The first time I called him Daddy… [FM] [Nonfiction]

I never expected to be dedicating my time to writing fan fic about my fiancé’s cock, but this happened a week or so ago and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

My fiancé and I have been together long enough that we’ve developed that language that all couples develop, with a million little ways to signal to your partner that you’re DTF. Whenever I come to bed in just a top and panties, he knows that I’m horny for him. On this particular night, it was cold so I was wearing a low cut v-neck sweater, which I paired with a black thong. I really wanted to get some dick tonight, and I didn’t want there to be any room for miscommunication.

My fiancé got home from work around 1am and slid into bed beside me. I reached over and rubbed his arm and murmured a hello so he’d know I was somewhat conscious. He rolled over and spooned me loosely, kissing my hair and asking me how my day was. I took his hand in mine and placed it on my bare ass, twisting around to kiss his lips. “My day was good,” I whispered. “How was yours?” He squeezed my ass and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him until my ass was pressed right up against his cock. A high-pitched moan escaped my lips as he squeezed my tits, tracing my nipples with his fingertips. He’s definitely a tit man and it’s lucky for me, because tit play gets my pussy soaking wet.

He kissed the back of my neck and ran his finger across my slit a few times, getting it nice and wet before he began tracing slow, gentle circles over my clit. “My day was okay, baby… I think it’s about to get much better though.” I smiled and guided one of his hands under my shirt to my tits. He squeezed my nipples a few times before yanking down the front of my v-neck sweater, spilling my tits out the front. He spent a few more minutes teasing my clit with one hand, and using the other hand to play with my titties. I reached for his cock but he batted my hand away and pinned me to the bed, slowly kissing his way down my body until he reached my dripping wet pussy.

He kissed my clit gently, making me whimper; he began alternating between kissing and licking my clit and it wasn’t long before my legs were shaking. My eyes rolled back in my head as he continued French-kissing my pussy, and just as I could feel my orgasm building to a peak, he stuck two fingers inside me, immediately finding my g-spot.

“Oh my god — oh fuck, fuck, yes, oh FUCK, yes, oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes OH GOD YESSS I’M CUMMING!” He eagerly lapped up my juices and planted one last kiss on my pussy. When I finally opened my eyes, he was straddling me on the bed and stroking his cock, rubbing his mushroom tip against my pussy. He was sticky with precum and I felt myself get even wetter thinking about how badly I wanted his cum.

He continued rubbing his tip against me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to pull him inside of me. He grabbed me by the hips and kissed me, sucking on my lower lip as he pulled his cock away and began teasing my clit again. He kissed my earlobe and flicked his tongue around inside my ear, and my pussy started to gush juices. I never could resist a tongue in my ear.

He began rubbing my clit as my pussy juices continued to flow. I couldn’t believe how wet I was and as badly as I wanted his cock, I had no choice but to accept the fact that he clearly wanted to make me cum again before dicking me down. He took my face in his hand and kissed me hard, whispering into my lips as the short, measured strokes of his thumb on my clit brought me closer and closer to the edge. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Oh fuck, yes…yes… don’t stop — oh fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna cum!!” My hips were bucking wildly as his fingers traced my clit. My eyes were shut tight as my orgasm racked my body. He continued to stroke my clit gently, his lips planting kisses all along my neck and jawline. I was just coming back to reality when it hit me — FUCK. I called him Daddy. Out loud.

I’ve never done that before. Thought it in my head? Absolutely. Caught myself almost saying it in the past? Oh, you bet. Said it while playing with myself and fantasizing about his big throbbing dick? Please. But I’d never once said it out loud to him, because part of me thought he might not be into it. And that would really fucking bum me out.

His lips were against my ear, sucking on my earlobe gently. “What did you just call me, baby?”

Fuck. So, he definitely heard it. I shook my head slightly, my eyes still tightly closed. Maybe if I ignored the question, he’d sense my embarrassment and let it go?

Suddenly I felt his hand around my throat and my eyes flew open. “I asked you a question, baby. What did you just call me?”

We locked eyes and I choked out, “D-Daddy.”

