Dominant Fireman Daddy by Scott Wylder

CHAPTER EIGHT

 

 

 

 

Talia

I slide his cock in my mouth and swirl my tongue like he earned something.  I treat him like I am a prize and he’s been a very good Daddy.  This is no favor.  I have wanted to do this for weeks.  When I’m alone in my room with the nice quilts that smell like lavender, I slip my fingers between my legs and think about his cock.  I have imagined this moment so many times, it is as if I wished it into being like a spell.

He does not let me worship him for long.  He flips me on back like I am the winning card. I crawl back up near the pillows ready to receive him, but that is not what he has in mind.  He grabs my ankles and pulls me so close to edge, I think I’m going to fall off. I see the hunger in his eyes.  I am in for it.

He opens my legs with both hands.  He dives in like he’s lost something.  Usually, I like to be eased to such things, not quite ready to give over so much.  But he made me feel safe, I could really let go and enjoy.  I didn’t flinch. My legs gave way like they were created to open just for him. My mind was gone before he even licked his lips.  I didn’t have to think about what I looked like, what I smelled like, what I tasted like, to him I was everything. Everything he ever wanted, ever needed he made believe was in between my legs.

He uses the whole breadth of his tongue to the base of the lower ridge right at the opening, all the way up and all around to my clit, lingering there, playing my clit like a guitar solo in a rock song. He then goes back and forth, unrelenting.

I get closer and closer. I can’t help it.  I give in and come.  Then he sticks his finger and then I come some more.  I buck my writhe.  My hips move back and forth with such force, it is as if I’m fucking his finger. I come again, and this seems to last for minutes. Wave after wave of orgasm, like I’m in orbit.  He must be hooking is finger around a spot I didn’t even know was there before tonight.

“What’s that?”  I gasp in between breaths when words work again. His one middle finger inside stirring me up like a warlock. Another spell and I go back into a trance.  There are lights of different colors on the other side of my eyelids.  Like his finger on that g spot style hook, like he’s telegraphing me to another world.

“Okay, Okay, Okay.  STOP!”  I cry.  He pulls his finger out like he touched fire.  Maybe he did.

“Need a rest, Kitty Cat?” he asks.

“Yeah. Just a sec.”  I try to catch my breath. I sit up.  The sheets are wet. He doesn’t seem to mind.  He touches my stomach, and a shudder goes through my body radiating from my pussy out to my fingertips, even though each strand of hair seems electrified.

“An aftershock, huh?” He smiles pretty proud of himself.  He should be. “I’ll give you a second.  A minute.  Whatever you need.” I take a few deep breaths. The world slows down (or is it speed up) to its normal speed.  I am so in the bliss; it feels like both at the same time.

“I can get us some waters. Maybe a snack.” I am still returning to one plane of consciousness. “Oh, maybe I can go. I mean, they might be missing me at work.” His self-assured smile says one thing, his words said another.  He knows we aren’t done. He gets up like he has the nerve to leave this bed. He somehow laid next to me without even noticing.  I must have not been on Earth when he did that.

“Just give me a second.” My pussy still pulsating.  I want to relax enough so I can enjoy the next part yet still be riding that high of arousal.  If I knew anything about cars, I would say that I have to get out of fifth gear to settle back into third. I don’t know anything about cars so I distract myself by trying to decide if blush and pale pink are really just the same color.

“Here you go.”  He throws me a bottle of cool water.  Just want I needed.  We both take a few sips in silence.  For a moment, this is the most peace and pleasure I have ever felt. 

I look over to him, and he’s got that hunger in his eyes again. He has it in check, buying his time.  He’s not going to take anything that is not offered. He’s not a greedy boy that swipes the hot cookie before it cools. He will wait until I give him signal.  So, I give him a signal.

I put down my water on the nightstand.  He does the same.  I lean over and kiss him.  I move until I’m nearly on top of him, kissing him with more and more intensity until I feel like I am going to dissolve into his mouth. Every kiss, hungrier than the next. This is the sign he needed.

I’m on my back.  My butt stings more from his spanking that I had anticipated. It is a sting, then pleasure, then a sweet ache I’m going to feel for days. I feel him hard and ready against me. I am so wet and soft, it feels like I am drawing in, like my pussy has a mind of her own and is no longer consulting my conscious mind.  She is in charge tonight.

“You ready, Kitty Cat?”  He asks from another world.  I moan. “Talia, do you want me?”  he asks bringing back to the moment.  It is me and him, and he needs an answer.

“Yes.  I want you, Frank.  I want you.”  I barely got the word “you” out and he slams into me.  He is even thicker and deeper than I imagined him to me. He was being patient with me when he was in my mouth.  He is out of mercy.

“Is that what you want?” he grunts. “You want your Daddy now?  Yeah?”

“Yes, Daddy, yes!”  I scream.  As he pounds into me, with just the kind of brute force I want with the smooth rhythm I need.  I come again.  I feel another flush of wetness flood through me.

“That’s it, Darlin, that’s it. Come for Daddy on my cock.  There you go.”  He slows letting me enjoy every spasm as he enjoys every stroke.  I loved his tongue and his fingers making me feel things I never had before, but I know I will love his cock best of all. It is just right.

“Is that good, Kitty?”  He asks, his body so warm against me, I swear it steams.  His eyes stern in concentration, his smile happy, his jaw strong.

“Yes, I love. It. I love it,” I say.  “I love you.”  I can’t help myself, but I will not take it back.

“I love you too, Talia.”  He picks up his speed and I try to match him, but he is like a wild man.  He knows he has made me happy, and now he can lose control. Now he can let go.

He comes with a loud grunt followed by softer grunts as he slows his hips until he’s barely moving.  His seed deep inside me.  The best part is that I don’t have to think about it.  He’s going to take care of me.  He’s going to take care of me because he can, because he wants to.  He wants me.  A new level of peace and love wash over me as he shudders above me.

He pulls out and rests beside me.  He is on his back. He is tired, but he has worked very hard tonight. I curl up beside him like a tame kitty cat just happy to cuddle.