Dirty Daddy(123)

If I’m being completely honest with you, which I am, trust me , I never once in my life imagined it was possible to feel this kind of crazed lust. I mean, when is too much, too much?

My hands leave his ass and I focus on his belt, unbuckling it and pushing it out of its loops with a quick movement. I waste no time and go straight for his crotch, flattening the palm of my hand against his already hard cock, massaging him over his jeans. I start tracing the contour of his bulging with the tip of my index finger, but I stop suddenly. Screw this, I need to feel him right now!

I unbutton his pants as hard as I can, his cock pulsing against my fingers as I take care of the buttons. He starts kissing my neck harder and, when I’m finally done, starts nibbling at my skin; I flatten my hand again, the only barrier between me and him being his boxer briefs. Well, why wait, right? I hook my fingers on the hem of his underwear and push it down, both his pants and boxers sliding down to his knees.

"Someone’s pretty horny," he says, almost laughing. Oh, he has no idea how horny I am right now… Just as much as he has no idea what I was doing before he got here.

"I am horny," I tell him, my fingers curling around his massive cock. “And you can’t imagine how much.” My pussy pulses as I grab him, anticipating how it’s going to feel when he’s deep inside of me; I’ve fucked him a lot of times already, but I still can’t get past the fact that he’s freaking huge. Whenever we fuck, I always get surprised when I find that I can actually walk afterwards.

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea on how horny you are… But now I’m here to solve that, Ash,” he tells me as his hand goes up my side, his long fingers squeezing my right breast as he stops kissing my neck and locks eyes with me. There’s a wide grin on his face, one that holds promises of moans and screams before he’s done. It’s not as if that’s a surprise, though; I always moan and scream when I’m with him. Always.

Taking both hands to my back, he undoes the clasp on my bra; his fingers go over my shoulder blades and, grabbing the straps, he pushes them down my arms. The cups droop over my breasts and then finally fall over as he lets go the bra, allowing it to float down to the floor. Moving fast, he leans into me and wraps his lips around my right nipple, sucking eagerly as he laps at it with his tongue. I run my fingers through his hair as he sucks, my head thrown back as I sigh heavily.

Changing breasts, he now devotes his attention to my left nipple, this time applying just a bit more pressure. I grab him harshly by his hair, pulling his head against my tits and forcing him to suck hard. He does it eagerly, sucking on one nipple as he squeezes the other breast, but then he pulls back with a grin.

“I’m the one in charge here,” he tells me, an expression of amusement in his face. As he speaks he lets both his hands go to my ass, and he cups my cheeks hard. I moan in a low tone as I feel my flesh under his fingers and then, before I even know how he has done it, he has me lifted up against the wall, my legs crossed on his lower back as I rest my arms over his shoulders.

I buck my hips at him immediately, his cock brushing against my pussy; I do it harder, pinning his shaft between my crotch and his body, and then I start to rock my body, grinding against him as if I were delirious. Well, in fact, I am delirious—delirious and crazy to have him inside my pussy. Remember how I told you I was already wet when he arrived? Well, the state I was in back then doesn’t even hold a candle to how I am right now: my thong is completely drenched and my fluids are starting to drip down my thighs.

Being this close to Arsen… It’s just like being home. You know that feeling you get when you arrive home after a long trip? Where you feel safe and perfectly at ease? Yeah, that’s exactly it. Except, of course, you probably don’t get wet when you come home after the holidays. Unless you have someone like Arsen Hawke waiting on you, that is.

"You got here right in time," I whisper, my brain not even filtering the words coming out of my mind. “I was so wet… If you took any longer I’d just have to start fingering myself.” He grins, squeezing my ass cheeks harder as he presses his crotch against mine.

“No, you wouldn’t dare,” he tells me. “You’d wait… You’d wait because just playing with yourself wouldn’t be enough. You need my cock, Ashley.”

“I do. I need it bad,” I confess, desire crawling under my skin as I grind against his thick cock. Hell, he’s so damn right.

“You can have it… If you promise to be nice,” he teases me, moving his fingers under my thong and closer to my ass crack.