Don't Call Me Daddy

“Fuck.” A shudder shoots through me.

Lawson’s lips and tongue gently glide along my inner thigh until I can feel the heat from his breath on my pussy. His tongue slowly makes a circle around my pussy, then flicks against my clit. It feels incredible. Pleasure runs through me like hot water in my veins.

In my fantasies, I’m always the one teasing. The one pleasing. I imagine myself doing anything they want and bring myself to climax while trapped in a haze of their imaginary desires. This is different. This is all about me.

“Wow…” I let out a sharp breath and run my fingers through his hair. “This feels really good.”

Lawson’s tongue dances against my clit, slides down my labia, and lightly penetrates my pussy. Every bit of it feels incredible, but my clit is what sends the really intense pleasure shooting through my body. Every time I get close to a climax, he slows down. He’s not torturing me anymore, but he’s still prolonging my orgasm. I don’t mind it now, but I’ve been teased and tormented for so long his tongue feels like fire every time it makes a quick rotation around my clit.

I’m not going to survive this for long, no matter how hard he tries. I feel the pressure building up inside me. It’s built up so many times since we’ve been in his office that it hurts when I get close. It’s a euphoric pain brought on by endless teasing and the realization that I’m finally going to get my release.

“Oh my god!” My breathing gets heavier. “I’m about to come!”

Lawson moves his tongue to my clit, and he makes fast rotations around the sensitive bundle of nerves. My muscles tense up, and I begin to squirm, but he holds my legs against the desk. The pressure builds until I can’t take it anymore, and then it consumes me. Bliss radiates from my pussy until it’s surging through my entire body.

“Yes…” I nearly choke on my own breath, and my words come out as a raspy whisper. “That feels amazing!”

I begin to peak, and Lawson’s tongue doesn’t slow down. If anything, it gets faster. I’m used to an explosive peak when I masturbate, but this one is different. It lasts longer. It soars higher. I feel like I’m floating in the clouds. When I finally do begin to come down, I feel pressure building. I’m not done.

“I’m about to come again!” My eyes open wide with surprise.

A second orgasm sends me back into the clouds. I’ve never had two orgasms back-to-back before. This one tears through my body with a lot more intensity than the first. I dig my nails into Lawson’s scalp and use him for support as I begin to convulse. I stay trapped in the peak for what feels like an eternity before the clouds break, and I begin falling back into reality. The euphoria is mesmerizing and beautiful.

“Was all of the teasing worth it?” Lawson lifts up and pulls me into his arms.

“God, yes.” I lean against his shoulder and sigh.

My body is buzzing, and my thoughts are in disarray. It’s a pleasant kind of chaos where order isn’t needed. I’m simply happy to exist in this moment with Lawson. He holds me long enough for the afterglow to settle in, but then a new hunger begins to form. I’m not fully satisfied. There’s something missing. It isn't a fantasy—it’s as real as the heart pounding in my chest.

“I want you.” I purr into Lawson’s ear. “Not Principal Brooks—I need the man who kissed me on the couch earlier.”

“He hasn’t left.” Lawson leans back, and I see the same hunger in his eyes.

Lawson lifts me off the desk, and our lips sear together. Our second kiss is even more explosive than the first. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he walks to the door. He opens it so fast the knob slams into the wall, and the next thing I know, we’re in his bedroom. Our bodies entangle as we crash into the bed—lips still seared together, hunger radiating from both of us that is begging to be satisfied.

I begin to unbutton Lawson’s shirt. Our lips break their seal so he can strip it off. I knew he could easily fill out Superman’s suit, but seeing his shirt come off is still a sight to behold. He looks like he’s chiseled from stone, and his muscles are covered in gorgeous ink. Our lips come back together, and he pushes his pants down low enough to kick them off.

I want him so bad. More than a fantasy. More than any crush. This is real life, and it’s so much better. Lawson’s lips pull away from mine and tease my neck. My skin is on fire and covered in goose bumps at the same time.

“Is this your first time?” he asks with a gasp and teases my earlobe with a kiss.

“Yes.” I exhale sharply.

“I’ll take good care of you toni

ght.” He lifts up and runs his hands along my body as he positions himself between my thighs.

I just met him yesterday, but I believe every word he says. It feels strange to trust someone I barely know, especially when so many others in my life have proven to be unworthy of it. Lawson seems different. I don’t have any hesitations about losing my virginity to him. I won’t regret a single thing we do.

Lawson reaches across me and opens the top drawer of his nightstand. He fumbles around for a moment, and then I see a condom in his hand.

“You don’t have to wear that.” I put my hand on his. “My mom put me on the pill when I was fifteen; she got pregnant really young and didn’t want the same thing to happen to me.”

He hesitates for a moment, but then the condom falls to the floor. Maybe it’s foolish, but I want my first time to be as real as it can be. I want to feel him. He hasn’t been with anyone since his divorce. There isn’t anything for either of us to worry about.

“Okay.” Lawson guides the head of his cock to my pussy.

All the endless nights wondering if I would ever meet someone seems so meaningless now. I just needed to be in the right place at the right time—to meet someone as amazing as him. I’ve never been an ordinary girl, so I didn’t expect to ever be this happy. I’m thankful that I never gave in the pressure to see if a relationship with someone else would work. This feels so damn right.