T's Bedtime Stories: I Miss Telling You What To Do (18+)
“No, it’s not that — I can tell when you’ve tried not to flirt. You’ve just told me in the past that I am not your type.”
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DISCLAIMER: This story is pure, 100 percent fiction, and is not rooted in facts or actual events. Names and likenesses to living people and past events are coincidental and used as a backdrop, not a retelling. If you feel like you recognize the characters in question, then I applaud your imagination and you’re welcome for the new fantasies 😉. This story also features adult sentiments that constitute R-rated, sexual, and erotic themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Themes — and a glossary or two should you need it — and one more for good measure:
First-person narrative
Friends-to-Lovers
Former Co-workers
Penetration
Body Appreciation
BBW
Curvy Women
DDlg
Kink
Spanking
Dirty Talk
Breeding Kink
Oral
M4F
F4M
Soft MDom
Praise
Cockwarming
Story Soundtrack: Mary J. Blige 'Be Without You'
Synopsis: After years of knowing I have a crush on you and years after I’ve confessed my feelings to you — our friendship remains very close and stronger than before. But you come to your senses — I am your type, after all. You’re ready to make it right.
I Miss Telling You What To Do
Daniel leaned back in his dinner table chair and made the most relaxed sound my ears have ever heard: a loving compliment. But hearing it from the sweetest, most gentle, light pink lips of a man I loved so much was more than I could bear.
“Tara,” Daniel cooed, “that was the best home-cooked meal I’ve had in ages.”
“I’m so glad you liked it, Danny,” I replied sweetly. “I made dessert, too.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes! I thought you might require something sweet.”
“Oh, so I get dessert and you?”
I almost dropped my plate as I stood up, looking at him while I bit my lip. I couldn’t help it. I’ve wanted Danny for so fucking long.
“Say what?” I asked, turning around. He sighed, a satisfied smirk on his face. I’d seen it a dozen times during playful bickering and arguing over stories and gossip. He’s the only man who’s ever been able to render me speechless.
One memory that replays in my mind is when I walked into his office in a Kelly green babydoll sundress, wedge heels, and smooth, moisturized brown skin. ‘Wow!’ you said, biting your lip and leaning back in your office chair. ‘You look…” You caught yourself when you saw my face and gauged your reaction thoughtfully and professionally. You released your bottom lip with a sigh and regained your composure. ‘Your skin…um, green is your color. Very complimentary.’ You do the same things when you compliment my smile. I’ve heard you self-correct sexy to sweet enough times to know what you’ve meant.
As all of that flashes like a sitcom clip show, you’re staring at me with a lusty look altogether different from what I am used to.
“What are you saying,” I asked again to ensure my imagination wasn’t getting the best of me.
“I want you,” Daniel replied, standing up and approaching me.
I froze — I didn’t want to move unless Daniel moved me or told me to. He was finally in a position where I could have him to myself. Finally — fucking finally.
“So you’re going to be my dessert,” Daniel said, finally standing in front of me and reaching his hands out to grab me by my lower back. “You’re going to be my 2 a.m. snack, and before that…”
Daniel kissed me sweetly on my forehead and I looked at him in awe. His body against mine was different this time — not just our normal long, lingering friendly hugs. This feeling is the reason our hugs usually couldn’t last too long. Daniel pressed up against me and felt so right. His hands went from my face to my neck firmly, and a soft moan escaped my lips.
“...my nightcap, my dessert, my whole meal…” Daniel lifted my chin to meet his gaze and smiled lovingly at me as he stroked my cheeks. “You make me feel so good, Tara. So loved, so sexy, so wanted. So fucking needed. I love that you need me. You’re going to be my dessert, my nightcap, my 2 a.m. snack, my breakfast in the morning. You’re going to get all of me for the time I’ve wasted avoiding my feelings for you. No woman has ever loved me the way you have. I love you.”
I smiled up at Daniel and felt the tears build in my eyes. Again, Daniel had rendered me speechless.
“I get so happy, nervous, and excited when I see you,” Daniel said. “You make me so happy, baby girl.”
With his last words whispered definitively, Daniel kissed my lips sweetly. His kiss didn’t break and I leaned into it, pressing myself against him. His hands finally explored me in ways I only fantasized about when I played with myself. Fuck, was he finally mine?
I stopped, finally coming to my senses.
“So wait,” I said. “Daniel — you’re saying you’ve always felt this way? Even knowing I’ve had feelings for you?”
“Tara,” Daniel said, sweetly kissing my forehead. “You couldn’t tell by the way I touched you that I’ve always wanted you? Fuck, I’ve never been the best flirt — I am not very obvious.”
“No, it’s not that — I can tell when you’ve tried not to flirt. You’ve just told me in the past that I am not your type.”
“Huh?”
“Your body type,” I lamented.
“Oh,” Daniel said, looking down.
“Yeah,” I said, taking a step back. “You were very clear — thin, petite, and blonde.”
“I admitted I was shallow.”
“You did,” I replied. “And I admit I think I am too much woman for you physically.”
“I am shallow. It was rude of me to say. When I said it, however, I didn’t know you were into me. Also,” Daniel said, closing the space between us, “I never said I wasn’t in love with you or unattracted to you. You’re smart — you’re sexy as fuck and so beautiful. I can talk to you about anything and you always ask if I want advice or to vent because ‘baby. You know how I get,’ - ha. So fucking sweet. You’re the softest, smoothest woman I’ve ever touched. You smell so sexy and your ass….fuck, your ass is incredible. I just have to get used to all of that ass, mmm…May I touch it?”
I cackled and put my head on Daniel’s chest as he wrapped his arms around me.
“I’ve always wanted to squeeze it. Do you know what it’s like to see you walk away with all that ass, baby,” Daniel’s voice went from his normal, friendly register to slightly deeper and raspy — is this his feral voice?
