We walked up the wooden stairs to the deck, and I unlocked the door to my apartment. While I turned the cold, brass handle, I felt the blade of his right index finger trace the curve of my right ass cheek from hip to thigh. “Oh fuck,” I thought, biting my lower lip and walking through the door into my small one bedroom apartment, “I'm so ready for this.”
I tossed my keys on the table next to my faded blue recliner and turned to watch him close the door. His eyes followed me, dark with lust and anticipation. I turned and walked down the tiny, narrow hallway to my bedroom, the largest room in my little apartment. My dog had been asleep on my bed but now came leaping off to greet me as I opened the door. I gave her a customary amount of affection and told her to go lay down - she'd go curl up on the recliner and we would have the bedroom to ourselves.
He stood, leaning on the doorframe, looking devastatingly cool and casual...but those dark eyes betrayed his impatience. I sat down on my bed, which was in the corner of the room opposite the door, in my hoodie, tee shirt, leggings and old, faded Chuck Taylors. “Take off your clothes,” he said, and I didn't dare disobey a direct order. I kicked off my sneakers, pulled off my hoodie and tossed it at the white plastic clothes hamper at the foot of my bed. Next, I stripped off my leggings and socks, threw those at the hamper as well. Finally my tee shirt and bra came off, in one fluid motion, and sailed off my bed in spectacular fashion - he didn't like to be kept waiting.
He stood upright and took off his faded flannel, folded it and placed it on the chair next to my door. Then he took off his tee shirt, leaving him in a black beater, jeans and a belt, barefoot. Idly, I wondered when he'd taken off his boots, but it didn't matter now. He was less than a foot away from me, and I could feel the heat radiating from him. He grabbed my waist with his massive, rough, callused hands and tossed me back on the bed. As I watched him kneel down on the mattress, he looked like a jungle cat, stalking his dinner. He crawled towards me, tracing one of those hands from my ankle to my calf, up my thigh, my hip, over my torso, my left breast, up to my neck, and he grasped my throat with his large hands. My legs were spread, he was kneeling between my legs now, and I felt his jeans, worn, but still somehow rough against my inner thighs.
His fingers began a slow descent from my neck, and his left hand joined in, both coming to rest on my breasts - roughly grabbing and squeezing, pinching and teasing the nipples. It was exquisite torture, I didn't realize I hadn't been breathing until I gasped for air when he leaned down and took my left nipple between his teeth. When he released it, he looked down at me and said, “If you feel yourself getting close, you need to ask permission. And if I say no - you need to stop yourself. But when I tell to cum, I want you to cum for Daddy. Do you understand?”
Since I didn't think I was capable of rational speech, I simply nodded. The feeling of him on top of me, all the things he was saying...I was so insanely turned on I was leaving a puddle on the bed between my legs. As if he'd read my mind, he moved back slightly and ran one long finger down between my lips to feel that moisture pooling between my thighs. He let out a low growl, and my hips bucked, like a reflex. Then, without warning, he stuck two of those long, thick fingers inside me, and roughly ran his thumb over my clit. I felt my entire body respond - my thighs spread wider, as if it would alleviate some of the pain his thick fingers were causing, as they worked to loosen up my tight pussy. All of my abdominal muscles clenched, my nails bit into my palms as I balled my hands into fists and arched my back. I knew this digital assault was just the opening act, and it felt amazing - but I was in no way ready to take him yet. I felt his ring finger at my entrance, and as it joined the others I cried out. This was just too much, I couldn't take it.
Once more, as if reading my mind, he removed his hand, slowly, but not gently - and I felt the rough edges of his nails scraping against my insides as they retreated. My muscles began to relax and I laid back and closed my eyes. He was moving and then I heard the thud of his jeans hitting the hardwood floor of my bedroom, and then he was on top of me, his rock-hard cock pressing against my lips, and he leaned down to kiss and bite my neck. Again, my hips had an involuntary response...he truly did know all of my weaknesses. As my hips thrust upwards he thrust down, and every inch of him was buried inside me in one swift motion. Unable to stop myself I cried out...well, it was more of a scream, actually. He silenced me with his mouth on mine, kissing me passionately, our tongues dancing, before he lifted his head, pulled back and thrust again. I let out a series of moans every time he drilled into me, splitting me in half over and over. I knew he could feel my pulse quickening and hear my breathing change...I could feel all my muscles tensing and I felt my orgasm building. But before I could do as he said and ask for permission, he said, “No, not yet,” and he got off and laid down next to me.
My entire body ached - the denial of that release was truly painful. "Do you want to ride Daddy's cock, little girl?" My weakness, he always knew exactly what to say...so I did as he wished. I straddled his hips and lowered myself onto him. His cock felt even more massive when I was on top of him, the thickest part, hishead, splitting me open, and I began to move instinctually to relieve some of the pressure. As I rocked back and forth, up and down, he dug his sharp fingernails into my hips and his breathing changed. I felt the same familiar tightening in my abdomen, the same fire building - I didn't think I could handle being told no this time. The walls of my soaking wet pussy were throbbing, and I knew he could feel it just as clearly as I could. His fingers gripped my hips more firmly, and suddenly he was the one in control of my movements, not me. I felt him twitch deep inside me, and I began to cry out, but then he said in a deep, haggard voice, “I want you to cum for Daddy, babygirl.” My absurdly intense orgasm rolled through me like a wave, so strong and powerful I didn't notice the noises I was hearing were my own cries of passion. Meanwhile, I felt his orgasm simultaneously, his cock twitching rapidly as my walls throbbed furiously around him. As I rode out the most intense shockwaves of pleasure, I collapsed on his chest, a sweaty, worn out mess. He stroked my hair softly, and I rolled off him but curled into his side, laying my head on his chest and wrapping my arm around his waist.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice without lifting my head. “I think we both know I did,” I replied, yawning. “Are you going to spend the night? It's Friday, I don't have any plans tomorrow or anything…”
“I'm not going anywhere right now," he replied, pulling the fleece blanket over both of us and wrapping his arms around me.