Daphne Vs. Daddy

He lets go of my arms, resting one hand behind my neck and the other on my hip. I pull back from his kiss and lay my forehead against his, breathing deeply as I savor the moment. I look into his eyes, my heart racing and pumping desire through my veins. To think that I’ve lusted after him for so long, and now here I am… Half naked in his office, ready to submit to him. Let Ashley keep her sex god… Now I have one of my own.

I kiss him eagerly, my tongue darting inside his mouth and dancing around his as he presses me once more against the wall, both hands on my hips. I grab his shirt by the hemline and, yanking with both hands, force him to lift his arms up as I undress him.

"Much better," I grin at him, my eyes roaming over his perfect muscles.

He grabs my hair by the root, tilting my head back and pressing his body against mine as he lays his mouth over my neck, nibbling at the soft skin there. I exhale loudly, my hands rubbing against his chest and feeling the rugged outline of his chiseled muscles.

I grab his belt and unbuckle it with hurried movements, sliding it off his pants with a sweeping motion. My hands find that sweet spot under his belly and I lace my fingers around the hem of his pants, looking for the clasp of his zipper as he kisses my neck. I can already feel his cock standing to attention, pushing against the opening of his pants as I finally slide his zipper down. I open up my hand and press my palm against his thick shape, my mind burning with anticipation.

"You’re huge... sir," I whisper, remembering how he wants me to address him. How he wants me to defer to him. There’s something about calling him sir that I really can’t quite explain… It just makes me so fucking wet. And he knows it too - I can almost feel his grin as he kisses me up my neck and lays his lips against my ear.

"Of course I am," he states matter-of-factly, as if he has heard it all before - which he probably has. He runs his hands up the side of my body, taking them over to my bare shoulders, and then moves them down again, savoring each inch of my body with the tip of his fingers. Then, when he finally makes the hike up to my bra, he places his spread fingers over my breasts, my hard nipples brushing against the fabric. He pushes the cup down, baring my right nipple, and brushes his thumb over it. I bite my lip as he does it, a moan tickling my throat.

An heavy sigh leaves my lips as his fingers dart to the shoulder straps of my bra and he pushes them down. I let the cups droop and then fall to the floor, and he pulls me into him, unhooking the bra and pulling it off my arms. He presses into me, his mouth on mine as I shiver, feeling my nipples brush against his warm chest, my breasts squeezed between our bodies.

He grabs my ass, his long fingers feeling just perfect as they cup my cheeks, and lifts me up against the wall. I lace my legs behind his back as he holds me, kissing me eagerly as his crotch presses against mine. I feel the shape of his hard cock brushing against my inner thighs, dangerously close to the wet patch of fabric on my thong, and it is as if I h

ave just taken a shot of adrenaline. I can feel myself growing wetter by the second, desire exerting its pull on me viciously. It’s lust and it’s passion, it’s frenzied desire. Sweet God, this is way better than how I imagined it would be. And we still haven’t started!

This is something else. This is like a tidal wave, one that sweeps you out of your feet and drags you back to the ocean. It’s something wild and exciting and, at the same time, the most comforting thing in the world. In one word, it’s perfection.

I run my hands through his hair, lost in his embrace.

"This is the best decision I have ever made… sir," I whisper, his closeness making my body boil. He licks his lips and looks me in the eyes, a wild hunger taking over his face.

"It sure is," he says offhandedly, and then kisses me again, pulling me deeper into that irresistible ocean of pleasure.

I feel desire dancing under my skin as we kiss, our tongues battling against each other. But then he pulls my back off the wall and, still carrying me, walks across the room and heads straight to his desk. He swipes the tabletop with a sudden movement of his hand, sending folders and papers tumbling into the floor, and only then does he lays me down on top of the desk. I’m breathing deeply when he hooks his fingers on the back of my knees and pulls me into him with quick and agile movements, only stopping when my ass is over the edge of the desk. He places one hand on my hip and leans into me, his face so close to mine that our noses almost brush against each other.