“Did I ever tell you your laugh makes my cock throb?”
I shook my head as I bit my lip with a giggle. I looked up at him and smiled, and he sighed and cupped my face in between his big, strong hands. His usual gentle touch became firm and assertive. He was touching me like I was already his — and I was. I wasn’t sure what to think the first time I felt Daniel touch my body this way. His hands were the perfect compliment to every curve of me. Body like a backroad, indeed.
“No, but, how about you show me while you kiss me again,” I asked with my most authoritative voice.
Daniel grinned, moaned, grabbed my ass, and pulled me closer to him. He squeezed my asscheeks as he pressed our bodies together. He let out a low, deep chuckle and kissed me — this time it was the type of kiss that made me drip with ache — more ache for him than I’d ever known before. He’s been my crush, my “what if” guy since 2011. Was this happening?
He took my body into his hands like he was meant to touch me. His tongue, his lips, his groaning as he kissed me — oh, my god — I thought I was having an out-of-body experience. He’d been eye-fucking me since we met up after my workout. Once we got to my house, I told him I had to shower and it seemed like it took everything in him not to ask to join me. If he’d asked, I would have let him.
“You have no idea how many wet dreams and fantasies you’ve occupied of mine, fuck,” he moaned into my lips between slow, wet kisses.”I can only get off when I think about you. I have moaned your name so many times, baby girl…”
I squealed as Daniel slapped my ass, squeezed it as it jiggled in his hands, and picked me up, placing me on my kitchen island. He broke our long French kiss and smiled at me.
“And I thought you would have made the first move,” Daniel said. “You like it when your man takes the lead?”
“Are you my man now,” I asked coyly.
“If you’ll allow it,” Daniel responded, his lips between my ear and neck, dangerously close to my neck’s sweet spot on the right side. “Plus, my top fantasy about you is…”
Daniel stopped himself and I was thoroughly intrigued.
“Hmm,” Daniel pondered, “maybe I should hold off on that.”
“Wait — what?” I demanded. “Hold off on what?”
“Nothing,” he said, a bit of hesitation lining his words. “I don’t want to freak you out.”
“But we know so much about one another!”
“But we don’t know one another’s kinks,” Daniel said. “Very different than our normal conversations.”
“We’ve talked about sex before, Danny.”
“Yes, and I’ve stopped myself from telling you all of the things I’d want to do to you.”
I smiled as I paused — he was right. I’ve tried to goad him and flirt the answers out but never gotten too expressive about my sex life or turn-ons — neither has he. I wanted to the night I confessed my feelings to him, but he was so sweet and loving in his rejection I couldn’t even stop loving him if I wanted to. And I tried.
“Well,” I said, “I don’t mind telling you now if you’re asking.”
I had the perfect access to him right now — I touched Daniel’s face, neck, and firm chest, and ate up his 6’ lean-bodied frame. He must look like Apollo underneath those clothes.
“I’m an open book, as you know,” I said as I kissed his lips sweetly. “But you’ll have to tell me yours as well. If you want to be with me, I want to make sure I make you happy and keep you satisfied and always wanting more.”
“Fuck, I already crave you,” Daniel groaned. “You’re mine regardless — whatever you want, I’ll do it. Mmmm, I already have a good feeling I know what your kinks are.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. Yes, baby girl, I think I do. We know one another well enough.”
“Hmmm, try me,” I said with a grin.
He scoffed and sat on the barstool in front of me, his hands slowly going up my legs and digging his nails into each thigh.
“Fuck, these thighs,” he said, kissing each before pulling himself back up. “Now, let’s see here: you’re smart, intelligent, so fucking sexy, hardworking, adorable, and a professional woman who tells people what to do daily. And, because I know how much you love your work in telling people what to do, especially men because you love to boss me around —”
“You fucking love it,” I laughed. He sank his fingers more possessively into my thighs.
“You want a man to lead you in…certain aspects. I also know how bashful you get when people speak lovingly of you…”
“I am not a braggart!”
“I know, baby, I know,” he said, kissing each bare knee, “You’re a good girl/brat — a switch. It depends wholly on your mood. With me, you’re both — but I know you aim to make me happy and proud of you. Right?”
“I can confirm that.”
“A good girl with a praise kink.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Such a good girl,” Daniel smiled. “And I must confess this to you: I have always wanted to get a little rough with you.”
“A little rough? Like how?”
“Like daddy-dom you. With your consent, safe words, all of it. I just know you’ll happily do what I ask. Won’t you, Tara?”
My mouth went dry, but I wasn’t afraid — I was impressed that Daniel knew what I wanted and was confidently telling me — he knew he was reading my mind.
All I could do was nod “yes” to confirm his answer.
“Good girl,” he smiled. “It’s just our chemistry is just…”
“Intense?” I finished.
“Exactly. And,” he looked down and then looked me deeply in the eyes, “and I just know I am going to melt from hearing you say ‘yes, daddy,’ because hearing you say my name or ‘yes, sir,’ fucking makes….fuck, Tara, you make my cock throb. I’ve always loved your voice, honey.”
I was officially his. He didn’t have to ask for permission.
“But,” he said, still staring longingly into my eyes, “I always fantasized about you domm-ing me. Make me beg for your body and your mouth and your love and affection. Making me beg for all of your tight, wet holes…”
“Daniel, fuck…”
“So, I think you’re probably a switch like me, but you live in that brat-good girl sweet spot. It’s the roles we play now, except…”
He stood up slid one hand between my legs, and placed his other hand firmly around my throat.
