Bully Me, Ch. 3
The rugby captain has her math final and championship game. The math tutor congratulates her.
CW: Daddy/boy kink, fingering, strap ons, oral sex, fisting
It’s March. Rainy season. Winter quarter finals week. And the end of rugby season.
Sarah’s math final is the evening before the championship match.
We made her single page of notes for the final in a rushed tutoring session that sadly did not end in fucking. She’s been too busy the last few weeks to hook up at all, which I respect over text to her and lament privately with my new vibrator.
A text comes through on the night after her final.
Sarah: “Took the math final today. Whatever happens, thank you dude, for everything. I’ll lyk my grade when it posts”
Sarah: “Championship tomorrow. Wanna come? It’s 6pm at the stadium”
Me: “Of course dude, happy to help. Thanks for the workout lessons this semester too. ;)”
Me: “I’d love to come. Do I have to wear a skirt if I bring pom poms?”
Sarah: “😂”
Sarah: “Just the pom poms will do”
Sarah: “See you there, hottie”
The field is muddy and so are the players as the rain pours down in classic Seattle March fashion.
I’m yelling “Go Huskies!” repeatedly and “Go Sarah!” whenever she has the ball.
I can’t really follow rugby that well — what can I say? I’m a nerd, not a jock. I’m mostly eyeing the scoreboard and watching which team has the ball. Still, the game is a nail-biter, so when the Huskies finish 28-26 against WSU, I scream along with the boisterous crowd, jumping for joy, fists pumping in the air. (I admittedly did not bring pom poms.)
Sarah gives a piggy back ride to her teammate Kenz, the other prop who scored the winning goal. Sarah runs a short circle around her team with Kenz on her back, both of them shaking their fists and screaming with the fresh thrill of victory. Sarah squats to return her to the muddy ground and she is hardly cleats down before the swarm descends, the whole team yelling and jumping and chest bumping each other.
The announcer reads off the final score, naming the Huskies as the winning team of the women’s rugby season in a baritone voice.
After a few minutes, the excitement dies down a little and Sarah wanders over to me with a dopey smile on her face and a water bottle in hand, breathing hard and covered in mud, up to and including her face. I want to kiss her, but… casual, friends with benefits situationship vibes does not equal kissing in public in front of her whole rugby team. And… mud.
“Hi, handsome,” she says, ever so charming and flirty.
“Hey, champ,” I reply, beaming at her. “Congrats on winning the fucking championship!” I exclaim. I shake my empty fists in her face. “Sorry, these are the best pom poms I have on short notice.”
She laughs. “Thanks, AJ.” It’s hard to tell in the cold rain, and the mud, but it seems like she might be blushing a little. “Thanks for coming, too.” She makes brief eye contact but flits away, lifting her arm behind her head to rub the back of her neck.
“Anytime, dude. I’m so proud of you. I’d give you a hug, but…” I motion to the mud all over, well, her whole uniform. She looks down and chuckles.
“Later,” she promises. “Listen, tonight’s gonna be a big team celebration and as captain, I gotta be there. But if you don’t mind staying up late… Well… I wouldn’t mind staying up late too.” She winks at me.
“Um — y-yeah,” I say, a little caught off guard, a lot excited. “Definitely. Text me?”
“You got it, handsome.”
The text comes at two in the morning. I’m slipping in and out of consciousness on my living room couch when my phone’s ding makes me squint at the bright screen to make out the message.
Sarah: “The party just wrapped but I’m gonna be honest, hot stuff, I am way too wiped from the week to be any fun tonight. Can I please make it up to you tomorrow night? Take you to dinner? A thank you for saving my ass this semester?”
A little part of me flutters with disappointment, but the rest of me floods with relief. I’m too sleepy to hold up my end of the bargain either.
AJ: “No worries, handsome. Thaiger Room, 7pm?”
Sarah: “You got it, tiger. 🐯”
I distantly realize this sounds a lot like a date, not a friends-with-tutoring-and-workout-and-sex-benefits kind of hangout. But I’m too tired to think about it any further, and pass out on the couch. I wake to sunlight streaming in through the thin curtains, making me wince. The previous day and night come back to me in a flood of images and flashes of my phone screen.
Shit.
I have a date with Sarah tonight.
The service is terrible but the food is fucking fantastic when it finally arrives from an unfriendly waiter. We enjoy a dinner of pad thai (chicken) and pad see ew (tofu), and Sarah moans over her first bite of her mango sticky rice. The noise sends a jolt through my body, my mind wandering to what’s to come.
