A Night In

Your eyes moved down your reflection in the mirror, and you could admit you looked good. You had on lipstick, a rich red that matched the color of your dress. The dress was strapless and clung to your breasts as if they’d fall out with just one wrong move, and you wore the diamond choker he got you for Christmas last year. The dress hugged your womanly curves in a way that you could feel proud about, and it had a split on one side almost up to your hip, showing off an enticing amount of your thick thighs. From this angle in the mirror, your legs looked absolutely stunning in the black 4-inch heels you had on. This whole look was meant to set him off and now its wasted on somebody that doesn’t even care enough to come fuck you lie the dirty princess you are.

It took a couple of tries, but once you got the perfect shot of yourself in the mirror, you sent it to him with a text saying, “Maybe you’ll get to take the next one ;)” and you gathered your things to head out. Before you even made it to the door, your ringtone was going off at you and you stared at the picture of him flashing his devilish smile, debating if you should answer or not.

“A whoooole ass hour Andrew?,” you whined. “You know what, I’ll just take my damn self before all the featured artist leave.” He let out a short, challenging laugh and you bit your lip, trying to ignore how his voice dipped an octave.

“You know you were showing too much leg girl. You don’t have any panties on do you?” You really didn’t, the dress was so tight it would’ve showed obvious panty lines. He huffed over the line at your lack of response. “You really thought you were going out just flaunting my pussy like that? I saw what you sent. All I’d have to do is move that dress to the side and you’d be right there for me to fuck.” You could feel yourself growing warm and sticky in a place that was now exposed to the air as you pulled your dress to the side like he described, staring at yourself as you imagined him fucking you in that moment.

You unintentionally let out a small sigh and he moaned deeply from his end, directly into your fucking ear, like he was looking right at you. “You getting wet for me baby girl?”

“You haven’t given me reason to,” knowing he could hear the lie in your voice. His arrogant laughter warmed your body and you had to take a seat on the edge of your bed, legs suddenly weak from overwhelming arousal. The deep, smooth ruggedness of his voice always seemed to get you dripping between your legs. He could go from rude to sensual so fast and you loved it every time. You lay back on the bed, one hand still keeping the phone tightly pressed against your ear and the other roaming around to explore yourself through the dress.

“You mean the thought of me wrecking your little pussy isn’t making you drip for me?” His voice reverberated huskily through your body and made your pussy quiver with want.

“No…” you moaned out as you squeezed your breast, imaging it was his big hands doing it for you.

“So you’re telling me the memory of how many times I made you cum doesn’t have you dripping with anticipation? How I had you shaking, almost crying, begging me to stop, that’s not making you ready for me?” You moaned louder and clawed at your dress, wanting so desperately for his head to be back between your legs. It’d been so damn long.

“N-no.” Your lies weren’t even convincing to you anymore, but he was having too much fun fucking with you to stop.

“Well touch that pussy for me then. I’m going to need you ready as soon as I walk in the door baby, and leave that dress on. Daddy wants to see you all dressed up for him.”

You groaned and bunched the dress up around your hips instead, needing the freedom to spread your legs wider. “Go ahead and touch your clit for me baby girl.” He moaned deeply in you ear as he heard your gasp when your fingers finally made contact.

“Now move on to that tight hole for me. Daddy will be home soon so you gotta stretch my pussy open for me” You groaned at the idea of leaving your clit untouched and he could hear the disappointment in your voice. “Don’t fucking play with me, do it now.” You obeyed this time and used two fingers to push their way inside yourself, moaning at how tight you were. He was right, you’d need to ease your pussy open a bit if he was going to be as brutal as you suspect. You arched your back when your fingers were all the way inside you and moaned his name when you pulled them almost all of the way out.

“I know you aren’t touching your clit again before I told you to. Just wait til I get home, I’m gonna tear that ass up.” You moaned loudly at the thought of him doing just that and you curled your fingers up, reaching for that spot.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum!” His voice growled so lowly that it caused your whole body to quake at the resonance of it. “I want you on the edge when I get there. Are you gonna be Daddy’s good girl?”

