Page 11 of Acting For Daddy

Every perfect inch of this goddess belongs to me!

She stops in front of me, and I resist the urge to grab her waist and pull her flush against me. No, she needs to make the move. I need her to want me as desperately as I want her. Only her!

“W-what do I need to do next?” she whispers, her dazed eyes finding mine.

“Come to me.”

I thought I could wait.

That I could touch this girl and not want her but the second she straddles my lap, my mouth slams down on her with such hunger, it’s unlike anything I have experienced before. She is startled and still but for only a brief second before she wraps her arms around my shoulders, returning the kiss with a barely contained moan.

The way her mouth tastes and feels against mine blackens my mind and I can’t see beyond the girl. All I can think of is this perfect girl in my arms, with her breath sawing in and out of her throat as our tongues mate in a carnal dance.

It’s hot. Sinful and forbidden with all the cameras facing us. I’m not even sure they are turned off, but I can't bring myself to care. Nothing in this room matters but the girl in my arms, arching her back and pushing her tits against my chest. Her pussy is positioned right above my cock, separated by our clothes and when she gently rocks her hips forward, a growl pushes up my throat forcing me to break my kiss as my balls threaten to explode.

“I… I’m sorry,” she whimpers, her eyes alarmed and she tries to climb off my lap, but I have an iron grip around her waist.

“Don’t!” I growl. “Stay here, Angel.”

She stares at me tentatively before the minx rocks her hips once more over my cock and I groan, burying my fingers into her waist. My cock leaks precum into my sweatpants, aching and jutting hard with need to be inside of her.

“I-is this in the script too?” she whispers, bringing her hands to my chest and palming my pecs. “Does the girl get to kiss the man in the music video?”

I shake my head, the lump my throat making it hard to get a word out. I run my right hand up to cradle the back of her head and lean in to brush her lips with mine. She opens up easily, returning the kiss and inching closer to me. Her eyes flutter to a close as I kiss her like I have been waiting – craving this moment – for ages… because I have.

God, I want more!

With a rough growl, I spin her to lie on her back without breaking our lips apart. I wedge my hard body between her thighs while kissing her like a starved man and she responds in kind, scratching her way up my shoulders and burying her nails into my skin as she kisses me back with the same feverish need.

“Want you,” I rasp against her mouth, capturing her knee and bringing it to my hip before rocking my hips forward. A moan escapes her lips when I thrust my cock against her clothed pussy, her back arching off the bed when I repeat the motion. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you, Angel.”

“Daddy,” she heaves, her eyes going glassy when I drag my erection over the valley of her sex, rocking forward and pressing hard until she’s shaking and writhing under me. I drink up her flushed expression from her parted lips to those pretty, dazed eyes that continue to seduce me.

We are supposed to be practicing for the scene tomorrow and not humping on set like some horny teenagers, but fuck it! Who am I kidding? I can’t bring myself to care about the shoot when this gorgeous girl lies under me, watching me with such desire that it undoes me.

I grip her hip tightly with ownership, so she knows she’s mine. “You are so fucking gorgeous, Angel,” I say thickly. “You’ll let Daddy take care of you, won’t you?”

She lets out a shaky breath. “H-here?”

I kiss her lips before her eyes can shift to all the cameras in the room. The kiss is meant to distract her from the obvious, but I lose myself in her intoxicating taste and texture, twining our tongues together in feral need until we’re both panting for air. “Don’t think about anyone or anything but this moment – but us.”

“Okay,” she pants, nodding for good measure. “Just us.”

“Just us,” I parrot, kissing a path down her body and she tilts her head back to allow me access. I close my eyes as I lose myself in her scent, brushing my lips over her throat and down to the spot between her tits. Her lips part with a whimper when I drag my tongue over those hungry nipples pushing hard against her bra. My lips stay on her pebbled beads as I trail my hand between her thighs and a rough growl slips from my mouth when I find her panties drenched with arousal.

A part of me was terrified, like I’ve never been, that I would be alone in this feeling.

In the week I have followed this girl, I’ve observed how averse she is to the male touch. The only person she lets get close enough to touch is her best friend at work, but with everyone else she moves away, which led me to question if she would welcome my touch.

Feeling her sex slick enough to stain her panties is enough proof that she likes what I am doing, but I don’t want her to just like my touch.

I want her to crave it!

“Oh, Daddy!” she whimpers, her hips lifting when I rub my thumb over the center of her sex even as I draw a nipple into my mouth in hot suction. Her low whimpers turn into pleasured cries that echo through the room. I release the nipple with an obscene pop before my lips travel down her body.

My heart is drumming fast in my chest as I grab the waistband of her panties and slowly peel them down her body. I’m practically drooling as I tear them off her body, leaning down to nuzzle her wet folds. She jolts hard against me when I graze her swelling clit with my nose and I want to see more…

Taste and feel more… I want everything!

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