Page 43 of Sideline Play

Finding the teal bag that’s hardly longer than my palm, I take it into the bathroom with me, peeling my leggings and sport tank off as I go. Once there, I get the shower turned on and begin unpacking my toy and its attachments at the sink. Humming as I measure and mix the sticky substance, I put the syringe in and fill it up, attaching the tube to the bottom.

Then looking at myself in the mirror, I cup my breasts and start to play with my nipples. Rolling, pinching, pulling. I feel each touch slide down my spine and connect to my clit like hot liquid, Remi’s name a soft prayer on my lips.

It’s not long before I start reaching for my pussy, my fingers eager to feel the source of the slick currently sticking to the topof my thighs. My first caress is feather light, my body excitedly jumping as I whimper from the touch.

Circling my entrance, I bring my arousal up to the swollen bundle of nerves and begin lazily petting it. As it grows erect and my eyes turn heavy, I reach for the dildo, beginning to walk over to the shower.

Inside, I suction the toy’s base to the built in bench and exchange my hand for humping the shaft until my cunt is gliding along the silicone with ease.

Turning around, I widen my stance, holding it in place as I start to work the flared head inside me. Moaning as I lower inch-by-inch, I miss the sound of Remington stepping into the shower until I’m fully seated on my toy, my eyes locked with his as I say his name.

“If I’m overstepping?—”

“Stay,” I nearly purr, rising up and slowly dropping back down, rubbing my clit and nipple simultaneously. “Watch me, Remi, please.”

Leaning against the steam covered glass, his cock fucking his hand at the same easy pace I use the toy, he growls, “Then show me how you get yourself off, baby girl. And do not push that plunger. From here on out, the only cum allowed in your cunt is mine.”

Biting down on my lip to stifle my ensuing keen, I start rubbing and fucking faster, nodding my head and releasing my lip when he coaxes, “Be as loud as you want; I want my ears ringing with your screams. Is this what you want, Scar? You want me to watch you as you get yourself off?”

“Yes,” I moan, the ridges of the dildo’s shaft stroking my g-spot.

“You want me to watch you and wish it was my tongue on you? My fingers inside you? My cock stretching your sweet little cunt?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I pant, picking up speed.

With the ridges rubbing along my front wall, my finger circling and pressing on my clit, and Remington’s gaze fixated on where the toy is sinking in and out of my pussy as he pumps his dick, I’m so close, my filter completely gone from the heat of the moment as I beg, “I want your cum. Please Daddy, I’ll be so good.”

Standing up and striding over, his cock reaching for his naval as he goes, he stops before me, a finger under my chin as he tilts my gaze up to him.

“Is that who I am? Am I your Daddy now?”

“Yes.”

“And you love being Daddy's good girl, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Because you know you’ll only get my cum if you listen to me, right?”

Biting my lip over my whine, I nod my head, making an unintelligible sound in the affirmative.

”Good,” he praises, petting my wet hair. “Now stand.”

I don’t hesitate. The moment the words leave his mouth, I let the toy slip free and rise.

“Such a good girl,” he coos, yanking the dildo free. Tossing it to the side where it lands with a wet smack, he says, “You won’t need that one any more,” taking its place on the bench.

Reclining back into the small alcove, he fists his cock, pumping up and down, wrist twisting as he reaches the head, the movement hypnotic and something I’m committing to memory. Patting a spot beside his spread thigh, he instructs, “Foot here,” adding, “I’m not gonna touch you, baby girl, not yet. But I want to watch you come and when you do, I’m goin’ to paint this pretty little pussy with my seed.” Nodding, my brow pinched, I lean forward and rest my hand above his head, bringing my breasts closer to him as I find my balance. Then reachingbetween my thighs, I sink in one finger, then a second, curling and stroking as I work them in and out, my thumb strumming my clit.

“So fuckin’ pretty. Look at how pink and puffy you are. I bet you taste so good.”

Pulling my fingers out, I hold them up to his lips in offer. A short sigh escapes me as he opens and sucks my fingers in. I can feel the vibration of his moan as his tongue swirls around and between, chasing every drop of my arousal. Letting me go with a pop, he licks his lips and says, “I can’t wait to have more.”

Returning, I waste no time working myself up to the edge. This close, I can feel Remington’s short breath glide across my nipples. His exhale becomes my inhale, my moans an echo to the grunts coming from his chest. His pace matches mine, working faster and faster as our bodies grow taut with expectation.

Reaching out, he spreads his large palm over my lower abdomen and with shining, determined eyes, heatedly promises, “I’m gonna put my baby in here.”

And that’s it. That one sentence is all I need to tip over the edge. I come in a rush, my pussy clamping down on my fingers, fruitlessly milking them to force the fulfillment of his promise. My back bows under the flooding release of built up pressure, his name a hoarse shout as I ride my hand through each crashing wave, my thighs trying to snap closed but the urge to please him and let him see each pulse and convulsion far stronger.

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