Lena: "What's stopping you, then? Get over here. I'm not waiting all night."
My throat closes up as I drop the phone and bolt out the door. Her place isn't far, but the drive's a haze of pure need—I can't get there fast enough. When I pull up, her front door's cracked open, taunting me. It's her silent way of saying she's already spread out, aching for me. I step inside, forcing myself to slow down, but the quick tap of her bare feet down the hall toward the bedroom has my cock straining hard against my jeans. She's playing me like a damn instrument, and I'm already losing it.
I take my time, dragging my fingers along the wall as I pass the other rooms. My mind's nowhere but on her, waiting in that next doorway. When I push it open, there she is—on the bed, posed like she's been planning this for hours. The dim lamp bathes her in a warm glow, her skin shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat. Her tits are heavy, nipples tight and dark, begging to be sucked. Her stomach curves down into that perfect dip that leads right to where she's got me hooked.
Her thighs are splayed wide, pussy glistening like she's been touching herself for ages. Her lips are puffy, soaked, a slow trickle of her wetness sliding down toward her ass. She doesn't even try to hide it—she wants me to see how fucking ready she is. She laughs low, a dirty little sound, and trails her fingers over her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. Her hole clenches every time, right in front of me, like it's begging to be filled. My cock twitches hard. She knows exactly what she's doing to me.
Her eyes lock on mine, burning with raw, fuck-me-now heat. That smirk on her lips—it's pure sin, daring me to dive in, to lick her clean, to slam into her until she's screaming.
"Thought you'd never show, Daddy," she rasps, voice rough like she's already been moaning. Her hand's on her tit, pinching a nipple hard, tugging until her back arches off the bed. "This pussy's been throbbing for you all night. Get over here and fix it."
I kick the door shut and start peeling off my clothes, slow enough to make her squirm. I want her eyes on me, want her burning up just watching. My shirt hits the floor, showing off the scratches she left last time I fucked her senseless. Jeans and boxers drop next, and my cock bounces out, thick and heavy, veins bulging, the tip already leaking.
Her gaze drops straight to it, hungry as hell. She licks her lips, slow and nasty, spreading her pussy wider with two fingers. Her folds open up, dripping, her entrance pulsing like it's trying to suck me in already.
"Damn, look at you," I growl, gripping my shaft and stroking from base to tip with a hard twist. It jerks in my hand. "Daddy's filthy little toy, all spread out and dripping for me. Rub that clit harder. Show me how bad you need it."
She moans, low and desperate, her fingers speeding up into tight, frantic circles. Her hips buck up, juices coating her hand, glossy and slick. Her breath hitches as she bites her lip hard.
"I've been staring at the door for twenty minutes," she pants. "Kept it slow so I wouldn't come without you. Wanted you to see your pussy fucking soaked for you."
I stalk toward the bed, climbing on slow, making her whine with impatience. My knees frame her hips, my cock hovering over her stomach, throbbing and leaking. She lifts her head, tongue flicking out to lap at the pre-cum beading at the tip. The wet heat of it rips a groan from my chest.
Not yet, though. I've got other plans.
I slide down her body until I'm between her legs. My breath grazes her pussy, and she shudders hard. I grab her knees, push them wide, and lower my mouth until my lips just brush her swollen folds.
"There's my girl," I mutter, letting my hot breath tease her. "All open for Daddy."
I drag my tongue up her slit, slow and deep, tasting every inch. She cries out, fingers tangling in my hair, hips jerking up to grind against my face. I lock onto her clit, sucking hard, flicking my tongue over it until her thighs quake. Her slick floods my mouth, dripping down my chin as I eat her like I'm starving.
Her pussy clamps down when I shove my tongue inside, so wet I can feel her cream coating me with every lick. She gasps, voice breaking as I hold her thighs apart and devour her until she's a panting mess.
"Daddy, fuck, I'm gonna come," she begs. "Let me come on your face, please!"
I pull back just enough to give her clit one long, rough lick that makes her whole body spasm.
"Not yet, baby," I rasp, voice thick with want. "I want that mouth first."
I crawl up her body, leaving her trembling and dripping. My cock rests on her stomach, heavy and wet. She grabs it with both hands, stroking it like she's been craving it for days. Then she lifts her head, opens wide, and sucks the tip into her mouth. Her tongue works the underside while her hands twist down my shaft. She goes slow at first, sucking deep until her throat tightens around me. A wet gag spills out as she forces herself lower, moaning around my cock, the vibration shooting straight to my balls.
Her spit drips down her chin, making every stroke sloppy and loud. She pulls off with a gasp, a string of drool connecting her lips to my tip.
"Fuck, you taste so good," she breathes, then dives back in, taking me deeper. Her throat opens, gagging hard when I hit the back of it. The sound's pure filth, and the moan after is even worse.
I grab her hair, guiding her slow, letting her work me how she wants. Her moans grow louder, like sucking me off is getting her wet all over again.
When she pulls back, her eyes are glazed with lust, lips swollen and dripping. "Let me break you, Daddy," she murmurs. "I wanna feel you lose it for me."
I cup her face, thumb dragging rough over her cheek. "You want to talk dirty? Tell me what you need me to do to you."
She holds my gaze, tongue swirling over my tip as she speaks. "I want you to own me. Throw me around, fuck me raw until I can't fucking think. Fill me up, mark me, make me drip with you. I want everything."
Her words hit like a punch.
"Get over here," I snarl.
I pull her up and crash my mouth into hers, tasting myself on her tongue. She groans into the kiss, clawing at my shoulders like she'll shatter if I stop. I flip her around, positioning her how I want—back against my chest, legs draped over mine, ass on my thighs. I hook my hands under her knees and spread her wide, her pussy on full display, dripping and vulnerable.
