It's good to be the King

I need to lay in bed with you...

Pull me close and wrap your strong arms around me. Let me lay my head on your chest. Drape my leg over your body. Grind my pussy between us. Snuggle into your naked warmth.

I need your hands touching me...

One hand petting my hair and caressing my neck. The other clasped in mine, as I bring your fingers to my lips. Kissing the tips and sucking on them softly. Before taking your thumb into my warm, wet mouth and soothing myself.

I need to hear your deep voice...

Whispering "My sweet, baby girl..." Telling me to breath. To relax and let everything go. Putting my mind at ease. Calming my heart. You are my protector.

I need you to take away my ache...

Tug on the back of my head by my hair, exposing my neck. My lips popping off your thumb with a whine, a tiny moan. Shove two fingers back into my mouth. I know what you want from me. "Mmm my good girl..." I suck harder.

I need you to...

"Shhh. Let Daddy take care of you, baby..."

I moan around your fingers.

You know what's best for me.

𝘔𝘺 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵. ♡

Wait for me.  I have plans for you. painful and bright. I look forward  to your cries,  to the writhing,  to the agonizing uncertainly,  watching your demons and fears come alive,  and ultimately flee,  leaving you, marks and all,  at peace. 

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