#notmine

“Daddy, please. I’ll be a good good.”

Waves of pleasure cascade over my body, filling every pore of my being like ocean water through hot sand. More.... I want more! How long I waited to feel his breath on my neck, his hands wrapped around my waist, his fingers caressing my lips. Our bodies are entwined in a primal dance, moving faster and faster to the rhythm of the creaking bed-springs, our skin bathed in flickers of neon lights. I can't hear myself moaning, but I must be since my throat is dry. I can't feel what my hands are doing, but the blood under my fingernails means I'm digging into his back. He's no longer kissing me, but nibbling, biting, pulling himself toward me harder and harder, his control over me untamed, animalistic. It's so hot in this room, the bedsheets clinging to our sweat soaked bodies.....

Pulling you into the bathroom while we are out. Lifting you on to the sink and spreading your legs. Kneeling down and pulling your panties to the side as I proceed to make out with your lips for a few minutes before pulling back up.

"I needed to taste you."

Grabbing you by the face and kissing you before walking out and letting you get yourself back together.