“I can touch you where I want, kiss you, put my hand around your, mmmm, pretty little throat,” he whispered, his voice more wild and wolf-like than I’d ever heard it. “You have the prettiest lips and your smile…fuck, even your smile turns me on. And when you look at me, wink, and bite that sexy bottom lip when you want your way, I get so fucking hard,” his warm kiss was hot with lust. “I have wanted control of you for so fucking long.”
I couldn’t keep my hands off him now — he was mine after all — and once our tongues swirled in one another’s mouths, we sealed the deal.
“So, was I right,” Daniel asked between kisses.
“Yes, sir,” I sweetly responded.
“Good girl,” he said pleased. “Do you want to be my baby girl, Tara?”
“Yes, sir — absolutely.”
“You are such a good girl.”
Daniel ran his thumb across my lips to my chin and neck as his other hand slowly made his way down my pants. He found his pot of honeyed, liquid gold and smiled a devil’s grin. When our eyes met, that untapped chemistry exploded. I sucked his thumb as he put it in my mouth. I couldn’t help it. Daniel’s big brown eyes had gone sinful and dark — I could feel the heat from every corner of his being surrounding me.
“I guess if you’re sucking my thumb like that, mmm,” Daniel said, his voice in a low growl, “I guess your answer is ‘yes,’ but I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered.
“You’ve always been my favorite, did you know that?”
I grinned and nodded while still sucking his thumb.
“So, may I stay the night with you,” Daniel asked.
“Oh, of course, Tommy!”
“Who?” His big, brown eyes, usually warm and soft like liquid milk chocolate and love for me were now a lustful, sinful shade of black. I could see the gentleman I’d always known switch to a lean-bodied version of heated dominance.
“Yes, sir — of course, you can stay here,” I replied as I corrected myself. “I have to get used to this — I got excited — I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“You’re such a sweet baby girl,” he moaned. “Good. I have just one request for now.”
“Anything, sir.”
“I’d like for you to take me to your bedroom and allow me to undress you, then undress me. I want to taste you.”
He reached for my hand, kissed it, and placed it on the outside of his pants atop his throbbing erection.
“Oh fuck,” I thought, but it came out as a breathless mumble from my lips.
“Then I want your beautiful lips and mouth wrapped around me.”
“I knew it. I fucking knew it!”
“Ha, knew what?”
“Fuck,” I said. “I knew your cock would be perfect.”
My mouth watered as I rubbed his dick and he laughed at my silly lusting. I wanted to suck him off first.
“Um, Daddy,” I asked, not realizing how soft my voice had gotten.
“Yes, my love?”
“May I suck your cock first? It’s always been my fantasy to give you head.”
“Yeah? Do you want my cock in your mouth?”
“Yes, sir — sucking cock is,” I said with a sly smile appearing on my face as our eyes met, “mmmm, it’s a huge turn-on for me. It makes me very wet.”
“You asked so sweetly, princess. Mmmm. Let’s go to bed and do that. You’re going to be so pretty on your knees.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
We kissed deeply again, and his hands reached up to my top and cupped my breasts.
“Whoa, Tara, wait — your nipples are pierced,” Daniel asked as he pulled my top up and grazed his thumbs against my nipples and their bars. He cupped them as I slowly pulled my top over my shoulders and tossed it into the nearest room. “Your tattoos were already sexy, but, fuck me, your body…”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I cooed as he caressed me.
“You’re such a good girl for me — my favorite — fuck, your body.”
“You bring out the best in me, Daddy.”
“Mmm, I’m so glad to hear that. I bet you’re a naughty girl, too.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Mmm…”
He finished undressing me, his hands getting familiar with every soft curve of my body. We walked to my bedroom, and he grabbed me to kiss me and whispered against my lips: “Lie back on the bed, beautiful. I want to see your entire body laid out in front of me. Yes, baby. Show me what’s mine.”
I laid back on the bed and moaned as his lips joined the caress of my body with his hands. He looked me in my eyes as his fingers slid between my thighs and traveled up to my swelling pussy; he didn’t have to spread me apart to feel the wetness spilling from outside my core.
“Tara,” he moaned. “Is that for me? Did I make you a mess, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Aye, baby, mmm…I always wanted you just like this,” he confessed. “Displayed for my eyes only, Tara. May I slide a finger inside of you?”
“Yes, please?”
“Thank you, baby, you’re so sweet…”
He pulled his fingers from between my legs and marveled at my wetness. He looked me straight in my eyes and licked one finger, sticking his second wet finger into my mouth, letting me suck on his long pointer finger. I tasted so sweet off his digit. I started to cream again as he put his second hand back on my pussy, kissing me from my lips to my neck, chest, down my “yummy tummy — I love it — is that weird?” you asked. I managed to moan, “No, sir,” as I felt your breath on my mound.
“Look at my good little favorite glisten for me,” he moaned. His voice melted me with every syllable — I’d never heard him like this. “Tara, you taste so sweet. May I taste you? Please, baby?”
Daniel is a Pleasure Dom. Of course, he is.
“Yes, Daddy — please taste me.” Who am I to deny him?
“Ask better, baby.”
“Please, sweet Daddy,” I moan, thrusting my center closer to his welcoming face. I hear him giggle and groan as he playfully pretends to serve as he grabs me firmly in place. “Will you pretty please lick my sweet pussy, daddy?”
“You’re so polite, my sweet Tara. I would love to do that for you.”
“Mmm, thank you, Daddy.”
He gently spread my lips open and licked me from top to bottom and back again. The sensation alone would have unraveled me, I heard him chuckle and grunt, groaning as his tongue slowly made its way into my tight, wet opening. He was savoring me. The most patient man I knew was savoring my taste. His mouth was for my pussy. The moment I thought that, I climaxed in his mouth. Feeling him moan: “Good girl, Tara,” as he lapped me up will be sketched into my mind for eternity.