She gets the bill, snatching it away when I try to reach for it.
“My treat,” she says with a wink. “As a thank you for everything.”
I huff and begrudgingly thank her, grateful.
When we land on the sidewalk again, outside the brick wall of the Thaiger Room, Sarah remarks that the night is young and we both wonder aloud where to go.
“I know this thrift shop that stays open til midnight. It’s cute,” I offer.
We wander hip to hip down the Ave, bumping into each other and flashing nervous grins and heart eyes. She’s wearing a brown leather jacket, well worn and well cared for, with a white t-shirt and blue jeans, cuffed to show off the Iron Rangers that are probably too nice for walking in this rain.
I’m dressed in my typical all-black look, from a black denim jacket to t-shirt to jeans to Docs. A thick silver chain sits around my neck, with a dangling pendant of a vampire bite. (I chose it when I got dressed because I wanted her to look at it and think about me straddling her lap, kissing and biting her neck.)
The door jingles as we enter the thrift shop and chat quietly while laughing about the tchotchkes on little shelves. We browse the clothes and try on what we see in the men’s section.
Our conversation is the longest it’s ever been not related to tutoring or working out or rugby games. We’ve been asking about each other’s hobbies, favorite movies, worst haircuts, and the cliche first date question for dykes: what our coming out was like.
She grew up in Seattle with a liberal family. I did not. I gloss over the hell that was my adolescence and focus on my gratitude for not living with those people in that place anymore.
She grabs my hand and runs her thumb over my knuckles, eyes full of concern.
“I’m sorry,” she says, and she means it.
“Thanks,” I mumble and sigh. “Just… glad to live here now.” I glance at the price tag of the gorgeous leather jacket in my hands. “Where I can find a leather jacket for forty dollars that —” I slip off my denim jacket and try on the leather. “Fits me?!” I gasp, turning to a mirror and looking at Shane in the reflection behind me with shock on my face that quickly turns into a grin.
She’s equally excited for me. “Fuck yeah, dude! You look… wow.” Her voice hoarsens towards the end of the sentence.
“Yeah? I ask, fire in my eyes. I turn around and she grips my hips and growls, “Fuckin’ hot butch,” tugging me closer to her and kissing me all too briefly. She tastes like the after-dinner mints she grabbed us each on our way out of the restaurant, smells like sandalwood and vetiver and leather. Her hands are warm on my hips, and then they’re gone and she’s stepping back from the kiss and taking a deep breath like she’s trying not to get carried away in front of the cashier and the one other customer.
She winks and I ache and throb and blush.
“Back to your place, then?” I ask, eager. “After I buy this,” I add, turning back to the mirror and admiring the jacket again.
Sarah catches my eye in the mirror. “Absolutely fuck yes,” she replies.
She’s looking at me like she wants to eat me. I want to let her.
“Fuck, prettyboy, you look good in leather,” she murmurs against my throat as we close her apartment door behind us.
“Thanks, Daddy… So do you,” I reply, eyes traveling down to her crotch where she does not yet wear her leather harness to fuck me with her strap. My gaze reaches back up to her eyes, lustful. I lick my lips.
“Fuck.” Her eager hands roam my body, and she seems torn between touching me everywhere with her hands and mouth, and pausing to get strapped up. “Fuck. Take your clothes off for Daddy, handsome boy.”
She retreats to the nightstand to grab said black leather harness and our personal favorite, a small but mighty silicone curved dildo in a shimmering emerald green. “Daddy colors” she calls it, the black of the leather and the dark green of the toy.
I’m shedding my layers of clothing on the papasan chair in the corner of her studio, grateful that I’m wearing a simple black tee and not a button up that I would have to fumble with trembling hands to undo. I pull the t-shirt over my head, leave my silver chain around my neck, and strip naked. Sarah is half-naked in her boxer briefs, flat chest from top surgery a year and a half ago, hoisting the leather harness onto her hips.
The thing about a leather strap-on harness is that leather is skin and it absorbs fluids that it touches. Y’know, like sexual fluids. So it’s really a one-pussy-one-harness kind of deal. When Sarah bought a new leather harness for our hookups, telling me it’s more comfortable than the underwear style, my head swirled with what it meant. We’ve only hooked up a handful of times. It’s mostly been math tutoring and workouts. So what the hell does it mean that Sarah bought us a whole-ass leather harness for sex with me? The butterflies in my chest are swarming just thinking about the question.
