you, my ass on full display and my breathing soft and light. we had been smoking all night and i had gotten needier and more submissive with every hit before my eyes drifted shut. but you were still awake, watching me close, hand rubbing yourself softly through your jeans, your need for me apparent.
i shift slightly in my sleep and let out a tiny whimper. your brain begins to wander to all of the things i might be dreaming about that could’ve elicited the need on my lips. you think about how much i had begged to get on my knees for you earlier, kissing your neck and whispering in your ear how bad i wanted you to use me to get off. how my lips feel wrapped around your fingers, covered in my arousal, or around your cock, signing my name with my lipstick all over you. you wonder if i’m dreaming about the way you fill me up so good, fucking me rough and hard after hours of teasing me, my red ass evident of the brattiness you spanked out of me. picturing my innocent doe eyes locked with yours as i whine that i need you to own me and cum inside my tight little pussy.
with a bit of a growl you move above me, your wandering imagination finally making it too hard to resist my soft and vulnerable body. you have no doubt i’m already soaking- you could smell the desperation on me all night. but even when you know how needy i am, you’re not one to give me what i want too early in. you let your fingertips graze my shoulders, gently sliding the straps of my silky tank top fall down, replacing them with the warmth of your lips on my collarbones. even from that touch, you feel me move up into you just a bit, pulling you deeper into my need.
as your mouth works to mark my skin, your hands wander down my breasts, across my stomach, hooking into the waistband of my panties. you can see the wet spot i’ve made a mess of and almost groan with pleasure. your little girl is always so responsive to your touch, but sometimes you still go a bit feral knowing that my body is all yours to own like that. you want to rip the lace write from my body, but force yourself to slide them off slowly instead, watching the steady rise and fall of my breath.
but fuck. once they’re off and you see my lips, spread wide open, needy, dripping, desperate for you? you can’t take it anymore. you lean forward to grab my hair while slamming 2 fingers in my pussy, and my eyes open, still a bit glazed from our high and my sleep, but my mouth opens wider as you quickly make it hard to remember my own name. hard to remember anything except for “daddy fuck.”
“manners babygirl,” you coo into my ear with a soft nip of your teeth. “what do you tell daddy when i touch your pussy?”
“fuck fuck, thank you daddy, thank you. fuck it feels so good.”
“mmmmm that’s my good girl.” you growl as you continue fucking me with your fingers, loving the feeling of me coming undone underneath you. i need more though, i need your cock.
“daddy please, please fuck me with your cock, please. i need your dick inside of me so bad, please fuck me.”
i know you can’t resist when i beg and whimper so sweet like that for you, and before i know it you’re on top of me.
and then you’re fucking me. oh baby, you fuck me so fucking good. you hit every right spot to make me scream. you own my body so well, you know every weakness. i’m close before i know it and begging for release, and when you finally moan in my ear “cum for me babygirl. cum for daddy”, every inch of me feels electric, as i clench hard on your cock and my legs shake under your hands. as soon as i’ve finished, you pull out, leaving me shaking and whimpering, my eyes closed in bliss.
but when i open them, i see you over me again, rope clutched in your palm and a gag dangling off your finger.
“oh princess. daddy‘s just getting started.”
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