“Start with your mouth. Kiss me like you mean it.”
Veda rose up on her knees on the seat, leaned in, and pressed her lips to mine, tongue sliding against mine.
It was warmth and velvet and everything I hoped it would be.
I let her lead for maybe ten seconds before I took over, kissing her harder, tasting her lipstick and the coffee she drank an hour ago.
When I pulled back, her eyes were glassy.
“Good,” I said. “Now the tie. Loosen it. Don’t take it off.”
Her fingers went to the knot where they tugged until the silk hung loose around my neck.
Then she waited, eagerly watching my eyes for her next command while she bit her lip.
My heart was pounding so hard, I felt it pulse in my dick.
“Shirt. Three buttons. That’s all you get.”
She undid the top three, slowly, like she was scared to go further.
The fabric parted just enough to show skin. She leaned in again, mouth on my throat, little open kisses that made my pulse jump.
“Lower,” I told her.
She kissed down to the first open button, then the second, tongue flicking out.
As she did, I undid the fly of my slacks and guided her hand into them where she started stroking lazily, and my hips bucked into her touch involuntarily. My God, I was going insane at this pace.
“You’re dripping down your thighs,” I said against her ear. “Look at you. Already soaked and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Her breath caught. “I’m sorry, Daddy, but you make me so horny.” God, the way she called me that drove me wild. It was intoxicating, a fetish I'd only recently acquired, and Veda made it easy to jump right into the role play and feel powerful.
“Don’t be sorry. Be useful, baby girl. Keep that hand moving…"
She nodded, started that slow glide again—up, twist, down. Up, twist, down.
I let her do that for a full minute, maybe two, just watching her face, the way her cheeks went pink every time her thumb brushed my head.
I was already on the edge, precum literally oozing out of me with every stroke while she licked her lips and her eyes flicked from my dick to my eyes.
“Tell me what you want,” I said.
“I want you inside me.”
“Not yet,” I said, voice low. “Tell me again, and this time, make it pretty.”
Veda’s eyes shimmered as she grinned at me, and my body already anticipated how dirty she was going to be. “I want you inside me. Daddy, please… I need it so bad.” That perfectly pouty face did me in.
I slid my hand under the hem of her skirt, found the soaked lace between her legs, and hooked my fingers in the crotch. One hard yank and the seam ripped clean open with a sharp tear.
Veda gasped, eyes going wide.
I reached inside my jacket, pulled out the foil packet, and tore it open with my teeth.
She watched, chest heaving, while I rolled a condom down my length.
“There,” I rumbled, then I gripped her hips and dragged her forward. "Now climb on me—knees right here.” I patted my thighs.
