Please, Daddy (Love, Daddy)

“Is it going to hurt?” I ask, a hint of pout and fear in my voice, because I don’t see how this is anatomically possible.

He drags his fingernails down my ribs, making me hiss as he maneuvers down to the end of the bed, his hands coming to rest on my knees.

“I’m afraid it will. But, I promise, I will give you special kisses and make it better after. Then, very soon, when your little body is used to it, it will feel so good. You’ll have to trust Daddy.”

“I will.”

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to show you what those special kisses feel like.”

I shiver as he looks down at me, the intensity in his mossy-green eyes flashing between desire and something darker.

Before I can say anything, he’s crouched down, his nose pressing firmly against my slit, and I feel the movement of cool air as he exhales and inhales against my molten hot sex.

“So sweet,” he whispers, like he’s talking directly to my pussy and not me. “One of a kind, made just for me. This cherry is all for me, isn’t it?” His eyes flick upward as I look down over the landscape of my body, at this man who is about to take my everything.

A man that feels like family, but is so much a stranger.

I nod, my mouth agape, anticipation stabbing into the most delicate parts of me as I silently beg for what’s coming next.

“You should learn to say please, Daddy, when you want something.” He takes a long, slow lick through my folds, exploding nerve endings like fireworks. “Say, ‘Please, Daddy, give me special kisses’.”

He presses his mouth into the drenched, silky skin and I stutter out his request. “P—p—lease…Daddy, give me, oh God…” I stall as his tongue toys with my hard nub, circling it like a predator as my head spins and I try to remember what it was I was saying. “…special kisses, please, Daddy…special…” I stammer and twist as my synapses fire and misfire. “P-please.”

“I do love the way you say please.” Merrick gives me a devilish grin and I drive my hips upward, unconsciously demanding more as his hands slip around and have a death grip around my upper thighs. “Now, just close your eyes, baby. Daddy’s going to make you feel so good.”

A wrenched sob rips from my chest as his mouth engulfs my entire pussy. He’s everywhere, this man, making me rise up and pant as my hips twist and forge for some invisible demand that he’s created inside of me.

My toes curl as I push my heels into the bedding. I feel his teeth rasp on the sensitive, tingling flesh, before he sucks each fold between his lips and focuses superhero powers on my clit, making my entire body rise and fall with the pulsing sensations growing deep in my core.

“God, Merrick…” I rasp between moans and screams. “Please, don’t stop.”

“I’m never going to stop.” He pauses to answer, the words vibrating into my opening as I feel pressure there, his mouth returning to my clit. He’s taking his time now, even as my body silently demands him to rush, to get me to the place where I lose control.

It’s one finger, in and out, tongue and lips, and then he’s pushing somewhere inside me that makes me gasp and tense my muscles. He’s rubbing it, whatever this magical spot is, as his mouth works its own separate sort of voodoo and I’m transported to a mindless, lusting, feral part of me, one I never dreamt could exist.

Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.Daddydaddydaddy….

I repeat his name inside my lust-addled brain while my hips buck, grinding into his generous mouth as my chest arches to the ceiling and my skin feels like it’s coming alive. There’s an urgent anxiety building, stabbing, twisting and racing inside of me toward an invisible finish line.

“This cunt is mine,” I hear him in the midst of my own screams, and Merrick’s mouth draws my clit inward, tongue lapping and destroying me in one second while my body gives in to the inner tugging in my center.

His mouth, his words are desperate.

Needy.

Demanding.

He devours me as he pulls me against his mouth, impossibly tight, like he wants me permanently attached to his face. He’s moaning with me, even louder, lower, vibrating as the pleasure he seems to take from my own pushes me over the edge into a trembling, gut-wrenching orgasm.

I hold my breath for that last delicious second before the cliff dive has me falling.

Falling. Flailing. Pleasure ripping from me in waves.

I’m reaching, grasping for something that isn’t there. I’m aware of every cell in my body…every atom as it spins and the tsunami takes me away.

There’s no air, no light, no sound, just the black hole of deliciousness he’s given me with his mouth. I will never look at his lips and tongue the same again. They are a priceless mechanism of deviant pleasure, I don’t believe my mind will ever function the same again.