Hello Miss Reader.
It’s been a while since I heard you beg. I mean, really beg.
Loud, in an almost painful plea, right in my ear.
Since I heard that unmistakable desperation in your voice as you cry out to me, begging for me to release you.
My deep voice coaching you to do exactly what I want you to do.
To touch, where I want you to.
To touch, as fast as I want you to.
To slow down, when I want you to.
As I tell you, in the most vivid and specific detail you can imagine, what I will do to your body when I get my hands on you. When I tell you, I want you to touch, but not cum, until I say so. So you ask me, and I say…
‘Not even close’ is what I really meant.
I tell you how I will approach you, from the side. How I will feel you when I do it. How my dominant hand will slide right up your chest, between your breasts, and right up around your neck.
How I will kiss you, to distract you, from what my other hand is doing, as it slides down between your legs and I find your warmth and wetness, driving my fingers inside you just enough to pull them out and saturate your clit as a begin to run a game on your body.
This is when I tell you to play along for me, but faster now.
When I say, “faster, harder, and circles over your clit.”
“Now taste yourself for me,” I tell you.
You tell me, “I taste so good.”
I know you do, Kitten. I know.
I paint a vivid picture in your ear of what comes next as my voice ruins your ability to stay calm. I tell you how I will push you down, flip your legs back, drive fingers into your G spot as my mouth encompasses your clit.
You tremble when I tell you this. You get anxious and ask again, “Can I please cum now Daddy?”
“No, not yet.”
I tell you what comes next. A man staring into your eyes as he unbuttons his long-sleeve black shirt unbuttons his jeans, pulls off his white undershirt, and stands in front of you with a hard cock pushing out of his boxer briefs. He pulls his cock out, taps it on your hungry pussy lips, and drives himself deep and hard inside you.
You cannot handle it. You beg me.
“Pleeeeeasssee Daddy. Pleeeeease can I cum please ???!!!”
“No. Not yet.”
Relentlessly pummeling himself into your swollen wet throbbing pussy until you see a look in his eyes.
This is when I say….
“Cum Kitten. Cum for me now.”
You touch your pussy a little harder and then the screams fall upon my ears and it sounds like the best music I have ever heard.
I cum too.
But I tell you, as we finish, that I am proud of you.