#beingherdaddy

This time is precious to me and I'm planning to drag it on for as long as I can, agonizingly slow, just until your hips buck against my fingers.

It's torture for the both of us, my self restraint tested each time you ask for more, or look at me with those eyes that beg to be seen. And for you, it's just the waiting isn't it?

You like that little sense of danger, it makes your pussy drool with just the slightest pressure of my thumb.

I bet you want me to touch you, don't you? Want me to slide my free hand between your legs and explore the mess of slick cum dripping down your thighs.

Maybe I'll gather it up and rub it into your slick cunt, listening to your gasps as your wetness only becomes more evident.

What's wrong baby? Do you need more? Are you needy for daddy's touch?

I'll look right into your eyes while I curl my fingers into your sopping pussy, when your jaw drops to let out a gasp of surprise my my mouth will be there.

I am insatiable, ravenous, starving for you.

I'll dance around your tongue as I probe your cunt with my fingers, letting you moan into my mouth with each thrust.

God, I want to keep kissing you, but you make such pretty noises when my lips are elsewhere.

I want to suck your pink nipples while your hands ball into fists, tugging at my hair as the stimulation becomes too much.

I've never had intimate contact with someone I've loved before you, I genuinely don't understand how to proceed at times. I'm much more self conscious when it comes to pleasing you than I've ever been with anyone else.

I've never craved intimacy or connection like this before. This is all new to me, and I'm constantly worried I'll be too much, scare you away, or just be a stepping stone for you to move on.

I don't know how to tell you my fears, because you've been up front about what this is - and yet, each time we're together it feels different than you say it is.

I signed up to have my heart broken by you, knowing you couldn't commit to me yet, and the more we come to know each other the more worried I get.

As I spend more time loving you, the stress fractures of my heart deepen, growing brittle with each passing day. I need to find a way to temper this glass heart of mine, it's yours and at times I feel you do not want the responsibility.

I tap my foot impatiently and pull out my phone, hoping that my message would distract you, even if just for a moment. "Just thought you should know that I'm having an awfully hard time not thinking about all the pretty sounds you make when I touch you."

I grin when you glance down at the now bright phone screen, my amusement evident as a pink blush creeps up your cheeks as you look around to see where I was sitting. I wink and spin my pencil in my hands as you glance away, my eyes never leaving you for a second.

A few moments later I hear the chime of a new message in my ear buds. I risk a glance down at my phone and see a message from you - "oh my goodness! you can't say things like that! don't distract me while i'm trying to study!"

I smirk at that and give a shrug, pretending to go back to my crossword as I admire you from afar. Not long after you had your nose buried in a book taking notes I sent another message. "Is it distracting you to know that I wanna bury my nose in your pussy and study it just as closely as you're studying that book?"

I see your eyes drawn to the phone screen again, the pink blush returning in an even darker shade as you glare over at me. I stifle a laugh and cover my mouth, not wanting to get kicked out and miss out on all the fun.

A new chime rings clearly in my ear and I smile as I check the message - "fine 😤 if you wanna play games, watch me."

I had absolutely no idea what that message meant until I look over to your table, noticing a shadow beneath the table as your hand slowly slid along your thigh, lifting your skirt up slightly with the movement.

I was in shock, this side of you completely unexpected in this environment - yet fully transfixed as your hand traveled beneath your skirt and I watched your eyes flutter as you touched yourself.