Me.
His Rose.
“Fucking. Perfect.”
He kisses up my thigh. Gets close to my pussy then stops, gently circling my hole with his finger.
“Be a good girl and tell Daddy what you want.”
“Lick my clit,” I moan, the nerves sliding away. “And finger me at the same time. Please, Daddy.”
“I love how confident you’re getting.”
And I love you, full stop.
He sucks on my clit as he slips his finger inside of me again. His hand pumps relentlessly as he showers my needy nub with attention. The room fills with slick wet noises. My body. His mouth as he groans and feasts on me.
“Go crazy, Daddy.” I somehow push the words out past my shivering moans. “Claim me like you mean it, Duh-Duh …”
I can’t speak.
He goes into overdrive.
The bed protests as he pumps his hand obsessively. His tongue is a burning brand against my clit, flickering like flames. Scorching me so that pleasure signals drive through my entire body.
The stress and the fear and the doubt—gone.
There’s nothing but this wild chase toward pleasure.
I thread my fingers through his hair. Grind my hips in time with the motion of his obsessed tongue and hand.
My world becomes the inside of a star. Heat like this was never meant for girls like me. I’m trapped in an inferno, sweat covering my whole body. And I don’t want to be free.
The release makes me creamy and somehow slicker. I lock my thighs around his head, trapping him. Grinding and crying out as the release flows out of me.
He slips one hand between me and the bed. Palms my ass as he greedily sucks on my clit and finger-fucks me into oblivion.
I lie back, gasping, struggling to catch my breath.
He stands and tears at his clothes. His hands work desperately, buttons flying as he reveals his muscular torso. I finally get hold of myself and lean forward. Tug at his belt and pull his pants down.
His huge manhood springs up, a dollop of precum clinging to his end.
I grab it and rub my hand quickly. Urgently. The tingling between my thighs becomes a storm I can’t ignore.
“Remember, this is about you being a good girl and taking the lead for Daddy.”
He sits on the bed, shifts up, props himself against some pillows with his huge hard dick pointing up. He raises his eyebrow in a challenge. Nerves still cling to me, but they’re distant.
He takes it all away.
“Does Daddy want me to ride him?”
“More than anything,” he snarls, his tatted hand stroking his length. Spreading the precum so all ten inches glistens.
I climb onto the bed, walking on my knees until I can straddle him.
He rests one hand on my hip and keeps the other on his hard cock.
