“Dirty fucking girl,” I whisper as I push my fingers deeper in before teasing her clit again. “You like to taste your own pussy on my lips?”
“I love it, Daddy,” she groans. “God, I didn’t know I’d love it, but I do.”
“That’s right. Now let me suck your little pussy until you come, and then you can taste it again.”
She gasps as I go back down between her legs. I leave my fingers inside of her, sliding them in and out as I suck and lick her pussy faster.
She groans and rolls her hips, clearly losing herself in the moment. I lick her faster, fucking her pussy deeper with my fingers, pushing her harder than I bet she’s ever been pushed before.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy,” she moans. Her free hand grabs my hair and her thighs tighten around me. “Keep going. Don’t you dare stop.”
I push her legs open and go faster. I lick her, moving with wild abandon now, fingers pumping in and out. Her moans get louder, louder, and I know she’s about to come. I need it, need to taste her come, need to hear the orgasm take her over.
Her whole body tightens when she finally bursts. Her orgasm rips through her, tightening every muscle, making her moan loudly. She groans my name and I keep going, licking her, sucking her, pushing her through it. When she’s finishes, I slow down and back off, looking up into her eyes.
She’s panting, eyes wide with shock and pleasure. I smirk and lick my fingers clean.
“Shit,” she says and hops down off the counter. “Oh, shit.”
I watch her bend over and pull her panties and her jeans back up. My cock’s so fucking hard as she gets dressed.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she says. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” I ask. “That was one of the most delicious little cunts I’ve ever tasted.”
She’s bright red. “I have to go.”
I cock my head. “Do you?”
“Sorry.” She hurries to the elevator and pushes the button. “Shit!”
I laugh softly to myself. “I’ll see you later, little Aria.”
She looks back at me. The elevator dings. She turns away and hurries inside.
I watch the doors shut with a huge smile on my face.
I bet she never in a million years thought she’d let something like that happen. And yet it did. She came so easily too, like she’s been waiting her whole life for this moment, and now that it’s here, she can’t stop herself.
I’ll let her have this one. She’s freaked out. I get it.
But soon, she’ll be back. And I’ll have her doing so much more than that. This was only the beginning.
I turn away, cock still hard, her voice saying Daddy still ringing through my mind.5AriaI’m more than a little freaked out when I step inside my apartment.
My roommate, Zoe, is sitting at the kitchen table, a book and a laptop open in front of her. She’s wearing these big, thick glasses, the sort of things she’d never, ever leave the house in. She’s in law school and I was supposed to go with her, but things didn’t work out that way.
She looks up at me, eyes a little bleary. “Hey, what are you doing back already?” she asks.
I sigh and flop down on the couch. It’s maybe ten feet from where she’s sitting. Our place isn’t exactly big and glamorous. All my money goes to my student loans, and since she’s in school still, she doesn’t exactly have any extra cash, either.
“I just had the weirdest experience of my life,” I say.
She laughs a little bit. “Okay, tell me all about it. I could seriously use a break.”
“Were you up all night again?”
She groans. “Another exam in…” She looks at the clock on the stove. “Shit. Two hours.”
“Oh, god, Zoe. You need to sleep.”
“I’ll be fine.” She closes her laptop lid. “What happened?”
So I tell her about the meeting. I tell her about the amazing apartment, the weird lawyer, the contract. I start to tell her about that other thing, but… I stop myself.
Zoe knows all about my job. She’s the only person in this world that knows about it, at least in my personal life. It’s not like I don’t trust her, but I’m not sure I can even say any of that other stuff out loud.
I mean, I let him go down on me. I let him get me off.
And it was freaking incredible.
“I have to admit, I don’t know why you’d rather be a lawyer,” she says, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes.
“It’s a lot more stable.”
“But way less fun. I mean, a gorgeous penthouse apartment? A rich guy that wants to own you?”
“He wants me to call him Daddy,” I say softly.
She laughs at that. “Even hotter! Are you kidding me? I’d kill for some rich hottie. I’d call him Daddy as much as he wants.”