Dear Diary (Love, Daddy)

He whirls around, startled, then when he sees it’s me a slight smile curves the corner of his magnificent mouth. “What are you doing up, princess?”

My eyes drop down his thick body, his long cock, a rare sight for me when it’s not full erect hanging between his muscled thighs.

“I'm thinking about how different we are.”

He steps forward running his hand over the dark hair on his chest. “And?”

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

His cock twitches to life. “Come here, baby girl. I want to show you just how perfect we are...”

Chapter 17

Jackson

She falls to her knees, letting the blue fabric slip off and I growl, grabbing the edge of my desk as she catches my cock in her mouth my balls in her hand.

Her eyes are on me as her lips stretch over the thick shaft and glide toward the base. I hold her head, pushing farther in, feeling the back of her throat tense then hearing the gurgling gag as she chokes.

I don’t relent. Her throat is in training as is the rest of her. She’s struggling, I ease forward feeling her tonsils on the tip of my dick and the guttural wet sounds of her straining to breathe around the massive man-meat plug in her throat.

I have inches left to give her but when she starts to kick her feet and strain against my grip on the back of her head, I ease out. Spit hangs from her bottom lip as she looks up at me.

“You look so happy down there.”

“I am. But I'm sorry, I still can’t fit all of you in my mouth,” she says whipping the back of her hand over her saliva coated chin.

“I like it that way. I have to say I enjoy hearing you choke. Knowing you are doing that for me.” I assure her with soft pats on the top of her head. “I know there’s other places where I’ll be able to fit, baby girl.”

She returns her warm mouth to my balls, sucking them one at a time then I reach down and lift them and her eyes look up again questioning.

“Get your tongue under there. Lick just behind my balls, you’ll feel a ridge running down the center of the skin. That’s a sensitive place. A place for good girls to lick.” She smiles and goes in with gusto, her tongue flicking and lapping making the nerves come alive. “That’s my princess. Doing what you are told, making Daddy happy.”

I close my eyes, feeling her tongue work its magic wondering how I got so fucking lucky.

Finally, she pulls back, looking up into my eyes. “Yummy, Daddy.” She licks around the head of my leaking cock like it’s her favorite flavor of ice cream.

Her face is blushed but fresh without any make-up. Her hair a mess. She looks so young. So fragile.

She moans when my pre-cum spills onto her tongue. She sucks the head hard and her lips smack on the swollen tip.

Holding the back of her head, I thrust into her mouth. The window to my left gives me an expansive sight of the Manhattan skyline, flickering with billions of lights.

Her small hands glide to my hips. Then my balls, down my legs. They are everywhere and I’m on the brink but want something else from her tonight.

I drag my cock from her mouth, then reach down and pull her up by the arms with such force, Her feet leave the ground.

I lift her higher, then slam her body against the all-glass wall shoving myself between her legs.

“Get your legs around my back.” I grit out as her arms lock around my neck.

My cock pushes its way into her. Her cunt still so tight, it’s a breath holding struggle to get inside her warm snatch.

She moans, her eyes tight. It’s like taking her virginity every single goddamned time.

She cries out as her pussy opens. I pump hard, my balls slapping against her.

Pinning her wrists on either side of her, the glass wall behind as I slam against her. If anyone were to see us from the other side, they’d see her pretty round ass smashed to the glass.

I curl my hips against her until she's shuddering and spasming around my cock. Her juices soak my balls, making the smacking sound louder, filling the room with the sounds and scent of us.

“You can come, little one.” I drive into her over and over until she crashes over the edge. Her voice cracks as her orgasm catapults through her, squeezing me like a vise, her warm honey streaming down as I pull back and I lower her to the floor. I don’t give her time to relax. “I’m not done with you. Get up.”

Grabbing her arms, I jerk her back to her feet, flipping her around and pressing her face onto the glass, facing the night skyline from the seventy-first floor.