Today I called in sick. I needed my girl. My Babydoll. My Kitten. Mine.
I can’t very well do anything at work anyways with my mind in the constant State of You. I need the feel of you. I need the scent of your hair touching my nose. I need my hands rummaging across your entire body with intensity. I need the heavy breathing.
I need to see what I can do to you. I need to feel what you can do to me.
You sit on the ground staring up the man you met not all that long ago but feel like you have known forever now. Hands bound together. Full trust in the man you want to trust more. Trust me.
The thoughts I see racing through your mind. Fuck, I wish I was Superman. I wish I could read your mind. But part of the passion building up inside me is driven by the not-knowing. The anticipation.
I think to myself in words I hear only in my head as loud as if they were shouted, “Fuck this woman is killing me”…“Fuck.”…“Fuck this anticipation is hot as hell, but still, it’s killing me too.”
Heart’s beating a mile a minute and I just want to ravish you right now. Fuck it. I do. Hands around your neck, lifting you up, one slides between your legs to feel the wetness I created in you. Slipping inside you I need to make you cum the first of many. So I do. The look in your face and sound in your voice as you hit the internal wall of yourself. MMM. That’s what I am after.
Throw you on the bed and now it’s my time to make you dance with my mouth. Legs up and I dive in between your legs and bury my face in your shaking mess. No slow soft shit either…only passion. Only aggression. Fingers enter you with a clit in my mouth and let’s just stay here until you cum again, Kitten. Good girl.
I need to feel you now. I need you. I needed you since I first saw you, but now it’s past controllable. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away. My hands are everywhere…gripping your throat and pulling your hair and thumbing your clit as I slide my hardness into your wetness and the apex of our passion is just beginning. You beg to cum as I am just getting started and I want nothing more. I need more than three orgasms of yours. I have to have more than three. Three is for bad nights. I need more. So I let you.
I pull out when you think I am going to keep going so I can fingerfuck you again into a squirting mess and you cum again for Daddy. Good girl. That’s four, but who’s counting? Answer: I am. I always am. Always.
Bury my face in you again and lick you from asshole to clit and see you shutter and writhe and kick lick a bronco. That was just to make me feel like a champ.
Enter you again, two hands gripping your neck and I push into you as hard and fast as my body will allow until we cum together. You are in heaven. I am right there with you.
Put that face on my chest and let’s do nothing for as long as we can.
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