I slide one hand in his briefs and use the other to push them down his sculptured ass and thighs. His head falls back on my shoulders as I slowly caress his pulsing dick with one hand and play with his left nipple with the other.
“Daddy I’ve been so distant and I’m sorry,” I apologized while stroking him from the head to the base and back again.
“Fuck,” he grunts as his hand joins mine to jack his hard dick until it makes a mess in my hands.
“I love being responsible for your pleasure. I love holding your release in the palm of my hand—literally.”
I take the hand playing with his nipple and ease it in and out his hot mouth until it’s perfectly wet. I ease my finger between his ass expecting him to tense up. He relaxes—allowing me to gently circle his rim as we chase his release.
“Let it go Daddy. I need to know you need me to make you cum. I need to know I’m still your perfect little slut,” I moan against his neck.
“Push it in Baby. Make Daddy cum,” his voice strangled with lust.
I slowly push into him—stroking him from the front and back—his body trembling.
“It’s right there My Love. I feel you near the edge.”
A roar rips from his chest as his seed spills all over my hand and his. I continue to pump my finger in and out until the last of his release lands on my hand.
He turns to face me. His breathing still ragged as he stares down at me. Never one to shy away from finishing what I start—I lick every drop of him from his hand and mine.
“Mmmm,” my delight evident.
“You good?” he asks.
I nod slowly. “Great.”
My hands move lower. I circle his waist with palms flattening over his stomach before sliding back up.
“You look good,” I say quietly.
He smirks faintly. “I know.”
I roll my eyes playfully and press my lips to his in a passionate lip lock.
“You look like a man about to bid too much money in Lena’s name.”
He exhales softly. “For her? Always.”
I lean my forehead against his spine for a moment.
“I’m nervous,” I admit.
His hand reached to cover mine.
“You’re going to be amazing up there.”
“What if I cry?”
“Then you cry.”
“What if my voice shakes?”
“Then it shakes.”
His eyes are full of love. His hands settle on my hips to comfort me.
“You think Lena would want you composed?” he asks gently.
