me. “Please, daddy. Touch me.”
Who am I?
He gives my ass another hard slap. “Spread your legs, little girl.”
I obey, my right leg sliding all the way across his lap, dangling on the edge of his knee.
His fingers make their way, marching a line up my inner thigh. He cups my ass with his palm. Presses his fingertip against the slick entrance of my pussy. “Ask again. Ask for exactly what you want.”
Can I do it? Can I say the filthy words that rest on the tip of my tongue, begging to be freed? “Finger me, daddy. Make me come.”
He pushes a finger inside of me, my body stretching to accommodate. I let out a low moan. He gathers my arousal, slides out. Using the pad of his slick finger, he circles my aching bud.
It’s unbelievable. Melting my limbs. Making me even wetter. “Oh, more. Please more. Touch me there.” A little voice in the back of my mind reminds me that my job tonight is to please him, not to get off, but I can’t seem to stop my hips from rocking.
His finger slides over my clit, offering the gentlest of pressures.
My fingernails dig into the sofa as I moan. “Give me more. Please, daddy. Give me more.”
He lets out a deep chuckle, but my shame knows no bounds. I just need his touch, that magical friction his hand can offer me. I don’t care what I have to say to get it.
Now he’s got two fingers pressing against me, ready to enter me.
It’s going to be too much. It’s going to hurt. I tense.
“Relax, baby. Let me in.”
I do as he says. My reward is the sudden thrust of his two fingers at once. “Oh!” It burns as I stretch to take him. He pushing in, hard, and it hurts, but damn if it doesn’t hurt so fucking good. The lines of pain and pleasure blur as he presses his palm harder into my ass, cupping me tighter and entering me deeper.
If his fingers feel this amazing… what will it feel like to have his cock inside of me?
He slides his fingers back out. Bringing them both to my clit. He circles and teases. My hips wriggle and beg. Finally, he runs his finger over my swollen bundle of nerves. “Oh, yes. Yes!”
The climax comes from my toes, traveling up my body, the tension, the pleasure forming a circle of light and energy as it envelops my core. He doesn’t stop. He moves faster, harder, deeper. When he finds my clit this time it’s with heavy pressure, a rough, punishing touch.
I buck over his lap. Greedy and eager and desperate. “Please, please daddy, make me come!”
His crooning words reach me all the way down in my soul. “That’s right, pretty girl. Come for daddy. Come all over daddy’s fingers, you good, good girl.”
I don’t know if it’s his words or his fingers or some kind of celestial combination, but the orgasm finally comes. Hard and fast. My muscles tightening. My skin flushed. White lights behind my eyelids. A battle cry wrenching from my chest.
My head falls back down onto the couch, my mouth gaping, my eyes opening, staring out in disbelief. I’ve never, ever come like that. The power, the heat, the strength, it was almost too much.
I lay over his lap, panting. Recuperating. Processing. Trying to figure out how I will ever be able to crawl off of this man’s lap and make eye contact with him ever again, after what’s just passed between us.
What he’s made me do. What he somehow instinctively knew I wanted to do all along.
His hands are on my hips. He’s turning me over, pulling me up until I’m sitting in his lap. One hand snakes around my waist, pressing into my lower back. The other cups my cheek.
Our gazes lock. He stares into me, as if he’s seeing me. All of me. And in his eyes I see nothing but desire for more. More of me.
My nerves melt away. My shame dissipates. He closes his eyes, and he kisses me. Our lips press together, warm and firm. An understanding passes between us in that kiss.
This may be a one-night stand. A one-time thing. But there’s something between us, something that goes much deeper than a client and an escort. A connection of two beings with complementary desires.
His, to own, to possess.
Mine, to be taken out of control.
He kisses me, holding me on his lap. My spanked ass presses against his hard thighs,