"You make me so fucking hard" he whispers, my blood boiling as his words reach me. “You can’t imagine how many times I’ve gotten hard during class just looking at you,” he continues, this time leaving all playfulness out from his voice. I smile gently at him, my heart turning to mush. With both hands on his face, I reach for him and brush my lips gently against his. I don't know why but, hearing him say it... I needed to hear it - I needed to know how much he wants me. How I make him hard. It just feels amazing to be desired by a man like him.

His fingertips brush against my belly, slowing climbing up my stomach and meeting the soft flesh of my breasts. He cups them, gently squeezing as my nipples peek between his outstretched fingers. I rest my hands over his, making him squeeze harder as I wriggle under his touch.

I push my hips upwards, anxious for more. Lacing my legs behind his back I reel him in, the bulge under his boxers rubbing between my thighs. God, I need that. Clawing with my hands at his back I keep thrusting with my hips, grinding against his cock desperately.

His pants come down as I push on them with jerking motions, grabbing at the hem of his boxers in the process and sending it all down his legs. He kicks off his shoes and wriggles free of the rest of his clothing; the sight of his naked body makes my heart kick, punch and scream against my chest, anxiety seeping through to my blood. As if with a will of its own, my hand darts down and grabs his cock, my fingers curling around his thick shape quickly. I feel him pulse against my hand, his desire for mim palpable - is there anything better in the whole world?

I start stroking him hard, my hand tracing the whole length of his member. I can't shake off the desire to simply guide him inside me, but I’m patient - we are not going anywhere soon. Still grabbing his cock, I sit up on the desk and place my free hand around his neck; I pull him into me, forcing his mouth to go straight for my breasts. He does it happily, wrapping his full lips around my nipple and sucking eagerly as I moan, my hand still going up and down on his cock.

I pull back then, my nipple popping out of his mouth, and throw him an anxious look.

“What do you want?” He asks me, grinning, but he already knows the answer.

“Your cock, sir… I want your cock,” I tell him in a hushed tone.

“On your knees, then,” he commands me, and I climb down from the desk and go down in one flowing movement. I point his cock at my mouth and, my eyes locked on his, I lower my head, reaching for his member with my mouth. I let my tongue part my lips and brush it against his tip, covering every single inch of it with hungry circular movements. Opening my mouth I then wrap my lips around his glans, sucking as I slide back. I can almost feel him shudder in anticipation as I do it over and over again. Only when he seems to expect me to carry on like that do I allow myself to go deeper, sliding his cock deep inside my mouth in one fast motion. He gasps, his hands darting to my head and grabbing at the roots of my hair.

I take a moment to look up into his face, my heart fluttering at the sight of him contorting in pleasure.

"Do you like it, sir…?" I ask him, and an expression that pleads for more lights up his face. I go back at it, guiding his cock to my mouth and placing it right over my tongue, his scent scratching at that sweet spot in my mind. If he’s enjoying it, what can I say about me? I’m loving it so much I could go on forever.

He has other plans though.

Pushing my head back, he grabs my hands and pulls me up to my feet; in a heartbeat, he pushes me back on top of the desk once more, and then he hooks his fingers on my thong and tugs on it viciously, pulling it down my legs. He slides one finger up my leg and traces the contour of my groin, closing in on my pussy but then going back down again, teasing me mercilessly. I squirm, anxious for his touch, but he takes his time - when he finally brushes his fingers over my pussy I become as wet as all the oceans put together. Then, as if he feels I’m ready for whatever he wants to do with me, he throws me a devilish smile and places both his hands on my knees. He pushes them apart, opening my legs and then kneels between them.

I run my tongue over my lips, anticipating what’s to come. Kneeling on the floor, he positions his face between my thighs. Starting from the bottom he licks my pussy upwards, a shiver furiously crawling up my spine. He goes back down again, taking his time with each stroke. When he presses one finger above my clit I’m already panting, feverishly craving for him to stop the teasing.

Gently, he rubs my clit, my hips swaying unconsciously and matching the rhythm of his tongue. I grab his hair, feeling the slight bob of his head as he licks me, my pussy in flames as his lips suck and kiss. I lock my legs on his back, thrusting my pussy against his face as if I’m a woman possessed.