“No!” You thrust your fingers almost painfully harder into yourself as you hear a car door slam. Just a little bit further you’d be cumming on your fingers, consequences be damned. You’d begun to writhe on the bed, fingers working furiously in you and you called out his name, regardless of if he heard you or not. You felt it growing in your lower abdomen, about to explode outward, when a powerful grip on your wrist stopped you.

“You’ve been a bad little bitch for Daddy. I swear you like getting punished, don’t you?” Your gaze stayed on him as you slowly shook your head. “Knees. Now.” You didn’t even think about hesitating as you slid down to fall at his feet. He kept his keens eyes on you as he unbuckled his belt and tossed it on the floor. He unzipped and pulled his pants down just enough to free his massive cock. It sprung out at you, and you stared back at his imposing length unflinchingly, mouth already watering at the sight of it.

“Beg.” Your head titled up to meet this gaze and your lips fell open helplessly.

“P-please…”

“Will you be good?”

“Yes! I’ll be good little girl Daddy!”

The head of his cock slid past your lips and he let out a low, guttural groan at the heat of your mouth. He slowly thrust into you further as you looked up at his face, his dark eyes fixated on you. He moved one hand away from his cock and the other pushed your head down further, and you had to brace yourself with your hands on his thighs as he began to thrust a little faster.

“I own your pussy?” You moaned loudly on his cock because that’s literally all you could do, and his head fell forward towards his chest with a groan as the vibrations traveled down his dick. You reached up to give his balls a firm squeeze and he let out a sudden snarl. “So that means I tell you when my pussy gets to cum, right?” You moan again and nod.

He pulled away suddenly, tugging on your strands to get you to stand up and you told yourself you’d curse his ass out later for being so rough with your hair. He tossed you on the bed and you land on your back, tits jiggling almost out of your dress from the force of the bounce. He was on the bed after you in a second, kneeling over your form between your spread legs, hands jerking his dick as he glared lustfully down at you. “You better be glad I’m too damn horny to give you the spanking you deserve for disobeying me.” His voice gravelly and brown skin now harboring the same shine that yours did. You groaned out his name feebly, hands reaching down to pull your dress up higher as he positioned himself at the apex of your thighs.

His hands grabbed on to your thighs tightly and he slammed into you in one quick thrust, making you grateful you fingered yourself for as long as you did before he got here, just knowing he’d be fast about it this time. He maintained eye contact with you as he pulled out slowly, hands lifting your thighs a little higher as his hips snapped back to meet yours in a thrust that drew a small scream from your mouth and shifted your whole body upwards.

“You love when Daddy fucks hard huh?” He moaned at how tight and wet this position makes you and his head fell back, causing him to catch the reflection in your vanity mirror. He grunts and began to slam into you harder, watching your face in the mirror as your mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

He could feel himself getting close, his body pound into yours and listening to your now constant and delirious moaning. He faced you again and quickened his thrusts as he stretched your legs leaning over you. “Think I should let you cum?” You nodded frantically, eyes tearing up at the fact that you’ve been holding it off this long. One of his hands left your hips to grab at your neck, chocking you lightly over your necklace. He leaned further over you, growling in your face as his hips pummeled into your. “No matter where I am, I tell you how to make MY pussy cum! You understand?”

“YES!” Your voice came out strained from his tightening grip on your neck, “Yes Daddy, please let me cum?!” He grunts a yes in consent and your legs tremble on his shoulders as you cum undone around him, cum spurting all over his dick. He pulled out just in time to catch his reflection in the mirror ruining your red dress with his cum.

Your legs ungracefully flopped off his shoulders as he moves to sit next to your head. “You know they have a grand opening event every night this week, I’ll take you tomorrow.” He said it without even looking at you, and you smiled smugly at getting your way before you realized you now have nothing to wear.

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