Page 28 of Wrong Idea

“I need you,” I panted, trying to coax him into giving in, but again, Daddy was too strong-willed.

The man was a rock.

Logically, I knew he wanted me. Not only did he feel like steel wrapped around velvet, droplets of his need accumulating at the tip, but his hips thrust back and forth against my hold like he couldn’t help himself. I stroked him from root to base, and my mouth watered for a taste of him.

“You’re so hard, so long.” I licked my lips. “Please, Daddy.”

“Max,” he groaned. “You’re not making it easy on me.”

“I’m not supposed to,” I whined, working my hips back and forth against his hand.

“Tight, little, greedy kitty of yours,” he growled.

“It’s yours,” I whimpered. “Please, Daddy!” I pleaded.

“Turn around,” he finally demanded, and I happily did as he asked. He surprised me by tearing off his shirt and kicking off his pants while I got on my back, not even blinking at the fact I was already naked but now under the light the sheet lost to the ground. My heart soared thinkingfinally. Finally.It might have only been two weeks of us being together, but it felt like I had been waiting a lifetime for him.

“Look at this pussy,” he growled. He rose and got on the massage table, straddling my hips without putting his completeweight on me. His hands dropped and cupped my aching breasts. “Look at these pretty little tits.” He pinched my nipples and then tugged. My back arched off the table, but I didn’t get too far up. Not with his body on top of mine. “So responsive,” he growled. “You wanted this, princess,” he warned. “I told you not yet. I told you we needed to talk and there are things we need to go over before I pop this pretty little cherry and feed your kitty my cock.”

“Daddy,” I whimpered, but nothing else came to mind. My eyes fluttered shut when his hands dropped to his sides.

With a one-hand hold, he ran the head of his dick against my clit.

“Shit. Look at this pussy. Look at this little shiny little diamond waiting and aching for daddy to give it some attention,” he strained, his jaw clenched, making his square jaw look like it could cut glass. “So fucking pretty, so damn wet. This honey all for daddy, princess?”

“Yes!” I hissed, bucking against him trying to get him to enter me, but he wouldn’t. He teased and rubbed his length against my pussy lips, pressing them together.

“I meant it when I said not yet,” Car strained through his teeth.

“But—“

“No butts, pretty girl. Daddy’s in control here, and you’re going to be a good girl and do as I day.”Fuck,, why is that so hot!“Warm up my cock, princess. Get it nice and wet with your honey, baby.”

“Daddy!” my voice cracked, and tears started to build.

“I know you hurt. I hurt, too,” he rasped. “And I know you want me. Trust me, sweet girl, I want you, too. But not yet.”

I had no idea anyone could have that much control. I writhed and squirmed, but he wouldn’t give. He simply slid his length between my pussy lips back and forth. The wetness coating hislength made it so easy for him to glide against me. “Shit.” His fingers came down and started to work my clit.

“This little pussy is fucking magic,” he praised. “I haven’t even slipped inside of it yet, and you got me close, sweetheart. You’re going to make daddy come. You want daddy to give this pussy all his cream?”

“Yes!” My back arched and my hips rocked against him. His eyes shut, and his nose flared.

“You gotta be a good girl for me and come first, though. Daddy only gives his cream to his good girl. And good girls always come first for daddy. Do as I say,” he demanded fiercely.

“Oh god!” I cried out, rocking and grinding my hips. Every rub and bump against the thick tip of his dick pushed me closer and closer to the edge. When Daddy moved the pad of his thick thumb and pressed against clit? Rubbing it in circles with the most perfect pressure? Fireworks exploded, and I yelled out.

“Daddy!” my voice squeaked, and incoherent words spilled past my lips.

“Fucking hell!” he gritted.

I glanced down at him, his thickness between my legs, the crown of his massive cock grinding against my clit like it was kissing it. One, two, three times, and I watched with amazement as he came. Ribbon after ribbon of his release splashed against my sex and abdomen. Breathless and sated, time stood still while we stared at one another. I was so in love with the man on top of me I didn’t know how to breathe.

“I love you, Max. Fuck, I love you so much,” he said out loud, his words soothing every jagged edge inside of me as my eyes fluttered shut.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get myself to respond. To tell him I felt the same. That I was his. Mind, body, and soul. Instead, I let his body cover mine for a moment. He kissed me tenderly before he pulled away.

“I’m going to clean you up and then were going to go eat.”, he said, as if it didn’t matter to him I hadn’t said the word back. It hadn’t been that long since the two of us had been a thing or had even met. But he loved me? And I loved him.

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