I arched my back in disbelief as his slow tongue strokes inside of me met with a hand slowly strumming my clit. A squeal and a moan escaped me, much to his delight. He had me right where he wanted me and I was powerless to the firmness of his lips covered in my lust. I ground myself onto his face as he murmured how juicy I was.
“Your new nickname is ‘Peaches,’ by the way,” he said as I looked down and saw his gaze meeting mine, mouth still licking at me.
“Ha,” I squeaked out. “Why’s that, Daddy?”
“All this ass and all this fucking juicy pussy,” he said directly. I didn’t know he was this filthy.
Daniel licked every inch of me, sweetly kissing and nibbling my inner thighs — a king’s gesture, in my humble opinion — his fingers in my hips and thighs. I grabbed the back of his head as his tongue went back inside of me — I could feel it in places I didn’t know a tongue could reach. He smacked my thighs as a sign for air and looked up at me with a delicious grin made sexier by my wetness coating his sweet, pink Starburst-flavored lips.
“Tara,” he said, breathless, “I waited too long for that…”
“Better late than never, Daddy,” I winked at him. He groaned, and his eyes went darker. “You make me so fucking wet.”
“If it’s all for me, tell me who you belong to, Peaches?”
He put his hands under my ass to prop me up and found a pillow to slide under me as if to put my pussy on a pedestal. Daniel licked me from end to end — again — slowly savoring my scent and my taste. His hands worked their way back up my torso to my breasts, squeezing them, still fascinated by the gold bars through each nipple.
His touch, his mouth, hearing him moan and whisper my name — I was beginning to be OK with him dominating me however he saw fit. I felt safe and wanted. He left one long, slow French kiss with my clit and two fingers inside of me be the crescendo as he kissed me back up my torso, licking and suckling my breasts — tongue toying with my piercings. They’ve kept my sensitive nipples even more so over the years — and Daniel knew just how to play with them.
“Peaches,” he whispered, “is my pretty girl going to cum again? Tell Daddy.”
“Fuck, I --- yes!”
“Yes, what, Tara?”
“Yes, Daddy, you’re going to make me cum again…”
“You’re so greedy, baby. I didn’t know you liked to cum so much, Peaches. What if I don’t want you to?”
“Please, Daddy — I want to cum for you all night,” I didn’t recognize my voice, soft and simping as he turned me on my side and laid behind me.
Daniel slowly picked up the pace with the two fingers inside of me as his free arm held me close to him. His hand went from my neck to my breasts as he whispered into my ear, his cock throbbing harder and harder against my ass. Daniel found the spot on the right side of my neck that made me lose my fucking mind when kissed, and the second his tongue stroked it after where nibbled, I rocked down hard on his hand, and his other hand was around my throat. Just as I was about to climax again, he stopped.
I’d never felt so good in my life.
“Peaches — you didn’t answer Daddy, did you?” he growled, and I caught the muscles in his face flutter as I turned my head to look up at him. Daniel morphed into a feral alpha wolf, and we instantly became one.
“Look at me, Tara,” he said, the tip of his throbbing cock now bouncing at my entrance from behind. “Who’s body is this? Who do you belong to?”
He gently placed his two soaking-wet fingers in my mouth and moved them back and forth between my lips as he slowly pressed his tip into my opening. He had a pirate smile as I said, “Daddy, I’m yours. I belong to you, Daniel.”
“There’s my Peaches,” he said in my ear. “Good fucking girl.”
He thrust himself deep inside of me and pressed me closer to him. My mouth opened with his fingers now hovering over my lips, and he began slowly pumping inside me.
“That’s my girl,” he said, straining from picking up the pace and still forcefully holding onto me as if for survival.
“Fuck, baby, you make my cock throb,” he said between strokes. “I will mark you so everyone knows you’re mine.”
“Daddy, trust me, you’ve marked me more than you know,” I said, our eyes meeting.
“Tara, you sexy woman, you…”
His hands went gentle as he caressed me.
“I don’t think you’ll be able to keep your hands off me anyway,” I giggled.
“I don’t want to stop,” he replied, kissing me sweetly. “But I would like to feel my cock in between those pretty lips of yours. Will you suck daddy’s cock, Peaches?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, feeling him fill me up to the hilt, his balls grazing my ass — I didn’t know he’d feel like he was filling all of my empty spaces.
“Please get on your knees, Peaches — Daddy wants to see you while you suck his cock.”
I hated leaving his arms, but I was craving his cock in my mouth. He was about to figure out this mouth was for more than talking shit. I assumed the position, showing him how well I arched my back. He put his hands on my neck, and I smiled up at him — his eyes fueled with nothing but anticipation and dark sexiness that made him other-worldly and delicious. I felt like Persephone with Hades.
His touch was longing and sweet, and then I slowly opened my mouth, and he grew assertive again.
“Peaches, you’re so soft and pretty,” he moaned. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to fuck my baby girl’s mouth like the soaking wet mess you are. I want to see how far you can take my cock down your slutty throat.”
I was starving for him; he’s the only man who’s ever had me at a loss for words. All I could muster was: “Fuck yes, Daddy, fuck my slutty mouth, please?”
He was already in front of me, so he didn’t hesitate. He admired my body — hips, thighs, and ass in the air — reached down my back to my ass and spanked me. I arched down deeper as he reached down my sweet slit, running a finger past my asshole and to my wet pussy. I was still soaked, showing no sign of slowing down in sight.
“You’ve got me throbbing,” Daniel whimpered.
“Daddy, may I suck your cock, please,” I asked.
“You’re so sexy, Tara — yes, baby — I am all yours.”
He leaned down to kiss me one last time, stood back up, and started to stroke his thick cock. It was the perfect length and width for me — thick, slight curve, and a pretty head dripping with his sweet pre-cum. I leaned in and started stroking him myself, sticking my long tongue out so I could flick and circle his tip before I slowly slid him inch by inch into my warm mouth.