Sarah’s a little shy about this process of getting her cock on, but I drool over it. Laying back on the bed, spreading my legs, with my hand on my upper thigh, I’m tempted to start touching myself in anticipation while I watch. She’s moving slow and steady, exuding confidence, but I see a blush on her cheeks and her hands tremble a little. I’m pulling up my sex playlist on my phone and telling her how great her game was, how hot she is, how I’ve been aching for her these past few weeks.
“Yeah, handsome?” she says, looking up from her task to smile at me.
“Yeah. I’ve been working that new vibrator I bought.”
“God, you’re fucking hot,” she says, moving to adjust the thigh straps that frame her excellent ass.
I tilt my head, admiring, and tell her, “You have a great ass.”
She looks up and grins at me, saying, “Thanks, hottie.”
When she slips the strap into the harness and holds her cock in her hand, I can’t help the “Fuck” that slips from my mouth.
“Yeah?” she says, smirking.
“You look good like that,” I say, swallowing.
“Good like what?” she challenges, encouraging me to elaborate.
“You look good with your cock in your hand like that. You look good in that new harness. You look good naked.”
Her eyes light up at the compliments and then roam my body. “You look good naked, too, prettyboy.”
She reaches into the nightstand drawer for a wand toy and hands it to me. I thank her and lick my lips, which are suddenly very dry.
“You’re welcome, boytoy. I’ve been thinking about fucking you like this for the past three weeks.”
“Fuck,” I squeak, feeling myself clench around nothing, heat rushing to my face. “Tell me more?”
She growls. “Can’t get you out of my head. Can’t stop jerking off about you.”
She’s reaching for the lube, stroking her cock up and down, and staring at me like I’m a meal and she hasn’t eaten in days.
I nudge the head of the buzzing wand onto my clit, jerking my hips and moaning for her.
“You want this, Daddy?” I ask, voice low and biting my lip with a smile as I spread my thighs. “You want this butch pussy?”
“Fuck yes,” she snarls. She climbs on the bed and heat sparks through me and my legs open wider for her. She guides her Daddy-colored cock into my waiting cunt and I try so hard, I try so hard to be a reasonable volume for her apartment’s thin walls. I really do. But soon she has to muffle my excessive noises with her hand, which makes me even more wet, my eyes wide as I moan under her and she dirty talks to me: “That’s right, fucktoy. Take it. Take it like a good boy. God you feel so good on my cock. Look so good taking it like that. Sound so fucking good. God, you drive me crazy. Can’t fucking stand it. Can’t go a single day without jerking off about you.”
She’s embarrassed by this confession, if her letting go of my mouth and tucking her face in the crook of my neck and muttering, “FuckIdidn’tmeantosaythat” into my shoulder is any indication.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I say the second I’m free to speak.
“Yeah?” she asks, pulling back to scan my eyes, face flushed.
“Yeah,” I say, and I kiss her. She fucks me slow and I moan into her mouth, gripping her hair at the base of her neck. We kiss and fuck and kiss. Her tongue is soft and slow and I catch her lip between my teeth gently and she moans and I respond in kind. Her cock slides in and out of my wet, aching cunt but it’s not enough anymore, and I have to beg.
I break our kiss to gasp, “Please. Daddy. More, please.”
“Mmm, prettyboy. Whatever you want.”
She picks up the pace and I get about half a moan out before her hand is back on my mouth.
“Fuck, prettyboy. Your noises. You sound so fucking good taking my cock. So fucking sexy. Feel so fucking good. God, I’m gonna come inside you, good boy. Can’t — fuck! — can’t hold back — I’m gonna come for you, AJ, fuck —”
I nod quickly under her hand, voice straining in a whine, eager.
Her voice unravels around the edges, frayed and rough, as she growls “Fuck!”
Her body trembles above mine as her hip thrusts stutter inside me and she groans into my neck. Kissing, licking, nipping, biting there, sending electric currents flashing down my spine. Resuming her hip thrusts with a slow ache of her sore thighs. Moaning about how she loves fucking me like that. I increase the vibrations of the wand toy and buck on her cock, gasping into her hand still covering my mouth.
“You wanna come like this, you filthy fucking slut?” she growls. “You wanna come with Daddy’s cock inside you and this toy on your clit and my weight on you and my voice in your ear, groaning about how good your cunt feels wrapped around this cock? You like that, prettyboy? Like your tight cunt pulsing on Daddy’s cock?”
