Daddy and I are in the midst of a fire storm of lust. Lust is ephemeral, it ebbs and flows naturally but right now it is hot and palpable between us. We are three days into some intense connection with no signs of a slow down.
Today we ran errands and had lunch. We just returned and while he used the bathroom, I enjoyed a little rest on the bed checking up on social media. I’m dressed for Daddy today. I have on black tights that have a sexy cross stitch up the leg, a black body suit with a low cut V-neck and a tiny Minnie Mouse skirt of polka dots.
He told me he’d be going out to enjoy a cigar and that we’d nap afterwards in preparation for our evening. Relaxed and easy, I thought. Until he started feeling my ass and thighs through the leggings. He ran his hands over the slinky material then his teeth sank into my ass. Damn, he drives me insane with need. He bit and moved, bit and moved, the material of the leggings doing nothing to impede him or his teeth from making contact with my tender ass. When he bit the sensitive meridian between ass and thigh I clearly yelped. My body and mind reacted to him in a rush.
His hands moved up my back, pushing me into the bed. Over and over, he pushed me down. It felt divine. I love him manhandling me. He grabbed my hair at the back of my head and yanked me up from the bed. “You are a Goddess. You turn me on. You will take this energy and write for me. Is that clear?”
“Yes, yes Daddy. I will.”
“Yes, you will.” He pulled down my pants and unsnapped the body suit. His fingers pushed into my sex. Damn, he sends wildfire through me with his touch. He pumped his finger into my sex and then tasted my juices on him. “Here, you need to taste this too.” His finger plunged in me again and was then presented to my lips. I suckled as commanded.
He pulled down his jeans, he was standing near the bed. He took a handful of my hair and pushed me towards him. My lips wrapped around the dripping head of his cock. I tasted him and moaned. I tasted us together and ached to keep sucking him. He pulled away from me then. “I’ll be back in a hour. Write.”