Save Me, Daddy

“And that might free up some time… for you to go into business.”

“I don’t know how to do that,” she counters.

I grin. “I do. I can show you.”

She squints at me. “Are you serious? Like, really serious?”

“Kita, if there's one thing I figured out, it's that there is always a way. If you're willing to work hard enough, to take the tough chances, there is always a way.”

She smiles again, her expression changing like the sun breaking through clouds. “Really?”

“Really! Now, get your ass in gear, we're not done yet!”

“Catch me!”

And she's off like a shot. Her speed is startling. She's practically to the end of the block before I have even had time to realize that I'm eating her dust. I try to keep up, but she's already at the front door before I get close.

Finally I reach her, sliding my arm around her middle and picking her up off her feet just before she reaches the door. She giggles and squirms, kicking her heels into the air.

Laughing, we tumble together through the front door. She twists loose, skipping away from me again as she dances into the living room, kicking her shoes off playfully and batting those big green eyes. I know what she wants. And I want her too, so much.

She holds her hands out, dragging me down

onto the sofa and then leaping astride me, still in those tight little pants.

“I need these off you,” I tell her, sliding her tank top over shoulders and taking her sweet, taut nipple between my teeth. She gasps and arches her back, digging her fingers into my shoulders. The crotch of her little shorts scrapes slightly across the head of my cock, sending shudders through my body.

“I said, take these off!”

Without a sound, she slides off of me, then bites her lip and pushes the thin fabric down her thighs, to the floor. When she stands back up my mouth starts to water, looking at that pretty shaved pussy, tiny pink lips peeking out, already glistening.

“Come here.”

She straddles me again, holding her weight on her knees so that we don't touch yet. Her deft fingers find the waistband of my track pants to pull them down over my hips. My cock springs free, hard as a rock and already dripping, throbbing for her.

“Say it,” I tell her.

Her little pink tongue slides over her upper lip, wetting it. She won’t say anything yet, the little tease.

I grip her hips, holding her as firmly as I dare to without bruising her beautiful, delicate skin. She is still like a doll, to be handled as gently as I'm able.

“Say it,” I tell her again, but now it sounds like I'm begging.

She lowers herself just a half an inch, circling her hips so that her wet lips grasp lightly at the head of my cock. I want her so much, I think I'm going to explode.

When I just can't take it anymore, she leans in, swiping her tongue over my upper lip, her green eyes never even blinking as she teases me, torturing me.

“Fuck me,” she whispers slowly, desperation rising in her voice.

“No… say it."

She smiles broadly, drawing the exquisite pain out just a little bit further. It's like torture, but the best kind.

“Fuck me… Daddy.”

“Yes!”

I thrust up, taking her all at once in a smooth motion that impales her sweet, lithe body on my cock. She throws her head back in ecstasy, a guttural cry exploding from her throat. Submitting to me completely, her body welcomes me and I hold her desperately, thrusting into her and watching her face change as she moans with joy and satisfaction.