“Mmhmm, mmm, mmm.” I nod into her hand, looking up at her with nothing but want. The pleasure in my clit is growing to a sharp peak. I’m so close now, whimpering and wordless.
“Fuck. Come for me, AJ. Come for Daddy. Such a good set of holes for me to use. Such an obedient good boy. Such a filthy cumslut. Come for me, baby.”
I watch her with wide eyes and scream under her hand as my orgasm vibrates through my body. She called me baby. I might as well be making cartoon heart eyes at her while I come, I’m so dizzy with want and heartache and need. The screams fade to moans, then whimpers. She pulls her hand from my mouth and I gasp, “Fuck, Sarah,” as I come down.
“I got you, handsome boy,” she murmurs in my hair. “You’re good. I got you.”
Shit. My eyes are pinpricking with the needles of unshed tears at her tenderness. I bury my face in her shoulder, clinging to her, her cock still inside me, my cunt still throbbing around it. She strokes my hair and whispers sweet nothings to me, telling me I’m a good boy, I did so good for her, she’s so proud of me.
“Thank you,” I whisper back. “Thank you for being such a good Daddy to me.”
She slowly pulls out of me, collapsing beside me on the bed, panting. I turn and curl up to her, a hand playing with her hair, my ear resting on her chest, hearing her breathing, her heart beat. We stay like that for a while, until her heartbeat slows and her breathing steadies. When she can stand without leaning a hand on the dresser for support, she takes off her harness and strap and lays back down with me.
I reach for her hair again, and her eyes search mine. She reaches up to stroke my temple.
“You’re such a good boy for me,” she whispers. Her eyes flicker to my mouth and back.
I kiss her fiercely. Our moans tangle together with our tongues. The desire in my core flares up again, becoming molten hot. I bring her hands to my chest and she groans into the kiss and eagerly feels me up. Her mouth quickly moves to replace her hands and I gasp and squirm as her gentle tongue licks across my nipples.
“Oh fuck, Daddy…” I whine.
She looks up at me and pauses to grin at me with her gorgeous brown eyes, then resumes her attention on my tits with her mouth.
My voice deepens as I tell her, “Daddy… You feel so good.” I slide my hand into her hair, scratching her scalp gently.
She growls and rests her forehead on my chest. “God, sweet boy. You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Thank you, Daddy…”
She looks up at me and asks, “Do you want me to eat your pussy?”
I groan. “Please.”
She adjusts and settles herself in between my legs, warm hands on my thighs, opening my legs and admiring me. Her eyes grow darker as she gazes at me, licks her lips.
“Please,” I repeat.
“Mmm, a little desperate, are we?” she teases, leaning closer until I feel her hot breath on my bush.
“Yes,” I eagerly agree. “Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely…”
Sarah dips her head and glides her soft, warm tongue up and down my cunt.
“Fuck, I’m so wet. You make me so wet.”
The vibrations on my cunt from her sweet moan make me buck up into her face.
She grips my hips and holds me down, telling me to “Be a good boy and take it.”
Sparks of heat in my belly flare. Hot blood races through my veins and throbs in my cunt, my clit, aching to be touched.
“Fuuuuck,” I whine, but I obey.
She holds me down with both hands on my thighs, lavishing my cunt with sweet attention, slow and gentle, in no hurry.
“Please, Daddy, fuuuuck… Fuck, you feel so good. More, please. More. More.” I sound pathetic, I know I do. She loves it and so do I.
She pulls her mouth away from me, mouth tilted in a smug grin. She bites her lip. “Yeah? You want more, baby?”
Oh my god. Baby.
“Yes —” I almost reply, Yes, baby — “Daddy, please. Daddy. Please.”
She strokes a gentle finger up my aching, dripping slit and and I cry out and buck my hips at her touch.
She tsks at me. “No, sweet butch. Be a good boy and take it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I promise immediately, urgently.
She holds my hips down with one hand and fucks me open with the other, gazing at me intently, licking her lips while she watches me moan and take it.
“Such a good boy,” she praises. “Such a good little slut for Daddy. I want you to make yourself come on my hand, prettyboy.”
I tighten around her middle and ring fingers at this, the promise of more fingers, another orgasm, the prospect of being fisted — both deeply hot and intimidating, something I’ve never done before.
“Mmm, you like that idea, hot stuff? You want me to fuck you open, huh?”
“Yeah, Daddy, I do… Fuck… Fuck! Please. Mmm. Please Daddy can I have your mouth, or — or a vibe, or something? Fuck.”