Daniel sucked in a breath, and I saw him look down at me with a smile. He laughed as he groaned, his fingers gently gripping my locs.
“Naughty girl, Peaches,” Daniel said. “Fuck, your mouth.”
Daniel is a wordsmith, but he is tongue-tied. I guess we’re even now.
“Your cock tastes so good,” I said on my first slobbery dismount from his member.
“Fuck, does it,” he asked.
“Yes, sir, even better than my dreams or when I touch myself,” I respond, getting back to work, humming on his cock so he could feel it in the balls I was gently groping.
“Fuck, your dirty, slutty little mouth, Peaches,” Daniel moaned. “Who taught you to talk like that?”
“Mmmmmm, I am just the right girl for Daddy, huh?”
“You’re the perfect girl for me, Tara,” Daniel said. “Perfect.”
I give head like it's a MasterClass. I could tell Daniel was enjoying it. By the time his knees began shaking and he was fucking my face like I missed a deadline. Daniel’s words were like my erotic fiction books. Like raw, sexual prose that made me squirm — not that I could squirm much with him pumping in and out of my throat. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and lifted my head.
“Open your mouth, Peaches — it’s wet, but not wet enough,” Daniel moaned. I’d never heard his voice get that deep. I loved that I made him feel sexy and strong. He was certainly making me feel the same way. “Open wide, baby — Daddy’s gotta have his mouth nice and wet.”
Daniel leaned down and kissed me deeply before spitting in my mouth. I looked up at him and laughed, reached back for his cock, and rubbed it all over my mouth before taking him deep again. I felt his knees buckle again, and I slowed down, then stopped — I kissed him back up his torso, licking up his happy trail to his chest while I stroked him off.
“You’re just taking your time, aren’t you,” he said, sighing and caressing me all over. “I don’t remember saying stop, but your kisses feel so good all over me, Peaches.”
“Does daddy not like to wait,” I whispered, making it to one of his delicious ears before licking and nibbling his lobe.
“No, I do not,” he responded, matching my bratty energy.
“I can’t help it, Daddy,” I whimper, slowly kissing his neck and his other ear while still slowly stroking his beautiful cock. “Watching you squirm and moan for me is just too much. Daddy is so good to let me play with him like this.”
Daniel looked me in my eyes — his sweet brown eyes were now midnight black — and groaned my name. I kissed him back down and gently kissed and blew on the tip of his cock. His rock-hard cock twitched a sharp “Fuck!” escaped his lips as I took him back into my mouth. I licked him from his balls to his tip and started sucking him off again. I slipped a free hand between my legs and played with my throbbing clit. Being this open and naked with Daniel was more than I anticipated — maybe more than he did, too.
His moans are better in person than in my wet dreams. It's a hundred times better. It felt like we were performing for one another — except he was all mine.
“Tara, fuck,” he groaned, his hands still in my hair. “Look at me when you suck my daddy-dick. Look at me, Peaches. Look at Daddy. That’s my pretty girl. Eyes on me, Peaches.”
My big brown eyes stared at him, and I held my smiling mouth open to show him whose it was. I slapped his throbbing cock against my tongue, traced the tip against my lips, and watched him gaze at me with glassy eyes as I drooled all over him.
“Does this mean you’re mine, too, Daddy,” I ask between sucks. “Are you mine, daddy?”
He looked down at me and bit his lip, winking at me. He leaned over and spanked my fat ass.
“You’re such a sexy fucking brat,” he moaned, smacking my ass again. “I am going to fucking breed you, Tara. Do you understand?” He spanked my ass again. “Say yes, Peaches.”
He smacked my ass harder. “Yes, Daddy, please breed me.” I squealed as he shoved his cock back down my throat and fucked my mouth. He kept spanking me. I felt my pussy flood while he used my mouth. Daniel moaned my name and smiled.
“I should have known my little favorite would love sucking cock,” he moaned, laughing. “Fuck, you’re a slutty little dream, aren’t you, Peaches?”
“Yes, sir,” I said with a satisfied smirk. I wanted to leave my mark on him, too, so I dug my nails into his strong hips and thighs.
“You are too fucking good at that, my dirty little fuck-slut. Fucking suck my cock, Daddy’s dirty little know-it-all brat,” Daniel said. He was taunting me. He’s one of the few people who can pick on me. I fucking loved it.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, Peaches.”
“Daniel, I want to feel you inside me, Daddy, please?” I feel like I am going to shatter into a million little pieces.
He growled into my mouth. “Fuck, eyes on me, Tara. My sexy brat can ask better than that. Tell me what you want.”
“Daniel, I need your cock inside of me, Daddy. Please, Daddy, fuck me,” I begged with absolutely no shame. For as long as I’ve wanted Daniel, he could turn me anyway at this point — it was his call.
“Please, Daddy,” I moaned, nipping at his nipples. I could always return to giving him head — I would love to taste how creamy he is. I bet he’s so sweet.
He smiled and pushed me back down.
“But my little fuck slut is so fucking beautiful on her hands and knees, sexy mouth on my cock,” he said as I licked at him. My lips so close to his tip made him twitch again, and I laughed when he gently came back to my mouth. “Daddy’s dirty little dick-sucking bitch.”
He leaned over and smacked my ass again. Fuck, Daniel was too good at this. He loves to tell me what to do.
He slowed his thrusts into my mouth and slowly pulled out of my wet mouth, our eyes meeting once again. He was just catching his breath — restraining himself from exploding in my mouth again. What was he made of? — and he smirked at me.
“Stay right there — don’t you fucking move,” Daniel commanded, kissing me on the mouth.