I saw a little flash in his eye and he planted a long, slow kiss on my lips. “That’s what I thought you said. Is that what you want, baby? You want a daddy to take care of you?” His breath was hot in my ear and on my neck, and I could feel his stiff cock bumping against my clit as I frantically moved my hips trying to connect with his. I wanted his dick inside me, and I wanted him to stop talking. My cheeks were flushed with embarrassment; still, he growled in my ear, “It’s a good thing you’re pretty because you don’t listen very well. Now answer my question: do you want a daddy to take care of you?”

As he asked this, he pressed the tip of his perfect cock against my slit. He kissed my neck sweetly and nibbled on my earlobe. “Is that what you want, baby?”

My lips trembled and I couldn’t meet his gaze, but I nodded my head. He teased the head of his cock over my slit and then in one swift movement, he pushed his entire length inside me. I gasped for breath — I always do when he first stuffs his cock into me, every single time. The feeling is just… divine. He says he’s never measured his cock and I don’t care enough to press the issue, but it is sizable. I’d guess eight and a half inches, and rather thick.

While I was getting used to the feeling of his stiff dick filling my tight hole, he wrapped one arm around around my waist, his other hand squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. “Mmm… that’s… good… baby…” he murmured, kissing my lips deeply between each word. “Let Daddy take good care of you.”

I love when my fiancé fucks me, because he always makes me cum at least twice before he even gets his dick inside me. And so we have this kind of… unspoken agreement, I suppose, that once we start to fuck, it’s more or less all about him. After two orgasms my heart is already racing and my pussy is already throbbing and all I want is to feel him blow his load deep inside me, and so he basically treats me like his own personal little fuck doll, hauling me into whatever positions are conducive to making him cum. And it is so fucking hot.

We started in missionary but he quickly turned me around on my stomach. He grabbed my hips and pulled them back towards him roughly and entered me from behind, barely giving me time to readjust to the girth of his cock before he was pounding me. Face down, ass up, I was seeing stars as he drilled me from behind, his balls slapping against my needy clit and driving me wild. I could tell by his moans that he was getting close to cumming so I reached for my clit, hoping that we might cum at the same time because I knew he would love that. He was fucking me so good I was going cross-eyed and it took all of about five seconds of teasing my clit before I was cumming all over his dick and begging him to reciprocate.

That’s all it took. “Oh, fuuuuuck, baby,” I heard him moan as I felt his cock explode inside me. He panted and groaned as he shot rope after rope of cum into me, and I reached down and grabbed his balls, squeezing them gently to coax out every last drop of his cum. I wanted to milk him dry.

He collapsed on top of me and traced his fingertips up and down the length of my arms, kissing my neck, shoulders and back and sending chills down my spine. We lay wrapped up in each other for a little while before he climbed out of bed.

“I’m going to get a glass of water, do you want one, baby?” I nodded. “Ask me nicely then.”

I cocked my head at him. “Please?” He shook his head. I beckoned him over to me and he walked over to the side of the bed. I squeezed his cock through his briefs and felt it start to grow hard again. I looked up at him with innocent eyes. “Please?”

He bent down and kissed me, pressing his tongue into my mouth, his hands in my hair. “That’s better, baby,” he murmured between kisses. “Ask me so nicely I can’t say no.”

I lay him down on the bed and straddled him, grinding my pussy against his still stiffening cock as I planted soft kisses all over his lips and face. “Please, please, please?” He moaned softly each time my lips brushed his face, and I could tell that he was getting close to pinning me down and fucking me again. I nibbled on his earlobe and purred, “Please, Daddy?”

He opened his eyes and rolled me over onto my back. He kissed my lips and slowly began to trail kisses down my body — between my tits, across my tummy, over my hips, all the way down to my wet pussy. He licked the entire length of my slit and sucked on my clit gently. I moaned and tried to grab the back of his head and push him deeper into my pussy, but he pulled away from me. My pussy was aching with need as he kissed my forehead and stood up. “I’ll be right back with that water for you, baby. Try not to miss me too much…”

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