“God, you’re such a filthy fucking slut for Daddy, aren’t you? Yeah, you can have the vibe on, sweet butch. I want to get another finger in you.”
She sounds so eager and depraved, voice raspy. I moan and nod and suck her finger and bring the buzzing toy to my clit. She moans when she feels me tighten around her fingers. “Fuck, AJ. Fuck.”
“Mmhmm” is my reply. She fucks me harder, muffling my increasing moans with another finger in my mouth, causing further slutty, excessive noises with a third finger in my cunt.
“Fuck!” I scream.
“Shhhh,” she says, moving slowly and holding a finger to my lips.
I sneak out a tongue and lick the tip of her finger and she closes her eyes for a moment, opens them, hisses, “Fuck it” and slips her finger into my mouth.
My eager noises are muffled around her pointer finger as she works the three in my cunt in and out, slowly, achingly. I’m so tempted to rock my hips but I want to be a good boy and take it, like she said.
“Daddy,” I rasp, pulling her fingers out of my mouth. “Daddy, that feels so good. I’m gonna come for you.”
“Not yet,” she orders. She pulls the vibe away from my clit and I groan, frustrated. “You’re a filthy little slut and I want you taking more of my hand before you get to come, sweet boy.”
“Uh huh,” I agree and nod, too fucked out to think about anything but the way her three fingers are fucking me open, watching her fingers go in and out of me, stretching my cunt, as I watch the lust on her face spread and burn. I groan and grasp the sheets in my clenched hands.
“Yeah, prettyboy?”
“Daddy…” I gasp for air, pulling her fingers from my mouth. “Daddythatfeelssogood. Daddy. Please. More. More.”
The grin on her face becomes depraved while she obliges me.
“Filthy slut. Liking this so much.”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“Loving how your Daddy uses your cunt.”
“Yes, Daddy! I love it, I love it, I love —” I almost say I love you and I stumble on my words.
“I-I love how you fuck me.”
“Mmm, you take it so well.”
“Thank you, Daddy…”
“Fuck —” she curses, dipping her head to watch for a moment as her three thick fingers stretch open my cunt. “Fuck, you feel so good. You look so good.” She looks back up at my eyes. “Look at that pretty, dreamy look on your face, handsome boy. You ready for more?”
I nod, gasping, “Fuck yes. Please. Daddy!” between breaths.
She drizzles lube on her hand and works four of her fingers inside of me. I feel so full, so slutted out, so desperate for more, more, more.
“You’re doing so good for me, handsome boy. Take a deep breath for me, prettyboy. Nice and slow.”
I inhale, feeling myself stretching out for her hand.
“Good boy. Let it out. So slow. Good boy. Fuck, do you feel that? You’re opening up for me.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I pant, focusing on breathing in and out, relaxing my body. Taking it like a good boy.
“Breathe,” she orders gently. “Breathe for me, sweet boy.”
I lock eyes with her and, despite my parched throat, take a slow, deep breath for her.
“Good boy,” she says in a particularly deep, raspy voice.
I clench around her without meaning to.
“Fuck,” she curses. “Try to relax, baby.”
Fucking Christ.
“Yes, Daddy…”
She runs her spare hand up and down my torso, telling me, “Shh. Breathe. Good boy.” The four fingers are twisting and stretching inside me, getting me ready to take her thumb, too. “How’s that feel, handsome?” she asks.
“Fuck — so so good, Daddy. Can I have the vibe?”
“Mmm, yes, prettyboy, and turn it up. I want to hear you begging.”
I obey. Instantly, the power in the toy is driving me towards the edge of the cliff, and her fourth finger inside me is pressing on the gas pedal.
“Please, Daddy, please let me come — I’m close — oh, I’m close — oh fuck —”
She looks me in the eye, moves her spare hand between my legs, presses down on the vibe, and says, “No.”
It doesn’t matter that she told me no. She’s stretching me wide open, hitting the right spot with half her fist in me, muttering filthy sweet nothings in my ear, pressing the toy at max vibration into my very sensitive clit.
I fall apart for her.
“Daddy! Daddy!” I scream, far too loud. I clamp my hand over my own mouth, screaming and moaning and coming and coming. She’s fucking me with her hand, stretching me open, holding the vibe down with with her spare hand, making me take her deeper and further with every stroke.
