She curls her arms around him, reaches up on her tip toes and kisses him. He responds in kind, pulling her close so their breath mingles when she pulls away. She can hear her heartbeat in her ears.
His hands play down her body, flirt with the edge of her t-shirt, brush over the skin beneath. He takes it off.
His gaze runs over her mostly bare skin. Every place it touches sends licks of heat to her core.
He kisses her hungrily, hands cupping her breasts and then drifting down to undo her jeans. She moans against his lips as his hand slides beneath the fabric and touches her. Her hips buck into him as she grinds against his hand, needing more. He plays with her pussy, sliding two fingers inside her easily. She’s so wet, even though he’s barely touched her. He returns quickly to playing with her clit, circling and stroking her until she cums onto his hand.
She rests her head against his chest, listening to his heart beat until he lifts her onto the bed and lays her down gently. He unclasps her bra, and undresses her the rest of the way, then steps back so she has a good view as he undresses.
He climbs onto the bed. She watches his every movement, hips shifting as he straddles her. But he just holds himself there, looking amused as she shifts her hips again. She needs something, anything. He’s holding out on her.
She reaches for his cock. He grabs her wrist and pins it above her head, does the same with the other as she tries again.
He tuts at her. She sticks out her bottom lip.
“Stop pouting.”
She sticks her lip out further.
He grabs her by the throat and squeezes.
“Stop.”
She stops… and sticks her tongue out at him instead.
“Fine. Seeing as you can’t listen, I’ll have to put that tongue to better use.”
He holds her wrists still as he moves up her body, straddles her again, and trails his tip over her lips, her tongue.
“Open wide angel,” he tells her.
Her lips part slowly. Her eyes are dark. Needy.
They move almost at the same time; he thrusts shallowly into her mouth as she leans forward to suck him. Her moans are muffled by his cock. Just the way she likes it. He grabs the back of her head and pulls her back and forth on his cock, groaning as she licks the bottom of his shaft. She takes him deeper, gagging as he hits the back of her throat. Then she sucks as hard as she can, cheeks hollowing, lips as tight as she can make them. His moans are music to her ears.
She can’t keep it up for long and has to lean back on the pillow. He takes charge, leaning forward and pressing into her, deeper and deeper until his balls rest on her chin.
He fucks her throat hard. When he pulls away she’s dazed, breathing hard, and strands of drool connect her lips to his cock.
The perfect little slut.
He fucks her throat again once she’s recovered, just to hammer in the lesson before climbing off her.
He flips her onto her back and moves back down so that he can rest his cock on her ass. Just for a second before he parts her pussy lips with it. Soon he’s slick with her.
“So wet,” he murmurs.
“Yes daddy,” she says, whining as he continues to tease her. “Put in me daddy.”
“What was that?”
“I said put it in me daddy, I need it.”
“Demanding won’t get you anywhere.” He says, and spanks her.
She yelps.
“Count them. I’m going to spank you five times. What number was that?”
“One, daddy.”
“Good.”
The next is hard enough to make her ass ripple.
“Two.”
“Three… Four… Five.”
Each slap is progressively harder, until she’s clenching the duvet hard in her hands and whimpering into the pillow. She can’t see it, but is betting the skin is blushing red.
He strokes her hip. “Good girl. Now turn over onto your back for me. I want to see that pretty face.”
She does as she’s told.
“Spread your legs.”
Daddy makes eye contact with her.
“Did you think we were done with the spanking? I know you like it done to your pussy too, and I want you to show me how you like it. Five times.”
She swallows.
Her palm makes contact with her pussy and the sting of pain makes her back arch in pleasure. She struggles to maintain eye contact with daddy; all she really wants to do is close her eyes and bask in it.
“Again, slut.”
She obeys willingly. Completes the rest without having to be told, getting more and more worked up with each one.
He pulls her hand away before she tries for six, one over the limit he set.
“Ah ah. Naughty. No more or less than what you’re told too, understood?”
She nods reluctantly.
He runs his cock over her, as he’d been doing before and she whimpers. She’s so sensitive.
He pushes her knees against her chest, and, laying over her, cradles her in his arms as he thrusts inside her finally.
She moans his name like an answered prayer, awe and need dripping from her tongue like honey.
She tightens herself around him so his moans match her own, and urges him deeper, harder.
He fucks her like this until he gets close, and then flips them, so that she’s on top.
He holds her in his lap, thrusts up into her once, twice, and then cums with a groan. His seed fills her deep, warmth flooding up into her womb. She slumps forward lightly onto his chest, and he cuddles her for a second before he pulls out.
She crawls off of him and lays next to him instead, her head resting on his shoulder. Her eyes flicker open and she smiles at him.
“Thank you,” she whispers, and grins wider as she feels him dripping out of her. Her eyes are lit up, excited. She kisses him.
He kisses her back softly, snuggles in closer. “You’re more than welcome.”