Even in his retreat, he wasn’t far away. I felt Daniel’s hands gently touch every curve of my body as he circled me and joined me on the bed behind me. I was still arched perfectly for him, but he added a pillow underneath me, if not just as an excuse to kiss me from my lips to my neck again, down my shoulder and back. My ass was starting to get sore in all the right ways from his spankings. I was looking forward to more of that, honestly.
Who doesn’t love a good slap on the ass? Or several dozen?
Daniel stopped and started laughing. He just noticed the full-length mirror in the corner of my bedroom — perfectly angled for a private show.
“Tara, Tara, Tara,” Daniel said. Then he looked to his right and noticed the mirror next to her closet door. “Peaches likes to watch herself, huh?”
“Sometimes a girl needs to be her no. 1 fan,” Tara said. “Right, Daddy?”
“Mmm, smart girl,” Daniel said. “Nasty girl. Peaches, you are full of surprises.”
“Fuck, so are you,” I replied as he grazed his perfectly throbbing cock against my ass.
“Your ass is fucking incredible,” he said. “I am so glad I get to touch it now. Fuck me, it’s so soft.” He stroked every inch of me with his hands, smacking my ass and groaning at it as it jiggled. He kept grinding himself on me until I’d had enough, reached around, and found his throbbing cock.
“Daddy,” I moaned.
“Yes, baby?”
“May I put you inside of me, please? I want you so badly.”
“Tell me what you want, Peaches.”
“I want you to fuck me with your cock, please? Please, Daniel, I want you so fucking bad, fuck!”
“My favorite is so impatient,” he crooned, loving my neediness. “You’ve never been a whiner, Peaches. You must want Daddy so badly.”
“Yes, Daddy, I want you so fucking bad. Fuck, you feel so good in my hand.”
As he teased me, I was stroking him — I couldn’t get over the sensation of him throbbing at my touch, but it was so hot.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he slid into me. I took the lead this time, slowly going back and forth on him like we were dancing in a nightclub and the show was just for us. I kicked my head back and caught him watching me in my bedroom mirrors, admiring the curve of my body gyrating on his cock. I slow-winded on his throbbing cock, which was getting harder and harder as he started to whimper.
“Aw, Daddy,” I moaned, making eye contact in my full-length mirror. “Can’t take pussy this good?”
His chuckle was low, and he looked back into my reflection and put his hands on my waist. “Fuck, I have never been this hard before in my fucking life,” he said, meeting my rhythm as they met with our moans. “My fucking cock was made for your perfect pussy, Peaches.”
He kicked his head back as he caught the beat of our lovemaking and took over. His hands went from my waist to my lower back and upward, leaning in to get deeper with every masterful stroke.
“I can’t stop looking at you,” Daniel said. “Let me see my pretty girl’s face while I pound you,” Daniel grunted as his hand reached into my locs and gently pulled me back. I squealed and yelled: “Fuuuuuuuck, Daniel!” and his thrusts got hard and deep.
“Tara, Tara, Tara,” he whispered in my ear as his hands gently gripped my hair, and his chest was against my back, his length still stretching me out. “You must love me. You let me pull these pretty locs, you dirty little fuck slut.”
“I do love you,” I replied, turning my head to look at him. Daniel slowed down and looked at me, kissing me softly. “I love you.”
“I love you, Tara. I love you so much.”
His reply was so sincere. I kissed him again and turned back around, and we caught one another’s gaze.
“I can’t stop looking at you, but I want every inch of you,” he whispered. “Arch that pretty back again.”
We kissed, and I turned to follow his instructions, his hands following the turn of my back as my ass greeted him again. He kissed me where his hands traced, and his sweet, sexy voice whispered about the softness, smell, and taste of my skin, his sweet lips caressing me all over before he slid inside me. This time, he didn’t go slow. That just made me wetter.
“Goddamn, Peaches, your pussy is so tight and wet,” he moaned, sliding out and sliding back into me until his hips hit my ass. He could not keep his hands off me; he kept gripping my ass, spanking me, and commenting on my hips and waist.
“I always wanted you on my desk like this. Every time you walked in,” Daniel said. “Fuck…” His thickness left me a whimpering, cooing mess on his dick. All I could moan or say was: “Daniel,” “Daddy” or “Fuck!”
He’s left me speechless again once he licked my spine as he continued to bury himself in me.
“Please don’t stop, Daddy, harder,” I squeaked. “I am about to cum, fuuuuck…”
“I’m not going to stop, baby, but you’re not cumming on my dick yet,” he grunted. “Fuck, I don’t want to pull out yet — you’re gripping so fucking tight. Your cunt is the absolute best, Tara…”
He slowly pulled out and slammed back into me. He pumped in and out of me, pulling my locs gently again, our moans meshing together as an orgasm was starting to build.
“I’m going to make my good girl cum, then you’re going to sit on my face so I can clean you up,” he leaned down to whisper in my ear before he licked my lobe with the tip of his tongue. “Then, once I’ve tasted us…”
“Fuck, Daniel…”
“Once I am done I want you to ride me,” he said. “Then I am going to slow stroke your sweet pussy until we both cum. Daddy still needs to breed you. Does that sound good, Peaches?”
“Yes, sir,” I said breathlessly.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” he moaned as he smacked my ass. “You moan so fucking pretty, Tara. Fuck the noises you fucking make. I am going to breed you all fucking night.”
I don’t think I’ve ever climaxed this hard, including when he ate me out. Is he just going to get better and better? I felt my body spasm as I creamed his cock, but he didn’t slow down, just kept saying, “More, baby. I want all of your juices on my cock.”
He slowly laid me down as he finally pulled out.
“Turn around! I want to see those big pretty eyes, Peaches,” he commanded. I did what he asked and caught him licking his hand covered in my wetness as he went to begin stroking himself. “It won’t be the last one, Daddy promises.”
