“Beautiful,” he says. “I dreamed about this pussy every night in France.”
“I was watching you,” I say to him.
He raises an eyebrow, finishes unbuttoning his shirt. He takes it off, drops it on the floor.
“Were you?”
“On TV. It’s weird, seeing you acting all…”
“Presidential?”
I nod a little. “Exactly.”
He kneels down behind me. “It’s not Presidential when I tease you?” he asks me.
“Not at all.”
“I think it is.” He grabs my ass, spreads it wide. “Look at you. Perfect, pristine. Begging for me.”
I bite my lip. “There’s nothing Presidential about this, Daddy.”
“You’re right. There isn’t.” He licks me, top to bottom, tongue exploring my pussy, flicking up and back along my clit.
I groan, roll my hips, getting them up in the air. His tongue slides inside and back out. It feels so fucking good, exploring every inch of my exposed pussy.
My hands tied behind my back just make this that much more intense. I test my bonds, pushing them a little bit, but they’re tight and firm. I’m not going anywhere.
Not that I’d want to. I’ve been dreaming about my Daddy coming home for two days now.
And this is even better than my wildest dreams.
He slaps my ass, nice and hard. I groan, gasping in a high-pitched moan. He slaps me again, spanking my bare ass, before teasing my clit with his fingers and pulling my hair.
“You’re all mine, Maggie,” he says. “Tied up like this, vulnerable to whatever I want. You’re mine, every inch of your skin.”
I groan and wiggle my ass as his fingers slide deep inside my pussy. Pleasure rocks through my body and I can’t stop the moans that come spilling from my lips.
I need this so badly. Every second I spent staring at him on TV was another second closer to needing him even more. Even his image drives me fucking wild.
Having him here, though, in the flesh, it’s perfection.
He steps back and I watch as he takes off his pants. It’s so fucking sexy, being tied up, my pussy soaking wet and up in the air, just waiting for him.
I stare at the bulge in his boxer briefs. He slowly takes them off, taking his massive cock in one hand and stroking himself.
“Look how hard you make me,” he says. “Look at this fucking cock. You drive me wild.”
“I love that cock, Daddy,” I say, wiggling my hips for him. “I love every single inch of it.”
“I know you do, dirty girl.” He steps closer, slaps my ass. I groan as he grabs my hips and pulls me against him.
I can feel his cock teasing me, pressing against my pussy. I need it so badly. I push myself back, open my legs, and I feel him slide inside.
“Fuck,” he groans. “So fucking tight and warm. Do you see what you do to me, Maggie?”
“Slap my ass, Daddy,” I moan.
He spanks me hard and starts to fuck me, pumping his cock in and out, nice and slow at first. The pain from his hand on my bare ass stings and mingles with the intense pleasure of his cock pushing deeper and deeper.
I love having him inside of me. He pulls my hair, one hand wrapped around it, the other grabbing the tie between my wrists. He pulls me tight against him as he fucks me, my ass slapping against him.
I work my back, moaning, sweat already starting to form on my skin. I love working for my Daddy, love having him push my boundaries. He growls and spanks me again as I look over my shoulder at him.
“You like watching me fuck you?” he asks, pulling my hair.
I gasp. “Yes,” I moan. “I love your body. I love staring at your skin.”
“I know you do,” he growls in my ear. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re hungry for it, for my big fucking cock deep inside your tight little cunt.”
He roughly fucks me, slamming into me. I groan, backing against him. He pulls harder on my hair, harder on my wrists, shoving me against him.
Intense pleasure and pain roll through me. I don’t know where one starts and the other stops, and I don’t think I care. I’m completely blank, completely empty.
The only thing I want is for him to fill me back up.
He slams his cock, thrusting inside. I roll my hips, riding back along his shaft. He groans and lets me do the work. I get up on my knees, face in my comforter, working myself back along his massive cock.
I work him harder and faster. I want him deep in my core, slamming against me, filling my every inch, I’m overflowing with him, filled to the brim, and all I want is more.
I’m greedy for him, I’m starving for him. He’s water and I’m dying of thirst.
It feels so fucking good I could scream.