Page 32 of Watch Me, Daddy

It was a heady, intoxicating sensation. Aidan was going to be the greatest addiction of my life. There would be no recovery from this.

You’re only going to fall deeper.

He pushed his slacks down his waist and stepped out of them. Clad in nothing but black boxer briefs, I couldn’t help but admire his form. The tented line of his cock was obvious beneath the dark fabric, and my mouth went dry.

He looked like a fucking god.

Slowly, as if he was prolonging the moment, he freed his cock, and it was just as glorious as I thought it would be. It was rigidly erect for me, long and thick and throbbing with his desire. The shaft was a dark tinted red, flushed with blood as he leaned over me.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

Truthfully, it was a monstrosity that I wasn’t prepared for. I’d never seen a cock up close, and my pussy clenched hard. I had no idea how it was going to fit inside me. My body couldn’t possibly take a cock that big. Surely it would split me into two.

“Don’t worry, princess. Daddy’s got you,” he murmured. My uneasiness must have been written all over my face.

“I’ve never…”

“I know, sweet girl. I’ve known since the moment I threw you over my shoulder,” he answered.

He leaned over me, and his finger traced the line of my cheek, a feather-light touch that sent a shiver of electricity through me. With a tenderness that dissolved my anxiousness, his lips met mine in a gentle, reassuring kiss. In that fleeting moment, all of my apprehension seemed to melt away and I found myself releasing a long breath.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he commanded.

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed.

As my arms encircled his shoulders, a surge of exhilaration coursed through me. He effortlessly lifted me off the ground, my back meeting the cool surface of the wall with a soft thud. The world seemed to narrow to the intoxicating point of contact between our bodies, his firm hold pinning me against the wall, and I gasped as his cock brushed against my inner thigh.

The proximity of his cock drove me insane with need. His hard length was like a red-hot iron spike against my flesh, thick and full of promise. My pussy convulsed, nervous and anxious and excited all at the same time. My clit pulsed, wanting to seek out his hot flesh against mine, but he didn’t allow that yet.

My breathing turned to ragged pants as I lost control of my body. My hips rocked forward, seeking out the head of his cock.

Instead of giving me what I wanted, he pulled back just far enough for the thick shaft to brush against my clit, and I shivered with need.

“Aidan,” I whined.

“Daddy,” he corrected. His fingers slid along the length of my chin, and his thumb grazed my cheek, rubbing along my lower lip a bit more roughly. My breath hitched in the back of my throat, and I gave him a world class pout. His mouth curved up in a subtle smirk, and he shook his head.

“Patience, princess. The longer I make you wait, the harder you’re going to come for me,” he chided.

I pouted a bit harder, and he leaned in, kissing me and nipping my lower lip with his teeth hard enough to hurt just a little bit, and I yelped softly. His smirk grew wider, and his pelvis hiked forward, just enough that my clit grazed against the blazing heat of his cock.

My needy bud throbbed hard enough to make me gasp.

“I need—” I began, but he cut me off with a savagely hard kiss. Gone was the gentle man, and a rugged brute had taken his place. I loved every second of it, and I was kissing him back with just as much fervor. He groaned and the sound surged through me like a lightning bolt.

He slid his hips back and forth, slowly dragging the length of his cock against my clit, and it was so delicious that I found myself unable to stay still. Without conscious thought, I bucked my hips back and forth.

“You’re going to come for me before my cock ever goes inside you, princess, and I’m going to enjoy watching every second of it,” he breathed, and my core squeezed so tight that it felt like the air had been pressed right out of my lungs.

Gradually, he moved faster, and so did I, grinding myself against the rigid flesh of his shaft. My hips rolled over and over as he pinned me against the wall, holding me there and making me feel weightless as the taste of him still radiated across my tongue.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders tighter.

My pussy burned with need, and any semblance of control I had over my own body flew out the window as he leaned in towards me. His lips brushed against the tiny hairs of my ears, and he opened his mouth, sliding his tongue along the length of my earlobe.

“Come for me like a good girl,” he commanded.

As if his voice had a lifeline straight to my core, my body obeyed in moments. A great billowing wave of pleasure slammed into me, and I arched back, pressing against the wall and him just to stay grounded. But I could only fight the rapids for so long. Soon enough, the fiery passion swept through me with wild abandon.

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