SKYLER
The instantwe make it to my apartment, Ben is on me. His lips latch onto mine, hungry and possessive. I shiver as we stumble down the hall toward my bedroom.
“Baby, baby, baby,” he chants like a prayer.
I lie down on the bed, my skin tingling as he removes my clothes and underwear.
“God, Baby Bird, you’re so beautiful,” he says, almost reverently.
His praise overwhelms me. I whine softly and bury my face in the comforter. Ben shifts above me and then I feel light kisses trailing down my upper arm.
“It’s true,” he says. “You’re beautiful and strong and intelligent...” He accentuates each compliment with the press of his lips to my skin. “I love you so much. I’m so glad you’re in my life.”
My cheeks burn as I finally turn to gaze into Ben’s eyes. They’re hooded and sincere, hitting me with an intense combination of lust and love, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before.
I stroke the side of his face. “I love you, too, Daddy.”
He lowers his lips to mine. Our mouths slot together, and I moan as his tongue entices mine to dance. His large body hovers over me, our chests barely grazing. The minute movements he unconsciously makes against my nipples cause sparks of arousal to shoot through my body.
I pant against his lips. “Touch me, Daddy. Please.”
Ben makes a sound halfway between a growl and a groan. He kisses a slow trail down my neck and chest before turning his attention to my breasts. I moan as his tongue swirls around my nipple. His mouth closes over my breast, sucking hard. My back arches and I gasp at the feeling of his hot mouth on one of the most sensitive areas of my skin. But before I can get used to the sensation, he moves to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
My pussy throbs. I roll my hips, trying to catch some small amount of friction on his pants, his leg, something. My thighs are already slick with my arousal. I rub them together, desperate for relief.
“Daddy,” I moan, my voice rough and breathless. “Please, touch me more. Please, please, please. I can’t take it.”
He releases my nipple with a pop and eyes me with a sly tilt of his lips. “But I am touching you, Baby Bird.”
“You know what I mean, Daddy.”
Ben hums, smoothing both hands down my chest and onto my hips. Goose bumps perk up across my skin in anticipation of what I know is coming...
“Do you want Daddy to touch you here?” he asks.
I nod my head.
He caresses the skin just below my navel, and not an inch lower.
“Use your words, Baby Bird.”
I’m about ready to burst into flames when I beg, “Yes, Daddy, I want you to touch my pussy, please!”
I hold my breath as Ben ghosts his fingers along my slit, teasing and torturing me.
“My poor Baby Bird. How can Daddy say no when you’re begging so sweetly?” He kisses my cheek as he slides a single finger into my pussy. I arch into his touch. “Now, what do you say to Daddy?”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whimper in response to the relief I feel at being penetrated by Ben, even if it is just one finger. He starts to pump the digit in and out of me, while pressing the heel of his palm against my clit.
I mewl and moan as he adds a second finger. I make the kinds of noises I would normally be embarrassed by, but not here, and not now. Not when I’m being held so tenderly by my big, strong daddy. Not when he’s the one making me feel so good.
Pleasure pulses through me like a deep bass beat, as Ben finds the sensitive spot below my ear and starts to suck. “You did so well today, Baby Bird. You were so badass and brave. I swear, you find new ways to surprise me every day.”
“T-thank you, Daddy. I like s-surprising you...” My legs shake as he grinds harder against my clit.
“Are you gonna come for me now, Baby Bird?”
I feel my head move up and down of its own accord. “Yes, Daddy.”