thinking about calling husband joel daddy for the first time.
he’s deep inside of you, fucking into you missionary style, your legs tightly wrapped around his hips as his cock constantly strokes that sensitive spot inside of you.
You’re whining, writhing on the bed beneath him, soft sobs breaking through you with every overwhelming thrust. It just feels so fucking good. How is he so perfect at this?
His face is settled into the crook of your neck, his voice a distant rumble in your ear as he talks you through each movement of his cock. His back is slick with sweat, his biceps large and thick either side of your head. And the word just.. slips out.
“Oh, daddy,” you whine, your voice raw and broken when his pubic bone ruts against your clit just right.
Joel pauses. Stills inside of you. And you wonder if you’ve done something wrong. Fuck, you shouldn’t have said that. You didn’t even know whether he was into it or not. You straighten beneath him so his face is out of your neck, your eyes alarmed and face heated in embarrassment. “I’m sorry I— I don’t know why I said that.”
But the look on his face..
You couldn’t tell whether he loved it or whether he was disgusted with you. His throat bobs as he swallows thickly, and you could have sworn you felt his cock twitch within you.
“Daddy, huh?” He asks, his face unreadable. His tone was testing. Like as if he were unsure whether you were serious or not.
Your heart rate picks up, your stomach twisting in anticipation to what he would do. You nod silently, your face still burning and hot to the touch.
Joel rocks his hips forward, angling his cock to drive right into your g-spot. God, he was so fucking good at that. You head tips back as an involuntary moan comes tumbling from your lips at the sensation.
“You want me to be your daddy, angel?” He asks you, his brow starting to bead with sweat. And then, all of a sudden, he has your legs pushed against your chest. The positioning is slightly uncomfortable, but the sensation? God, he felt incredible from this angle. That thick, heavy cock dragging through your most sensitive parts as he fucked you slow and deep.
Your eyes roll back, your mouth working before your brain. “Yes. Yes, Daddy.” You whimper breathlessly. The sound of that word on your lips again has joel groaning low in his throat, his eyes conflicted between looking down at your beautiful pussy or looking up at your gorgeous face.
“Good girl, that’s it,” he praises, leaning down to claim your lips with his own mouth. “Daddy’s here.” He mumbles against them.
