[ad_1]

I’m restless and edgy. Fantasizing about you isn’t working anymore. You’ve been gone for too long. We’re arguing more often. The distance between us has left your little whore obstinate and belligerent.

You feel the strain of tension between us the second you cross the threshold into my apartment. The modern-boho design is misleading in its carefree use of colors, textures, and patterns. The motifs of nature paired with earth and jewel tones once embraced a laid-back vibe are now mocking although the sensual, fruity musk of jasmine still fills the air, combining its sweet femininity and masculine wildness in a universally attractive smell. 

I’m wearing a white camisole crop top that hangs loosely under my breasts and teases a peek at my waist. The wide cut of my olive green pants are split on either side up to my thighs revealing the soft porcelain color of my legs. You enter in your favorite hooded sweatshirt and a pair of denim blue jeans that hug your body in all the right places. The jet lag from company travel is visible on your handsome face.

My mind is racing, but I remain seated on the sofa, absent-mindedly playing a game on my cell phone. I refuse to let my eagerness show and instead opt for irritability, the manifestation of my sexual frustration. Daddy, I missed you so badly. I want your strong hands on my body. I want your hard cock inside me. Fuck. I need you.

You sit beside me and are surprised by my apparent disinterest. You press a finger under my chin and pull my face up and towards you. “I missed you, princess,” you say and grin widely. I shirk away silently and return to my game. You aren’t happy. You’re usually amused by my capricious nature, but you will not tolerate rudeness. 

“Sadie, look at me,” you say solemnly. It sends a shiver down my spine. I pout my lower lip. I don’t dare wait another second before turning my eyes to yours, but I quickly wilt under the intensity of your gaze. I abruptly stand and walk to the opposite side of the room. 

You chuckle lightly to yourself as you stand and close the gap between us in a few easy strides. You press your finger under my chin again and raise my face up and towards yours. You smile and look at me affectionately.

SMACK!

I’m not prepared for the lightning fast movement of your palm as you strike me across my face. I gasp and my hand darts to my stinging cheek. Tears well in my eyes. I taste the metallic flavor of blood as it pools from my lower lip. In an instant, you press me against the wall and wrap your hand around my throat. Your other hand travels between my legs and you rub against the barely-there fabric of my pants. My heart races. I like it when you scare me.

“You’re acting like a such a fucking bitch,” you growl. You squeeze my throat and my breath hitches. You’re so hard already and I feel the pressure of your cock against me. You lean and kiss me deeply, tasting the blood in my mouth. 

Breaking the kiss, you whisper, “I’m going to make you fucking scream.” 

Your hips push your cock against me in a delicious swaying, back and forth. You place your other hand against my throat, alongside the first, and squeeze tighter. My tongue peaks out of my mouth as I gag. I can not breathe.

“Da-dd-y?” You squeeze tighter still as the last bit of air leaves my lungs. My vision darkens at the outer edges.

“Isn’t that right?”

You flex your fingers, slightly releasing your grip on my throat and I gasp for air. “Y-yes, yes, Daddy.” 

“Take off your fucking clothes,” you demand as you release me. Your handprints burn red against my fair skin. You smirk as I gulp air greedily. The sudden rush of air into my lungs is nauseating and exhilarating. 

I slide my pants down and casually step out. I pull my top up and over my head. My breasts bounce as they settle against my body. Your hands are on my bare breasts and your attention is directed to my soft pink nipples. 

“Your tits are perfect,” you whisper as your tongue rotates back and forth, teasing me. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” I moan.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” you bark. You tear off my lavender panties and throw them on the floor. I gasp at the sudden fullness as you slide two fingers into my soaking wet pussy. My hips push against your fingers and I stifle a moan.

“Oh…mmmm….”

“You like that? Dirty little fucking whore.”

Your fingers pump inside of me and I feel the pressure building. You know exactly what I like. Your speed quickens. It feels so good. Fuck, fuck! Yes!

You drive another finger inside me and I cry out. Fuck, it hurts! You feel my tight pussy wrapped around your fingers and slow your pace. 

“You’re so wet.” 

“Please, please don’t stop!” Your fingers resume pumping into me, sliding in and out of my pussy quickly. You push into me hard. My cheeks flush. It feels so fucking good. I moan loudly and your hand moves faster. Your fingers fill my pussy. You feel my wet run down your fingers.

“Cum for me, Sadie. Do it right now.” 

My back arches and I scream as I orgasm. My body is overtaken by euphoria and my legs nearly buckle. You pull your fingers out and put them in my mouth. I suck my cream from your fingers between ragged breaths then kiss you deeply.

“Good girl. Your pussy tastes so good.” You pull your sweatshirt over your head and toss it beside my panties on the floor then unbutton the fly of your jeans. Your hard cock pops out as you slide your boxer briefs down your legs to the floor.

I lick my lips and whimper. I want to suck your hard cock. I want you to fuck my pretty little face until you cum in my mouth. I want to swallow every drop of your hot load. You know what I want. You’ve seen that look before. I’m a slut for you. You chuckle under your breath. 

I fall to my knees in front of you and you watch my breasts bounce again. You wrap your fingers at the base of your cock and start stroking yourself, hard. I squirm on my knees and feel the wetness drip from my drenched pussy. I caress my hard nipples with my fingers then gently lift and release my breasts so you can watch. Your breath is ragged as you squeeze your cock harder and keep stroking. 

“Oh fuck,” you moan. The wondered of your cum exploding into the back of my throat is tempting.

“Daddy, please, please.”

“Please what?”

“I want you to cum for me. Cum on my fucking tits, please, Daddy!”

Your breathing is heavy. You’re so close.

“Oh, oh, oh, fu-u-u-ck,” you moan. Beaded ropes of hot cum explode from your tip and splatter across my breasts. I gasp. You tilt your head back and moan loudly as your hand slows around your still hard cock. My chest is doused in your cum. 

“Mmm… Thank you, Daddy,” I say as I dip my finger into the pool of cum and lick it clean. 

“You’re such a good girl,” you pant.

NSFW: yes

[ad_2]