Doctor Daddy (Dark Daddies 2)

She was made for this, just for my tongue. I can read her body like a fucking book and push her further and further, get her deeper into pleasure, make her experience something I bet she’s never felt before.

I suck her clit and slide my fingers deep inside of her. She grips my hair and I slide them in and out, fucking her with my fingers, making her groan.

“Ruby, my little gem,” I whisper, fingers deep inside. “You’re fucking delicious. I could taste this cunt all day long.”

“Oh, god, Aiden,” she whispers. “Am I being too loud?”

I laugh and shake my head. “You’re not being loud enough.” I push my fingers deeper, curling them, teasing her spot. Her moans gets louder and I smirk before licking her clit again, tongue sliding up and down.

I love it, all her juices, her whole body. I love her fingers in my hair, gripping it, pulling it.

But I need more. Fucking hell, I need more.

I suck her clit, fuck her with my fingers. I know this is just the start. I want to taste her cum so badly.

Normally, I’d tease her, string it out. Tonight though, I want her to come now, right now.

I lick her faster, fingers pumping deep in and out, pushing her, pushing her. I’m unrelenting and she knows it, panting and moaning, pulling my hair, hips shimmying in my chair.

I stare up into her eyes as she starts to get there. “Come on my fucking fingers, you dirty girl,” I say, standing up. I kiss her neck, her lips. I make her taste her pussy as I fuck her with my fingers.

She moans into my kiss. I keep going, faster and faster, and she starts to come.

I get her off with my fingers, unrelenting and passionate. I bite her lower lip and pull back as she finishes, licking my fingers clean.

“Shit,” she pants, blinking like she’s dizzy. “Aiden. Fuck.”

I smirk, and slowly unbuckle my belt. She watches me, desire still in her eyes. I pull my pants off, letting them drop to the floor, before sliding my boxer briefs down along with them.

I take my thick cock in my hand. “Down on your knees now, little gem,” I say softly.

She bites her lip but does as I ask. She leaves her skirt hiked up around her hips, although she does fix her panties as she kneels in front of me obediently.

“I need something from you,” I say, slowly stroking my cock. “Do you want this?”

She nods, staring up at me. “I want it.”

“Good girl. I need you to do something for me.”

“What?” she asks.

I lean down, tip her chin toward me. I kiss her lips softly. “Have you ever called someone Daddy?” I ask her.

“No,” she says.

“I want to be your Daddy, Ruby. I can take care of you, give you things, make you feel things. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” she says, her whisper hoarse and low.

“Good. I need you to call me Daddy.” I grab her hair and tilt her chin back. “Say it, Ruby.”

“Daddy,” she moans.

“That’s right. Say it again.”

“Fuck. Daddy. You’re my Daddy.”

She opens her mouth and takes my cock between her lips. I’m fucking close already, I can feel it. I’m not holding back, not trying to make this last long. I want to come on her pretty face, make her swallow me, make her taste me.

Make her call me Daddy.

She sucks my tip fast, taking my shaft with both hands. She strokes me and sucks me, and fucking hell it feels good. I knew she’d be great at sucking cock but I had no clue how good she’d be.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Your lips were built for this, girl.”

She moans as she sucks me faster, bobbing up and down, spit slowly sliding down along my shaft. She’s messy and dirty and fucking filthy and oh, fucking hell, it feels so goddamn good.

Minutes tick past. She sucks me faster, faster, hands stroking, pleasure mounting. She’s so fucking sexy on her knees with my cock pushing her lips apart.

She slides down, tries to take me into her throat, but can’t manage it. She gags, pulls back, strokes me while staring into my eyes.

“Say it again,” I order.

“Daddy,” she whispers.

I take my cock, jerking my tip fast. “Say it.”

“Daddy.”

“Fucking hell, girl. Call me Daddy.” I grab her hair, pulling her chin back.

“Come for me, Daddy.”

I groan and come on her lips. She opens her mouth, taking some on her tongue. It slips down onto her breasts, dripping between her shirt. I groan as she licks it up, cleaning off her mouth, swallowing what’s on her tongue. She uses two fingers to wipe it up off her chest and shirt, smiling as she cleans it off with her tongue.

“Fuck, Ruby,” I say, stepping back. She smiles huge.

“Was that good, Daddy?”

“That was perfect.” I pull her to her feet and kiss her, slow and deep, my tongue against her tongue.