Our evening rolls by until the sun sinks beyond the horizon. I know he's getting ready to tease me about it being past my bedtime. As if on cue, his eyes glint before taking my hands to tuck me in. I feel the same electricity as the first time we touched and wonder if he feels the same thing. The way he pulls me in to kiss says he does.
I smile into his lips, gripping his shirt in my hands. "Please," I mumble into his mouth.
My breath hitches when his hands grip into my skin. He's grabbing at my body like he might run out of time to touch it all. I'm intoxicated by him, swept up by his arms. As quickly as he wrapped me up, he pulled away. The glint from earlier has shifted to hunger and the blood in my head has abandoned ship for more important endeavors. I am locked in his gaze.
"Strip," he directs as he pulls his shirt off.
Desperation motivates my movements to be clumsy, but I get undressed all the same. I need more of him. His hands are on me again, one gripping my hip and the other on the back of my neck. I'm squirming in his hold on me, but that only makes him grip tighter. My pussy is throbbing. My fingers wrap around his cock and, suddenly, all of me is throbbing. He's so hard for me. I drop to my knees, my mouth nearly watering at the sight. I look up at him with a grin before showering his cock in kisses.
"Fuck, you're such a good slut," his head tips back as he encourages me.
I take his cock into my mouth. The taste and smell completely take over me. All I can think is how much more I want. I moan around the girth of him, feeling him in the back of my throat. His fingers grab my hair as he starts to fuck my face.
"That's my good fucking girl," his hands bobbing my head for me. "Choke on Daddy's cock."
I do.
It feels so fucking good. My brain empties out of anything except this moment. His words. The way he feels. Drool runs down his cock and my chin. He pulls me off his cock, rubbing it over my face. I bury my smile in his balls, moaning and running my hands up and down his thighs. For a moment, I wonder if he's going to cum on my face, but instead, he grabs my arm and pulls me up. My breath is ragged and my lips can still feel where he was fucking them moments before.
"Bend over the bed," his voice makes me shiver.
I turn around and his hands grab my arms, pushing me over. The way he moves my body where he wants so effortlessly melts me. I feel the weight of him pressing into me.