You press me against the wall and kiss me. Your hardness presses into me and I roll my hips into it greedily. Our kissing intensifies and I bite your lip, pulling you closer.
I want to sink into your skin, mingle with you until my pleasure-pain and your pain-pleasure is shared, is ours. I want to feel everything you do in this moment.
I pull your shirt off desperately. I need you inside me with an intensity I can’t put into words. Instead I start work on your belt, until you gather my hands and pin them above my head. I take you in hungrily with my eyes because you hold me helpless.
Your lean body, those arms that cradle and discipline me. Your hands – I never stop thinking about how they feel inside me, and spanking me, and pinning me in place. Like they are now.
And finally, your gorgeous fucking face. The one I’d do anything to see buried between my legs right now.
“Had a good enough look princess?” You enquire teasingly.
I nod mutely.
You laugh softly and strip me. I open my mouth to protest, pouting at the unfairness and you put a hand over my mouth.
“Hush angel,” you say, and suddenly rock yourself between my legs. I mewl – a thin, breathless cry – and try to push back into you.
“Such a hungry little whore,” you croon. “You can’t wait to have my cock buried inside your pretty little pussy can you?”
I shake my head.
“Someone isn’t very talkative today, are they? Do you need something to loosen your tongue?”
You’re already pushing my head down, forcing me onto my knees. You’ve let go of my hands and I reach out eagerly to continue undoing your belt. You step back, tutting at me.
“Wait, slut. You’ll get what you deserve soon enough.”
You undress slowly, just to rile me up more. Seeing how you tent your boxers is driving me wild, making wetness pool between my thighs.
Watching your cock spring out of them makes me moan out loud. You step out of your clothes and toward me, stroking yourself. I can see beads of delicious pre cum at the tip of your cock and I ache to lock them up. I can’t just let them go to waste.
I look up at you pleadingly.
You run the tip over my closed lips tauntingly, and I nearly break. I so want to just lick my lips, but that would be naughty.
“Awww… You need it so bad, don’t you baby? Open your mouth then.”
I open my mouth, expecting you to shove it in, but you wait. You seem happy for me to do the work, so I take my time. I want to return the favour for your teasing.
I lick the tip, run my tongue all the way down to your balls, lick and suck those first, savouring the feel and taste. Eventually you get impatient, grab me by the hair and drag me up so that your cock is bobbing in front of my face again.
I wrap my lips around your cock and suck, working you into the back of my throat. I love how you feel in my mouth. My jaw always aches – you’re always so thick, you stretch whatever hole you decide to use so deliciously. I can taste your pre-cum on my lips and tongue, feel the vibrations of your moans as I use them both to pleasure you. God I love the feel of your cock in my mouth. It’s in my top three list of feelings, along with you in my pussy, and my ass.
You take control, your hand tightening on the back of my head and you start to fuck me in earnest, forcing your way into my throat. I’m a mess. Making little gagging noises, moaning through my nose, drooling everywhere. I love it.
You pull out, depriving me of your cock and I’m left weak-limbed and whimpering on the floor.
“Up you get baby,” you say, lifting me onto the bed.
You open my legs, make a sound of satisfaction, approval, as you see how wet I am.
You kiss your way slowly up my thighs. Anticipation builds in my chest. My pussy twitches. You part my pussy lips and blow on it gently and my back arches. I’m gasping, begging.
“Please daddy I need it so bad, I need you to eat me out daddy. Please please, I need you to eat me all up, I…” I gasp at the first touch of your tongue on my clit. You start to lick and suck, circling my clit, devouring me in great big licks that encompass my dripping slit and travel up to flick my most sensitive part. I’m crying out, writhing under your ministrations. I pull your head closer. We can both feel my pussy pulsing, twitching.
“Mmm daddy I’m so close… oh-” I moan.
You slide two fingers inside me and curl them up while continuing to suck.
I cum, shuddering and moaning onto your face. You lick my sweet juices up, suck your fingers clean.
“My turn, angel.”
I nod wordlessly and without hesitation you plunge inside me. You stretch me, are so so deep inside my pussy. You feel incredible. My walls are tight and warm around your cock.
“I’m going to make you scream my name. Then I’m going to fill you with my cum. Breed my little cumslut into submission.”
You pound into me, slow, deep, relentless. Every thrust makes me moan in pleasure, activates the sensitive nerves at the entrance to my pussy.
I lose track of time. My only focus is your cock inside me. I’m a slave to it, to you.
You speed up as you get closer, grip my hips and push me into the bed so you can get deeper. I’m crying out your name, not caring about what the neighbors might think. I’m nothing more than a convenient cumdump, a useful hole for daddy to enjoy.
“That’s right babygirl. But you’re *my* little fuckdoll.”
“Only yours daddy,” I pant out, agreeing.
I can feel you twitching inside me.
“Who owns your holes?” You demand.
“You do, daddy.”
“And whose cock do you drool over? Whose cum do you crave?”
“Yours daddy… Please give it to me.” I plead.
“Since you asked so nicely…” You bury yourself balls deep inside me and cum, hot spurts of thick creamy liquid painting my walls. I could live in this moment forever. I feel you pull out of me, leaving my pussy empty, aching, filled with your seed. I need you inside me again already. I’m constantly hungry for you.
I can’t get enough of you daddy. You’re mine. The only one I want.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qa4kxm/hungry