#dommommy

Craving a sweet, obedient girl… buried between my thighs, her lips wrapped around my clit while she whimpers.

You walk into the bedroom to find me lounging on the edge of the bed, barefoot and in silk pajama shorts, already expecting you. The second you step inside? My arms lock around your waist and yank you down onto the mattress.

I kiss you, hard, hungry - my hands immediately finding the hem of your shirt. I pull it off in one swift motion, tossing it aside without breaking the kiss. My fingers trail down your stomach… then slip beneath the waistband of your pants. No teasing this time, just intent.

I break away just to murmur against your lips: “Lie back." A command, not a request. My palm presses flat on your chest to guide you onto the pillows. I hover over you, my hair falling like a curtain around both of our faces. My fingers finally slide into your pants, warm, familiar as I capture your lips again in another deep kiss.

"You’re so pretty when you’re desperate." My voice is velvet-rough with want.

My fingertips brush the soaked fabric of your panties and for once I don’t tease. Just push them aside and slide two fingers inside without warning. My fingers move with purpose, relentless, deep strokes that make your back arch off the bed. Your breath hitches. "M-Mommy…" a whimper, shaky and needy.

I lean down to kiss your jawline, nipping lightly before saying: “Louder." My thumb presses harder on your clit in tandem with my thrusts.

"Please… please don’t stop! I need.. I can’t-” The words dissolve into a moan as I pick up speed slightly.

I love hearing you unravel, your fragmented pleas, the way your hips jerk up to meet my thrusts. I double down: curling my fingers just right on every push-in.

“I’m gonna.. I’m so close-“ I cut you off with a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as my rhythm turns almost frantic. My free hand pins both of yours above your head - claiming all control.

Right at the peak I slow.. just a little… teasingly dragging it out to make you beg harder. I feel you clench around my fingers - the telltale flutter of an imminent orgasm. I slow to a torturous, shallow rhythm… just enough to keep you hovering.

“No.. no, mommy! Don’t stop- please!" your voice cracks with desperation.

I grin against your neck before biting the skin there: “Beg properly.". My thumb stops moving entirely on your clit a cruel pause as I wait for the right words.

“P-Please let me cum! I’ll be so good, I swear- I’ll do anything!" tears prickle at the corners of your eyes from how badly you need release.

And like a switch flipped my fingers surge into overdrive again. My fingers curl inside you suddenly - deep, deliberate thrusts as my other hand grips your hip to keep you from bucking up too much.

“Look at me," I order. My eyes burn into yours as my fingers pump faster: no teasing now, just relentless friction on that sweet spot.

"Mommy- I’m gonna… I can’t-". Your thighs shake, the coil in your stomach is about to snap.

"Cum then.". A command, not permission.

"MOMMY-!” a cry ripped from your throat as the orgasm crashes over you. Your body convulses beneath my touch, I feel every pulse around my fingers.