“I can go all night,” I said before I realized it. He laid down next to me and kissed me deeply as he stroked himself with one hand and made his way up my thighs with the other.
“God, you’re mine,” Daniel said. “All mine, Tara.” His kisses got hotter. “You’re so pretty, baby.”
I reached my hand to his throbbing dick as he sucked my bottom lip in his mouth. How did he get harder? As I ran my thumb over the tip of his dick, pre-cum continued to flow, and his cock bounced and throbbed in my hand.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby girl?”
“May we 69? You licked me so well, and I want to taste myself off your cock. Please?”
“You asked so sweetly, Peaches,” he said, kissing my lips. “Yes. But will you do something for me first?”
“Anything for you, Daddy.”
Each time I said “Daddy,” he moaned and smiled. “I love your fucking voice… the way you say my name…You have to call me ‘Daddy’ forever now, you know that, right?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck…before we 69,” he said, kissing me again. “Put my cock in your mouth and ride me. I want to see you on top of me.”
I smiled and nodded. He changed plans when excited or overwhelmed. I think he was both.
“I want to be inside of you. You were made for my cock.”
“Yes, sir,” I said. “I’d love to ride your perfect cock.”
“It’s perfect for you, Peaches, and it’s all fucking yours. Do you hear me? It’s all fucking yours. Every inch of me is yours.”
He kissed me and pulled my soft, plush body on top of his. We ground into one another as I kissed him down his neck, shoulders, and chest; he was so hot when he whimpered as I tongued his happy trail, making his body jump — including his cock. His moans…I couldn’t control myself. I got down to his dick and took him in my mouth again.
I stroked his cock as I sucked the tip of his dick — it was smooth and perfect — using his pre-cum like it was my lip gloss. Daniel tasted so sweet.
“Your cock feels so good in my mouth, Daddy,” I said between mouth strokes. “Thank you for letting me pleasure you like this.”
I sucked him deeper, gagging when he hit the back of my throat — but that didn’t stop me from taking every inch of him. He moaned my name, praising my skills and laughing at me.
“Fuck me, look at you go,” he said as he finally met my gaze with his dick in my mouth. There is nothing sexier than having total control over a grown man. “Everything that comes out of your fucking slutty mouth…I should be thanking you.”
Daniel was so sweet and aggressive with me — with every dirty slut, there was an “I love you, pretty girl.” And the way my name came out of his mouth — it was enough to make me cum again on its own.
I felt him throb and twitch in my mouth, he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, running it back and forth across my pursed lips. He looked deeply into my eyes and smiled the sexiest smile while he held back the fact he was edging himself.
“Peaches, please ride me,” he gasped. “I want to cum inside you. Fuck, yes, I want to feel every ounce of you on top of me.”
I didn’t want to stop sucking him, but a good girl does what she’s told. This is the pinnacle of my fantasy: me riding him until we came together. My first time I was mounting this beautiful man. I climbed up on top of him and, with a foot planted on both sides, I took his cock and slowly slid down on it, inch by inch until I was sitting fully flush on him. I gasped at the feeling of him being fully inside of me. He was so deep inside of me. I kicked my head back and laughed as he arched his back and growled.
Daniel just growled at me. He growled at me and grabbed my breasts, and I didn’t feel like I was inside of my body anymore. And even though I am more confident on both feet, Daniel made me feel confident and knee-wobbily weak. I could not resist rocking and rolling on his shaft, letting this beautiful man squeeze me wherever he liked. My well-manicured nails dug into his chest as he looked into my eyes and thrust up into me. His hands were cupping my breasts, and he could feel my heartbeat in time with his grunts and unbelievable moans. I loved the reactions his face and body made when I spelled his name with my hips as I rode him — a noise between a laugh and a growl in concert with hard eye rolls. I giggled and moaned as he looked up at me, face flushed with passion as he bit his bottom lip. Daniel instructed me to bounce down while he bounced up, and I squealed when he quickly grabbed me, sitting up and pressing me into him while still inside. His back was against the wall as he held me, and our lips met with sloppy kisses, moans, and murmurs.
“I’ve always loved you, Tara. You’re mine, baby, you’re all mine,” he moaned.
“I swear, you’re going to make me cum again, fuck.”
“Fuck I wanna be inside of you all every fucking night. I fucking love your body, baby.”
“My body and heart love you back, Daddy.”
“I love it, Peaches, I love it.”
“Make me your cum slut, breed me — cum inside of me, please, Daddy. I’m yours, Daniel. I’m yours.”
“You are mine, Tara,” Daniel said, grabbing my face. “Daddy’s going to cum in your pussy. Look at me, baby. Look at me while I make you a mommy. Look at Daddy, Tara. Look at Daddy while he cums for you.”
With our foreheads pressed together and our eyes locked, tears started to roll down my eyes as I growled as I came.
“Tara, I love you, baby,” Daniel moaned. “Good job, Peaches. I love you so much, fuuuck.”
The way he throbbed and shattered inside of me felt like an earthquake. I’ve never gotten what I wanted and Daniel is what I wanted and needed. He was still throbbing in me when we collapsed onto one another. I laid on top of him, his cock still pulsating inside of me when he rolled me onto my back, kissing me and playing with my hair. I found that his back needed my marks to match his neck and chest — he agreed as he started to slow–stroke me.
“I can’t get enough of you, Tara,” he moaned. “Fucking pussy is so fucking wet for me.”
“Fuck, never pull out, please,” I cried as he smirked and looked at me.
“Please, what,” he said and the lust returned to his eyes. How is his recoil this good? He just emptied himself inside of me. “Don’t let me down now, Peaches. You’ve been such a good girl for me.”