“That’s it, prettyboy. That’s my good boy. Come for Daddy. Come all over Daddy’s hand. Just like that. Sweet boy. You’re so fucking sexy. Keeping coming for me, handsome.”
My first orgasm blends into my second, either that or my first orgasm lasts for ages. I’m babbling while I come and come, thanking her, begging for more inside me, telling her how fucking hot she is. Whether it was one long orgasm or two, by the tail end of it, I’m pulsing around her, getting to the widest part of her hand where I always stop during my attempts at fisting.
But this time, she looks so good stretching me out like this; her gaze on me feels scalding. She’s blushing, forehead a little sweaty. She’s hitting the perfect spot inside me every time with her thick fingers. She’s growling and panting and gritting out the filthiest dirty talk for my eager ears. And I’m so wet and I’m so full of her and I want more.
“God, sweet butch. You feel so fucking good like this,” she praises me. “I want you to do whatever you want. We can stop here or you can keep making yourself come on my fingers like this, whatever you want, AJ.”
“I want to keep coming,” I pant, feeling selfish and greedy and molten, pupils blown wide as I stare at her, watching her fuck me. So I do. The waves of pleasure that crash over me are smaller than the first ones but stronger, pulling me into the undertow. The pressure is inescapable, and I have to wait for the current to spit me back out before I can catch my breath.
The waves come and come, crashing into the shoreline, and with an achingly slow pace, Sarah’s full hand enters me, filling me up and stretching me out in a way I’ve never felt before. I see shooting stars, and the only wish I can think of is for this to never end.
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” I pant. “Fuuuuuuck, Sarah… Fuck me, fuck me. What? You feel so good.”
“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking hot, AJ,” she pants. “Good boy. Good fucking boy. Look at you. Taking all of me. Fucking yourself on my hand because you’re such a slut you can’t help it.” She says this with awe, watching me like she can’t believe the show she’s seeing.
“Daddy.” I’m gritting my teeth, panting, delirious with need.
“Prettyboy,” she sighs dreamily.
“Daddy.”
“Handsome toy.”
“Daddy.”
“AJ,” she says, voice hoarse.
“Sarah,” I groan. “Holy fuck.”
She drizzles more lube on her hand, daring to pull out of me a little and fuck back inside. She’s faster than my scream and places a hand over my mouth while she fucks me like that, fists me.
“You’re so fucking wet, AJ, fuck. Holy shit. God, I can’t believe how hot you are. You are such a good boy for me.”
“Mmm… Mmhmm…”
“Fuck, I can’t believe I get to fuck you like this. I’m the luckiest butch on campus. In Seattle. In the world. Fuck. You’re such a good slut for me.”
“Mmm!” I cry out into her hand. My face is hot and my heart is fluttering at the compliment. Thank god I don’t have to come up with something to say right now, or I’d be toeing a dangerous line.
“You wanna come for me again, prettyboy? One more time for Daddy?”
I nod and rub myself with the vibe, hips jerking as I chase my pleasure.
“Good fucking boy for me. Such a sweet, filthy, slutty boy for Daddy. Such a good hole for Daddy to use.”
“Mmph!”
“You close? Hmm? You close for me?”
I nod, eager, eyes wide, my mmhmm muffled.
“Come for Daddy.”
It’s so easy to obey. The command is the last straw that brings me under that riptide again. I drown in it, in her, pulsing and throbbing as the waves hit.
She talks me through it until the screaming and moaning subside, muttering: “Good boy, good fucking boy,” and slowly, slowly slipping out of me and removing her hand from my mouth.
“Mmm… Your good boy… Yours.” I blush at this admission, feeling vulnerable for having said it.
“Mine,” she growls, and I feel relieved. The possessiveness in her eyes looks like hunger, or maybe vice versa. “Look at you. All mine.”
My heart thuds in my chest, so loud I’m sure she must hear it.
“All yours, Daddy,” I sigh with big eyes, biting my lip and staring at her mouth.
Her mouth is on me in an instant, tongues stroking and teeth biting lips and mouths sliding along one another, moans muffled by and mixed with the other’s.
Eventually the kiss slows, grows gentle and soft.
When we separate, I whisper, “Fuck,” shaking my head at her.
“What?” she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.
“You. This,” I say and motion between us. “Fuck.”
She locks eyes with me, kisses me hard, and just as quickly pulls away.
“Yeah,” she agrees, eyes scanning my face. “Fuck.”
We kiss and whimper and sigh, tangled up in each other. We don’t say it, and I ache. But I have a feeling we’ll say it soon.