Comforting

I laid with my head on his lap, watching him answer some emails.

There’s nothing more comforting to me than just being like that with Daddy, sitting at his feet (or at least lower then him). It sounds sappy and dramatic, but sitting below him like that is the first time things felt "right" with me in a relationship. Not that I haven’t been in love before…I have. With Daddy, it is just different, like I don’t have to work for his love or approval. Even when he’s mad at me, I know it will pass. He loves me.

Anyway, I laid with my head on his lap, watching him answer some emails. He shifted slightly in his chair, and I reached up to rub his lower back, which I knew was bothering him. I think I hit a nerve…a good nerve…because suddenly his zipper was now and his hardening cock was pushed against my lips.

The fleshy, salty taste of cock and precum slid over my tongue and my mind was suddenly focused on nothing but my submission to him. He stood, and I knelt before him, gagging as he pulled my mouth down on his cock with a handful of hair.

I moaned, sucking his head and running my fingernails down his legs. When Daddy stands in front of me, face-fucking me, his cock feels just so perfect down my throat.

"Oh fuuuuck, baby," I heard him breathe. He started to gently thrust in and out of my mouth, his cock now hard in my mouth. I moaned again, involuntarily, pulling him out of my mouth and lapping around his balls.

God, writing about it right now has me wet again…and I know Daddy is sleeping at home right now so I can’t even call and ask for permission to masturbate.

Mmmm…it’s not the same anyway. No toy, nothing I can do with my fingers, can give me that same feeling of his cock between my lips.

He pulled me deep on his cock, my nose buried in his trimmed pubic hair, a low groan escaping his lips. I sucked hard, fighting the urge to gag on his big cock. He reached down, pulling a breast out of my low-cut shirt and flicking my nipple. Pulling me to my feet, he kissed me softly, then harder and harder…hungry, the taste of him on both of our lips.

With a grunt he reached under my skirt and ripped down my panties, throwing me toward his bed. He bent me over, my skirt up around my waist and fucked me hard. His cock throbbing inside of me, and the look on his face as I turned my head to look back at him…oh god I wish he was awake right now so I could call him here. I’m dripping. I’m dripping like I was that day, all over his cock as he filled me, both of us crying out as we came.

I lied. At the beginning of this post, I said that there was nothing more comforting to me than sitting at Daddy’s feet with my head on his lap. There is one thing more comforting…laying on his heaving chest, curled at his side after he just got done fucking me. Owned. His.