Daphne Vs. Daddy
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Daphne
Every filthy moment I’ve spent with Dominic has been the most mind-blowing sexual experience in my life in that moment. My dreams are full of repeats of the naughty things we’ve done, and they always wake me up in a sweat and in need of a cold shower.
But this? The way that he’s looking at me right now?
Dominic loves me. He wants to marry me. He doesn’t want to hide anything, or keep a secret. He wants me as much as I want him, and there’s a real chance at happily ever after. I want that so badly. I remember the simple crush I had on him when he was my stepfather. I remember seeing him again at a definite low point in my life and feeling how he could make my pussy ache for him, but not my heart… not in a bad way. He’s fucked me hard and good, but Dominic… he’s always tried to be tender with my heart.
That’s the sort of thing that sticks with a girl.
I get on tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck. I want to kiss him, but first I just have to be cute and shit because I rub my nose against his. I’m just so in love with him and I want to remember this moment forever. The scent of his skin. The warmth of his arms around me. The way his smile goes all the way to his eyes when he looks at me with a look that is pure love.
I love Dominic. It might be screwed up to some people, but to everyone that matters, it's just fine. We see it, and they see it. And I can’t stand the idea of waiting even a second longer to not be kissing him right now. Kissing Dominic is always so sensual and romantic. And now, all of our cards are on the table.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper, running my tongue between my lips as my heart starts drumming a song of pure anticipation. “Right now,” I add, needing him to understand just how badly I need to be alone with him.
“Let’s,” he replies with a nod, and then he reaches for my hand and holds it in his. Just like lovers do in the movies; just like in fairy tales.
“Girls, I… I need to…” I start to say, stammering. I can’t even form a coherent sentence right now; my brain is in complete disarray.
“Just get out of here,” Giselle cuts me short, waving her hand casually as if she’s dismissing me, and winking all the same. Yeah, the girls are already making movies in their heads about what I’ll be doing a few minutes from now. I feel blood rushing to my cheeks as I think of that, but then I just shrug it off.
“We’ll talk later,” I merely say with a smile, and then I let Dominic walk me out of the bar, his arm laced on mine. “Where are we going?” I ask him, looking up at him and munching on my lower lip. Both my apartment and his are more than twenty minutes away, and that’s if the traffic isn’t as crazy as it usually is.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already booked a room across the street,” he replies, a devious grin shining on his face. God bless him; he really thought of everything.
Two minutes later we’re strolling through the lobby of a small but luxurious hotel; a set of stairs after that and Dominic opens the door to our room. I’m in such a hurry to be alone with him that I almost stumble inside the room, but he catches me just in time, his hands on my waist. Spinning me around, he makes me face him and then pulls me into his embrace.
I let my gaze fall from his eyes to his mouth, and then I surrender to the burning need inside of me.
First I kiss his upper lip, gently pressing both of my lips there. Then I do the same to his lower lip. I feel him hold in a breath, wanting more but wanting to let me kissing him the way that I want to.
When I press both of my lips to both of his, though, he can’t take anymore waiting. I feel his hand cup the back of my head, fingers weaving through my hair, and he pulls me tight against him.
His tongue parts my lips and sweeps into my mouth. His mouth opens wider and I kiss him, too. My tongue moves inside his mouth. I kiss him, turning and shifting and reaching up to kiss deeply like only he and I do. I kiss him with everything in me, and that’s only fair: Dominic kisses me with every ounce of passion that has ever existed in the world.
My heart swells ten times its normal size in my chest and my heart flutters. Never have I been so happy in my life.
The kiss gets gentler, his tongue back in his mouth and our lips pressing together softly. When we both let each other go, we hold hands and look into each other’s eyes.
“I need to taste your pussy, baby girl,” Dominic says with a low growl in his throat. “Undress,” he says.
I step back, peeling off my clothes and watching him do the same. My skin prickles as I feel the fabric of my clothes brushing against my skin on the way down, and then there’s a growing wetness between my thighs as I unclasp my bra and pull its straps down my shoulders. Then, pursing my lips, I hook my thumbs on the side of my thong and send it flying down my legs, the cool air lapping at my wet pussy.
I watch him undress as I do it, my eyes roaming over his muscles as he unbuttons his shirt and then pushes his pants and boxer briefs down, his cock springing free like a mast from a ship. I will never get tired of looking at his perfect body. Every chiseled, defined, muscular, tanned part of his body makes me lick my lips and my throat gets a little drier.
“I can’t wait to feel your mouth on my pussy,” I say, my eyes never leaving him. I like this whole dirty talk thing. I love him, and he loves me, and we both love saying really filthy things to each other before we do even naughtier things. And that’s sweet, don’t you think?
Looking into his eyes, I’m almost afraid of the intensity I see there as he comes for me. The thrill of him coming after like a predator for his prey sends a jolt of heat to my clit, which he meets with how he lifts me up and pulls my pussy right to his face.
Holding me over the bed, my hair falls back and eventually my head touches the bedspread. He’s up on his knees and holding my pussy up to him. He’s licking, sucking, stroking my wet pussy folds.
I shudder and shiver in response, already so sensitive with the way he’s touching me. I can’t escape, of course. Dominic’s hands are cupping my ass and gripping me tight. My legs are dangling around him. He’s pulling my body up and down to his mouth and moving his mouth over my pussy, treating me like an object and worshiping me all at once. I’m already about to cum when his mouth closes over my clit. He lays me down on the bed and pulls my legs up high, licking up and down my pussy and then returning to my clit.
I’m sucking in huge breaths. Little cries escape my lips because I need his touch so fucking much. He’s bringing me so close already and I just want more. I roll my hips up, dragging my hands through his hair and pushing his face down on my pussy.
“I’m cumming!” I cry out, and I am. I hold his face against my pussy and quake against him, molten lust exploding from body by the second. His mouth and his tongue lap up all the cream and keep milking me for more.