Between My Sheets

I like to be undressed slowly, carefully, my shirt peeled off, my jeans unbuttoned and wiggled down my legs, my overflowing bra unclasped and pulled away to reveal already hard nipples. And my panties…I like when my lover lays me down, grabs my hips, and slowly claims them as his own. Being undressed slowly and carefully like that beautiful.

There was nothing pretty about the last night Daddy was here.

We crawled under the sheets to “go to sleep,” both knowing that we weren’t tired. It was only a few minutes before he pulled me over to his side of the bed and I was laying on his chest.

“I’m trying to be good,” I giggled.

“Don’t.”

His cock was already hard in his pants when his hand led mine to it, and my pussy was already wet by the time his boxers were around his ankles. He pushed my head down as he struggled out his t-shirt, and I didn’t take him out of my mouth for more than a second as he yanked mine over my head, then ripped down my panties.

He moaned as I sucked, his cock already throbbing, needing me. He sat up slightly and pulled my lips to his. I crawled on top of his thick cock, feeling just the tip enter my slit, hesitate, enjoy the wetness and warmth, before he pushed me down and simultaneously thrust upward, impaling me on his cock.

I cried out with a gurgle, my pussy so fucking lonely since seeing Daddy last. There was no time to “make love.” There was no time to stare into one another’s eyes. There was no time for beautiful undressing.

I needed him to fuck me, and I needed him to fuck me NOW.

He grabbed my hips and flipped me over, pushing my face down so my ass was in the air…and he fucked me. Hard. Fast. Furious. The kind of fucking you do when you haven’t fucked anyone in a long time and you don’t know when you’ll get to fuck again.

And he wasn’t my owner anymore. Submission, especially in bed, is part of me, but no longer did I have to ask permission to cum, hold back my cries unless he allowed them. Hell, I could…make requests. And so, I did.

“Fuck me harder,” I growled, looking back at Daddy. “Ughhhh…right there. Fuck my pussy. Pull my hair.”

He grabbed a handful of my hair and began to thrust harder, deep into me. He spanked me, hard, and groaned, his balls slapping against me.

“I’m going to cum all over your hard cock. You want to make me cum, Daddy?”

There was electricity in the air with that word. I felt his cock throbbing, and he half-grunted, half-moaned as I called him Daddy. He missed it. He missed me calling him that as much as I missed saying it.

He spanked me hard again and didn’t stop thrusting.

“Cum on Daddy’s cock, baby.”

I cried out as my pussy convulsed before he even finished that sentence. Life was slow motion as he laid down on the bed and pulled me on top of him again. My hips swiveled, him inside of me, and he hugged me close, a hand on the small of my back. He thrusted up into me, he movements getting erratic as we both panted. I reached behind me and stroked his balls, sending him over the edge. I felt his balls twitch, and he burst inside of me.

The world stopped for a second. It wasn’t beautiful.

But it was perfect.