Daddy carried me to his room. We passed my room on the way and I said a quiet goodbye to everything in it. He kicked open the door and placed me gently on his bed, my shirt still around my waist and the button to my jeans open just enough to see there was nothing beneath them.
“You really are the prettiest girl in the world,” he said, sitting down next to me.
“Prettier than Mariko? The hottest fuck of your life?”
“She was pretty hot, and she knew what to do with her mouth…”
“Daddy!” I cried as I punched him on the shoulder.
“What? I have to hear about you fucking some boy this afternoon, but I can’t tell you about a tiny little blow job I got back in college?”
“I only did that because I wanted you,” I whispered.
“I’ll try to remember that next time.”
I kissed him against before lying down on his bed and unzipping my jeans. They rested right below my hips and it wouldn’t take any effort at all for me to have them on the floor in seconds.
“Do you want to take them off?” I asked. My thumbs hooked on the waistband.
“Babygirl, this really is a bad idea. You’re beautiful, and I love you, but we’ve drunk almost three bottles of wine, and having sex is probably not the wisest choice.”
“Do we always have to make the wisest choice?” I asked, reaching out a hand and rubbing him through his pants. He let out a sigh as I reached for his zipper, but he put a hand over mine and held me still.
“Tell me what you want,” he said looking right at me.
“You.”
“Tell me why.”
“Because I love you and you love me, and this cock feels better than any of the other’s I’ve felt.”
“That’s encouraging dear.”
“And if you don’t fuck me, then I’m going to go crazy. And I’ll most likely have to fuck every boy I meet just to hear them whisper Babygirl into my ear as I pretend it’s you.”
“You wouldn’t do that.”
“No, I’m done with boys. I’d have to find someone older to fuck me. Maybe someone your age. Someone I already know.”
Before I could finish the sentence his hands were on my jeans and he was pulling them off my hips with an energy I didn’t know he had. He threw them onto the floor and knelt over me as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Without pause, he lifted my tank top as well and suddenly I was completely naked beneath him. I was scared and embarrassed. I covered my breasts with my hands as he looked down at me, but he pulled them away. He pulled one of my hands to his pants as he undid his own belt, and I couldn’t help watch as he slowly pulled it off.
I tried to cover myself with my other hand, but he pinned me to the bed and almost growled as he leaned down to bite my neck and kiss my lips. He held them firmly over my head as he kissed me, and then he moved down until my nipple was between his teeth. His tongue flicked over it, and his lips teased it. He bit me and caressed me with equal authority, and I didn’t know what the fuck to do.
“Don’t cover yourself up in front of me,” he growled when he finally sat up. I was just about to move my hands back over my chest, but his look was intense and I held them where they were above my head.
“There’s a good girl,” he said as he ran his fingers down my body, between my breasts, around my belly button, and then into the small patch of hair above my pussy. He twisted the hair between his fingers and without warning pulled just hard enough to make me scream.
“Oh God, Daddy,” I whimpered, unsure if I wanted him to stop or pull harder.
No matter what I wanted, it was him who undid his pants and slowly pulled out his cock in front of me. I stared at him, unsure of what to do until he took one hand from over my head and slowly brought it down towards him. He pulled it up to his strong bare chest, slid it down his stomach, and before I knew what was happening my fingers were wrapped around my Daddy’s thick cock and he was pulsing beneath me.
He closed his eyes when I finally touched him, but I wanted to see it all. I wanted to stare at his cock until I went blind, and now that I had my hands on it I never wanted to let him go.
The hand on my stomach moved lower as he lifted himself up onto his knees, and I suddenly knew what he was going to do. I squeezed him harder, feeling the texture of his cock as my hand slid up and down it, and then I let out a moan I have never heard before.
He slid two fingers up along the outside of my pussy, one on each side, with his thumb following up the middle. He pushed it inside me as he looked down at our bodies and the sounds just kept coming from my throat.
“Daddy, I want to taste you,” I finally whispered.
The truth was I was going to lose it if he kept touching me. I did want his cock in my mouth, but more importantly I needed him to stop so I could breathe. I needed him to let go so I could find some will of my own.
“I think I get to go first,” he replied, and then I saw stars. I like to think that I remember the feel of his breath on me as he teased me for long moments, but the truth is I remember his tongue and his lips. I remember wet on wet and the feeling of him opening me up beneath him as his fingers pushed inside me and his tongue pressed so hard against my clit I thought I might pass out.
I honestly have no idea how long he stayed there, but I must have come six or seven times. His fingers were perfect, his lips amazing, but his tongue? Holy fucking shit does he have a tongue on him. He was inside me and around me without me understanding a thing. He circled my clit and pressed against it, and with each pass, I shuddered and screamed. Whenever he was in the place I needed it most he kept it there, holding my hips with his hands as he ate me, and I think I must have passed out at least once.
When I opened my eyes he was laying next to me, and I wasn’t sure if he was crying or I was.