“Shit, baby. You’re going to make me come talkin’ like that.”
The word just slipped out. But that’s how I see him. My big daddy. The big burly older man who takes such good care of me and treats me like a sweet princess. Plus, Teagan told me guys like to be called that word. It makes them feel dominant.
“I like it when you come,” I purr. “I especially like it when you rub your seed all over my nipples and between my legs. You make me such a dirty girl.”
“I like dirtying you up. Do you know why?”
“Why?” I rub my fingers faster, clicking my clit in time with the stroke of his hand.
“Because then I get to give you a bath and watch you get that little pussy clean, while I soap up your little tits.”
I love my bath time with him. It gets him so excited. To the point he’s bending me over the edge and burying his face right between my cheeks.
“I like it when you wash me,” I moan.
“You get me so fucking hot, angel. You make daddy’s dick so hard I can’t take it.”
I’m almost there. I can feel it tightening.
“Prop your phone up and let me watch, angel. I need to see my little girl as she gets off.”
I sit forward and grab my two schoolbooks, then lean my phone up against them, right with the perfect view between my legs.
“I wish you were here touching me.” I run my fingers through my folds, circling my entrance before I slip inside, getting my fingers nice and lubed. I run them back up to my clit and play with the little button. Trying to mimic all the things Bones does.
“You have no idea how bad I wish I were there. You’re so swollen, baby.”
“I know. It’s been like this all week. I need you to suck on me. I want you to get me all worked up. And then…” I squeeze my clit between my fingers, applying just enough pressure to make me moan. “I want you to flip me over and rub that cock over my forbidden spot and make a mess of me.”
“Fuck, baby. I’m about to go off.”
“I want you to get so worked up that you can’t control yourself and you force it into me.”
“Shit. Shit. Shit. Goddamn that mouth of yours is trouble.”
I love hearing how much I affect him. He’s working his dick harder now. Pumping faster. The muscles of his forearm straining.
“I want you to force that big thing in and then tell me to be a good girl and rub my clit.”
I’m working myself up with my words, imagining being pinned down. My face in the pillow. His big dick taking me from behind. The bite of pain along with the delicious pressure building as he splits me open. I can almost feel his hot breath at my ear, those teeth scraping against my lobe as he tells me to be a good girl and touch myself.
“I do as I’m told wanting to be good for you. Wanting to make you happy. And then…” I rub myself faster, soaking my sheets, my clit pulsing. “You grope my breast and tell me that it’s time to come now. And as my stomach starts to tighten, you praise me for being so greedy for your cum.”
I shatter apart. My orgasm hits like a train. Slamming into me. I bite my tongue on a gasp, struggling to keep quiet as mybody thrashes under the pressure of my fingers. His groans in the background as he praises me for wetting my sheets, hits me with another wave of pleasure. I’m out of breath, panting so hard as I try to recover.
The creak of the floor outside my room has me grabbing my phone and rushing into my closet to get dressed. “My dad is coming. I have to go.”
“Shit. Okay, baby. Call me before you go to sleep. I want to tuck my little one in for the night.”
“I will. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
I hang up and finish getting dressed then climb on my bed and open my book, pretending like I’m studying.
The knock on my door causes my heart to pound. I’m still out of sorts from the force of my orgasm. Having to hold a coherent conversation with my dad at the moment is making me nervous.
“Come in.”
