Page 14 of Architecti
“I think you should tell Daddy every single sordid thought that ran through that beautiful head of yours,” she says.
Daddy?
A bolt of excitement shoots straight to my clit.
A gasp escapes.I’ve never called anyone Daddy, never thought that was a kink I’d have or want.
“Well, Daddy…” I say, testing the word in my mouth, and gods, does it hit the spot.A part of me screams that it’s wrong, that if I lift the lid on why I like it, I’ll have to unpack a load of shit I don’t want to deal with.
But this is just sex.What does it matter when I won’t see her again?So I lean in and go full tilt.
“I was thinking about how much of a filthy little slut I was going to be tonight.”
She stiffens against me, the faint rush of her breath escaping in rapid huffs.Her fingers grip my arm and waist.We’re hidden beneath the trees, but not from the other couples.
“I only do one-night stands,” she says, suddenly serious.
“Good, because I don’t do anything more with humans.”
“Demon?”
I nod.Something flickers in her gaze, but it vanishes as fast as it arrived.The fact she’s an awful lot younger than me might have something to do with my fleeting hesitation.Though the way she holds me, assured, confident, safe, tells me she’d have no problem being anyone’s daddy.And that makes my insides and any remaining fucks I had dissolve.
She runs her hand through my locks and then grips the back of my head and pulls me to her, plunging her lips over mine.
Her mouth is exquisite.Hard kiss against the soft curve of her lips.I think my heart leaves my body.She pulls off and growls.
“Get on your knees, Lucy.I’m going to take what I need from you, and then I’m going to make you scream louder than the music.”
Oh, my gods.
I’ve never dropped to my knees faster.My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her, my underwear soaked at the image of her taking whatever the hell she wants from me, using me however she sees fit.My pussy throbs as she unbuckles her trousers and lowers her boxers just enough to give me access.
She loops her fist around my hair and yanks me to her pussy.As much as it makes my scalp sting with the force, my heart rate skyrockets, and my thighs squeeze together to muzzle the pulsing in my core.
I slide my tongue over her clit, sucking and licking and probing my way to her entrance.It’s hard, the angle isn’t right but maybe she doesn’t want that.She doesn’t spread her legs to give me access, so I take the message and focus on her clit.
“Oh gods, right there, suck Daddy’s pussy like the dirty slut you are.”
Fuck, I can’t.
I’ve never had anyone this vocal in bed, and it’s doing things to me.The filth coming out of this woman’s mouth, her grip on my hair and the taste of her on my tongue has me levitating out of my body.
Her words curl around my clit, making me climb my way to an orgasm before she’s even touched me.I undo my jeans button and slip my hand down to my centre.
But she tugs my hair hard enough to halt me.“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
I bite down a whine.
“Fingers.Now.”
I display them, coated in a sheen that shows her just how needy I am.
She smirks, pleased with the affect she’s having on me.
“Give them to me,” she demands.
I hitch up onto my knees and reach up to her mouth.She sucks my fingers, her tongue swirling over the pads to clean up every drop of my excitement.My nipples harden to painful buds beneath my bra.I don’t think I’ve ever needed an orgasm more in my life.
