He called me about an hour ago. He let me know he was coming home early and that he was starving; he'd had a long day at work. He said he was coming home to get it. I knew what that meant. I know my man and I know what he needs...when he needs it. And I'm always Daddy's good girl.
I make sure I have on a skirt and blouse, my man's favorite, a skirt. And take myself to the kitchen, my handsome's had a hard day, and he's warned me, he's coming home early to get his fill. I better get to work, he'll be here soon. He already told me.
I hear the back door opening and closing, he walks up the stairs to the kitchen, he looks at me, I flash him my eyes and a mischievous smile. My eyes love the sight of him, he is so fine.
Jesus Christ.
My toes curl at the sight of him. He knows he has me, I'm busted. And my smile widens across my face. I still haven't said anything to him, yet. I'm just staring at this fine man in front of me; I can't believe my eyes sometimes. Standing there, in his suit. He is beautiful, tall and statuesque.
He hasn't said anything to me yet, either. He just looks back at me. Smirking...tentatively. Looking at me, questioning me with his eyes, what do you got going on?
He comes out and asks, "You look guilty, like you've been up to something."
I said, "No..."
"I'm just happy to see you, Baby."
He looks me up and down, studying, questioning, in silence. He's not buying it. He comes toward me, stands behind me, and stretches his arms around each side of my body, locking his hands around the edge of the countertop. With my back to him, moves his face in behind my head, and says it into the back of my head.
"Are you sure...you ain't been up to nothin''...?"
"NO." I said it with more certainty this time. He's really questioning me.
I said it again, "NOOO, Baby."
He just stays there, holds his position, and holds me there. This time, pressing his body firmly up against mine, pinning me firmly between the cabinet and his body. He keeps his face buried in my hair, in the back of my head. I can feel his breath, falling around my head and the back of my neck, it's giving me goose bumps.
Holding me there. Not moving. He takes his hand and pulls my hair into a ponytail, slowly and delicately, then sharply tugs it back and downward. He's holding it back, so I'm off balance, hanging on my heels. He holds me there. He's got my attention. He hovers his mouth over my left ear. I feel the heat from his mouth radiating into my ear. He licks his lips and breaths into my ear. Jesus Christ. I'm in so much trouble.
Fuck.
He just continues this slow hypnotizing breath. In...and out...at my ear. Fuck. My chest and shoulders start rising and falling heavily. Jesus.
My head falls back, hitting his collar bone, and letting out a heavy exhale. He takes his other hand and moves to wrap it around my exposed neck, still holding on to my hair. I swallow hard.
His mouth in my ear, he asks again, "Huh...?"
I've got nothing, I haven't done anything. I haven't done anything wrong.
"Nothing Baby," I replied.
He holds me there a few more minutes, slowly releases my hair from his grip, his mouth pulls away from my ear. Runs his nose over and behind my ear, smelling, studying, questioning, following the contour of my neck, smelling, trying to sniff it out.
He releases my neck. Runs his hand down the front of my blouse and begins unbuttoning, pulls the collar down to expose my shoulder, continuing to smell down the length of my shoulder. He's got nothing on me, there's nothing there. He can interrogate all he wants, I'm clean.
I turn my head to the side and stare at him out the corner of my eye, stern faced, staring back at him as he examines. I'm good, I'm clean. I'm Daddy's good girl, and he knows it. I've been a good girl. I'm loyal, through and through.
He places his palm, to my sternum, spreads his fingers out, across my chest and the base of my collar bones. Runs his other hand up underneath the bottom of my blouse, untucking it at the waist of my skirt. Places his other palm on the center of my back, he owns me there, my naked chest cavity suspended between his two palms. Jesus. Fuck me please. He takes his foot in between my feet and kicks them apart. I obey, widening my legs. Daddy's gonna come get what's his, I can't wait.
He starts to push his right hand forward, lowering me down, to lay my chest on the granite top. He keeps his left hand, palming my chest, catching me, carefully lowering me down to the counter.
Taking his palm from my back and moving to unsnap my lace bra, revealing my breasts, falling out and onto his palm. Running his hand down my back, and across the curve of my ass, on the outside of my skirt, making sweeping rounds, over the curve of my ass and hips, down my thigh, and back up again.
Finally grabbing hold of the outside of my hip. Takes his thigh and burrows it in between my legs. I know what he wants, I widen my legs a little more. He continues rubbing his thigh on the back of my pussy, on the outside of my skirt.
I'm ready.
He circles and rounds his hands a few more times around my ass. Follows the curve down my ass, to my pussy, pats me firmly a few times, then strikes me hard and grips my firm ass, wrenches down on it hard. And pinches the flesh in his grip while he presses his hard cock up against the outside of my thigh. I know. It's coming, I'm gonna get it good. He'll take what he owns and fuck me good.
I can't wait.
I arch my back, and wag my hips back and forth in anticipation for him to penetrate me. I look back at him, wide eyed. My eyes running up and down him, in anticipation to catch his next cue.
Still circling and stroking my ass on the outside of my skirt, his hand falls to my pussy. With the base of his palm planted over my ass, his middle finger and ring finger making small subtle massaging circles over my little hole. Slowly zeroing in onto it. And placing his middle finger only directly over the opening of my little hole. That little string of my panties, barely covering it.
He just lightly rubs up and down, with progressively longer strokes, then takes the edge of his thumb and lightly strums along the length of the soft puffy flesh, perfectly framed by my panties. He's really fucking good at what he does. He knows how to make me bow down and beg for it. It's a shame, I'm such a cock slave to him. He does respect me though, I'm loyal, through and through, I'm his good girl. His woman.
I let out a heavy exhale; he runs his hand up my skirt, and up my thigh. Slides his thumb under the string of my panties and sweeps it aside, bringing his fingers down to my pussy.
Without his cue, I lift up my leg and place my knee on the counter, my titties still falling into his palm, grasping them. Clutching them, my little nipples poking out in between his fingers. Hard cock pressed against my leg. Daddy's ready, too.
He spreads my pussy with his middle and ring finger, stroking up and down. Circling outside that little cunt with his middle finger and then dragging the edge of his thumb up and down outside of my pussy. Yes, I'm ready, Daddy.
He's smitten with my pussy, he loves it. Mmm, it's so fucking sweet when he plays with it like that. Mmm...exhaling.
"OOOO," I whine for him.
He removes his palm from my chest, my naked breasts press against the cold granite, I bring my hands up to brace myself, I know what's coming.
He begins to unbutton and unzip his pants, he holds them at his hips, and moves in closer toward me, his cock brushing up against my inner thighs and on the outside of my pussy. Teasing my little pussy.