Daddy is very good at bringing me right to the edge.
The edge is a place I’ve always loved, but not a place that’s easy to stay. I linger there, panting, tipping, peaking to the other side of the wall…trying to hold back, but not too much. It’s like playing chicken. How close can you get before you pull back? And if I spill over? Disaster.
I live on the edge, riding it like you ride the waves at the beach. Daddy keeps me there, my pussy warm, pink, wet, cum dripping down my thighs, which are shaking. I’m like a dog that’s been told to sit when there’s a squirrel scampering around just out of reach. Sit. Stay. Good girl. But I want to cum…
And then I hear his breath begin to get ragged and more sporadic. I encourage him, moaning softly into his ear, but the sound of my own moans is pushing on me, threatening to throw me over the edge.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he groans, and I know he’s getting closer.
“Please, Daddy. Can I come? Please can I cum?” The words blubber and overflow from my mouth. It doesn’t even sound like me. It’s like I’m watching myself writhe on the bed, so very close to cumming, so desperate for permission.
“Not yet, baby,” he grunts, but I know that it won’t be long his thrusts grow rampant and hard, faster and faster, and he’s growling into my ear.
“You’re my little slut. You’re my little cumslut,” he says, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me toward him with every thrust.
“I’m all yours, daddy. I’m your. Little. Cum. Slut,” I repeat, my voice high and my words broken up as I hold back my screams.
“You wanna cum with Daddy?”
“Oh, god yes…Ohhhhhh…”
“You’re my fucking slut, you want to cum all over my cock?”
“Yes, daddy. Pleeeeeeease…”
We both cry out as he cums into me, and it drives me over that edge. I’m falling, flying, convulsing as our juices mix together, him still fucking me hard. Weak, I am a rag doll in his arms, and he kisses my neck, biting, as we come down from our ecstasy, him still inside of me.
“Oh fuuuuuuck, baby…”
He sinks down onto the bed, weak, exhausted.
We enjoy standing on the edge together as long as we can…and then jumping.
photo credit: Vern and Skeet
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