Page 115 of Architecti
Her hands are everywhere, tugging and pulling and caressing.One of my breasts falls out of my dress, and she moans at the sight.
“Perfect,” she breathes, her tongue licking a hot circle over my nipple before she sucks it into her mouth.Her eyes fall shut.She sucks almost to the point of pain, and it makes me whimper.
“Fuck,” she pants.
“We shouldn’t,” I say, but my words are pathetic and whispered in between moans.I tug her shirt out of her trousers, my hands skirting up the hard lines of her abs and to her own erect nipples.I tweak them and the feral expression she gives me elicits such a delicious bolt of pleasure between my thighs I have to squeeze them shut.
“Then you shouldn’t have come dressed like that…”
I suck my bottom lip in.
“You dressed like that for Daddy, didn’t you?”she asks.
“Yes,” I whisper, and I think I might die if she doesn’t touch me.
“Oh, baby girl.I am going to ruin that pussy tonight.I’m wearing something just for you too…”
She tugs my hand away from her breast and down, down, down until I find a hard bulge.I jolt.
“You’re packing?”I ask.
She grins.
“Wait, I was ignoring you.Were you planning on picking up a woman tonight?”
“Only one,” she says and slides her palm against my thigh and up, up, up the slit in my dress.Everywhere her skin caresses mine, my body comes alive.She leaves static in her wake.Static and hope and promises she can’t keep.
Her fingers find my core and she goes rigid.
“You’re naked.”
This time I grin.
“Wereyouplanning on picking up women tonight?”she practically growls at me, her fingers growing stiff against my centre.The possessiveness pooling in her grip… She owns me tonight; there’s no question of that.I give up resisting.She can take me.
“Only one.”
She leans in to kiss me.“Good answer.”Her mouth finds mine as her fingers glide against my pussy, slipping through my folds and teasing my clit.She rubs just hard enough, her fingers dipping down to use my excitement to ease the friction.It feels illicit.
I want illicit.Dirty.I want her to use me and treat me like a fuck toy.I want her to fuck me and ruin me and cut my heart out and steal it for her own.
My head lolls back and clunks against the window, the impact shoving reality in.“Wait, shit.We need to move away from the glass.”
“No,” she says, “you need to be discreet.”
She resumes her movement, rubbing faster against my clit, winding my body tighter and higher.But I can’t bear it, I need more.
“Please,” I whisper.
The need to have her inside me, the need to feel her mouth on my clit, it’s overwhelming.My hips move on their own, greedy and desperate, forcing her fingers to slip an inch inside me.
She pulls away, tutting.
“If you want something, you need to use your words.”
I am well aware of what I want tonight.It’s why I dressed the way I did.
“Get on your knees, Daddy, you look like you’re starving.”