“Daddy, fuck,” I said as he slammed inside of me so deep my moan came out as a squeak.
“Use your words, Tara. Eyes on me.”
“Please, Daddy — please, don’t pull out until you want to taste us together.”
Like a lightbulb when on, Daniel smiled and slowly pulled his coated cock from my pussy and kissed me down my body.
“That’s much better — plus, I did say I’d clean you up before I made love to you, didn’t I?”
“Yes, sir,” and it was the last thing I heard before he put his mouth on my aching pussy. He stretched my legs as wide as he could as he slurped me up, tasting our sweet sex swirled together.
“Fuck, I love how you feel wrapped around my tongue and soaked for me,” he groaned as he feasted on my cunt. “Who did this to you, baby?”
“You did, Daniel. You made me a fucking mess,” I said breathlessly. “I’ve never felt like this…”
“You’re Daddy’s favorite girl,” he said, licking me from top to bottom. “My only fucking girl. We taste so good together.”
Daniel lapped me up where my warmth coated his tongue and dove in again. He rubbed and sucked on my clit in between slurping our orgasm up. He was feral. I couldn’t resist my hips and grinding my pussy all over his mouth. I started wiggling and squealing again, my voice hitting Mariah-like levels — my clit was so sensitive because of him, I couldn’t control myself. I bit my lip as I looked down at Daniel, a devilish grin on his face I’d never seen before. His thumb strummed my face as two fingers expertly reached my insides as he whispered into my ear: “There are so many things we can do together now. You’re so sexy, I can’t stop touching you. You’re mine. You’re all fucking mine, my sexy woman, you, fuck…I want to make this beautiful, perfect fucking pussy squirt.”
He leaned down and sucked on each pierced nipple, biting them and marking me as he continued to play with me.
“Cum for me, Peaches,” Daniel said. ‘Give Daddy my cum — I want it. You have to do what Daddy says, OK?”
I nodded as I took hold of him as he brought me to another orgasm, the inside of my thighs soaked with my wetness. I started stuttering and laughing as I called out his name, creaming his hand as he held me. He spanked my soaking wet cunt and exchanged them with generous licks and kisses.
“Fuck, that’s been a dream of mine. Good job, Peaches. Fuck, look at that, baby — squirting all over Daddy like that? That’s my good fucking girl.”
I had never dreamed of hearing him talk to me like this, but I gladly surrendered the second he made his move. I curled up into him and caught my breath. He embraced me, kissed my nose and forehead, and held me close.
“I am in love with you, Tara,” Daniel whispered. “And just so you know, that was all dirty talk. I just got excited and —”
“I know, Tommy, thank you,” I cut him off, reassuring him I did not take offense to it. “You’re so sweet. I enjoyed it. It wasn’t too much for me. I don’t mind being your dirty bitch at home, or in any private place where we can get away with it.”
He looked at me relieved as I took my last deep breath and we smiled at one another.
“I did mean it when I said you’re mine now,” he said.
“Good. I want to be with you. I’ve waited too long for you. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
I kissed him, tasting the mixture of us in his mouth and I wrapped my arms around him.
“My web queen in the streets and my bratty slut in our beds,” Daniel said. “I’m so proud of you. I can’t wait to show you off as mine.”
Daniel was always so loving and supportive of me — I finally got him.
He’s also a wonderful lover because he was still rock hard when I reached down to see. What was Daniel made out of?
“You’ve got me so turned on, Tara, I can’t help it,” he whispered in a deep rumble. “I want you so badly, Peaches.”
“Make love to me, Daniel, please? I want to feel you on top of me.”
I didn’t even know what I was saying, it just felt right. Plus, he said he was going to. I wanted to make eye contact with him while he was inside of me again. He sweetly kissed me and moaned: “I’d love to make love to you, honey.”
His words fell onto my lips as he laid me back, smoothing over my wild locs as I opened my legs for him. He easily slid into me, pulled out to rub the tip of his cock back and forth against my clit, looking me deep in the eyes. He watched me moan and bite my lip as I smiled up at him.
“Fuck, I love it when you smile at me like that,” he grunted.
“I love it when you tease me because you like getting me worked up,” I replied, my hands going to his back and my legs wrapping around his waist.
“You’re still soaked for me, goddamn,” he said, slapping his cock against my slit. “Daddy’s sexy Peaches has the best pussy. I love it, Tara. I am going to slide into you, and I am not going to stop, OK? Use your words, baby.”
“Please don’t stop. Make love to me, please?”
“Say my name, Tara.”
“Daniel,” I said, our gazes locked. “Daniel, I need you, baby. Make love to me, please?”
“Fuck…”
He slowly slid into me and we both gasped. I was still tight and wet around him. I gripped him and he grunted with a sexy grin when I did.
I’ve never had a man this lovely on top of me before. I loved that he was so close, my nails digging into his hot flesh. Hearing him moan and whimper at the sensation of his strokes made me pull him as close as I could.
“Big, sexy thighs, fuck!” He smacked my thighs and pulled me tighter around him.
My excited giggle turned him on and his pace increased as he buried himself into me.
“I am going to drain you, Daddy,” I said, back arched as he hit my G-spot. I couldn’t help but match his pace by bucking up into him — we always got on the same page quickly. As we were seconds away from cumming together, he gave me the most passionate kiss. We both fell apart in one another’s arms, lips still together as our fingers linked and we mouthed “I love you” to one another.
“Man,” I said once I caught my breath.
“Fuck me, I know,” he laughed.
“Give me 30, and I will,” I joked.
Daniel laughed and pulled me to him, lying my head on his chest.
“I love you, Tara.”
“I love you, too, Daniel. I always have.”
He rocked me to sleep with himself still buried inside of me. He said he didn’t want to leave yet.
END
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