Steamy Cravings: Wild And Forbidden

Daddy C ums For Me 2

Ava

I’m sitting on the couch drinking a beer and flipping through posts on my phone. Mom’s at work, and I’m thoroughly enjoying my first off in a while, I’d been accumulating my off days just so I could enjoy when I finally take it.

Now naturally most people would go out and enjoy their time off but not me, I was twenty-five, and never had s*x or a boyfriend.

You’d think that college would give me that kind of freedom but the second I got in, I drowned myself in my books.

Mia, my best friend hasn’t let me hear the last of it, nagging in my ear about how I’ll die a virgin. Maybe that’s what I wanted?

Sigh, I shouldn’t be thinking about this, Mia is a slut and I’m not. East.

There’s a knock on the apartment door. I open it to find Ryan standing there looking all cocky. He’s wearing a nice fitting pair of jeans and a t-shirt that hugs his muscular torso quite nicely.

“Hi Ava,” he says, “How are you doing?”

“Better than you. What do you want?”

“I guess your mom told you what happened.”

“No, she didn’t,” I say. That’s technically the truth, Aunt Clara was the one who told me.

“But I know she dumped your ass. Why are you here? You know Mom’s at work.”

“I wanted to talk to you. Can I come in?”

“I’m not gonna help you. If you want her back you gotta get on your knees and beg like a dog. I don’t think she’ll go for it, but it will be fun to watch.”

“Look,” he insists. “I just want to talk to you. Just for a minute. But not out in the hallway. Can I come in?”

“Alright,” I stand back so he can come in. He shuts the door and looks at me. All of a sudden I feel rather exposed. I’m wearing biker shorts that curve me tightly with no underwear, and a transparent tank top with no bra. My t**s are kinda big and this tank top was not designed to hide them.

“OK,” I cross my arms. “Talk.”

“She really didn’t tell you what happened?”

“Really,” I nod. “She didn’t tell me. And no matter what you say, I’m not going to help you. You’re on your own.”

“Hmm,” he says, “Well the truth is I don’t want her back. I lost interest in your Mom a while ago. I’ve only been hanging around because of you.”

“Me?” I laugh. “What are you talking about?”

“I see the way you look at me. And I know what you’re thinking.”

“What?” I laugh, “You’ve got to be delusional, I don’t think about you and I sure as hell don’t look at you.”

“Yes you do,” he stares me down. “You can’t bullshit me.”

“So what if I look at you? I mean, you’re always around. Of course, I look at you! That doesn’t mean⁠—”

“And, I’ve been looking at you,” he cuts me off. “And I like what I see. And, you’re adult, so . . .”

“Wow, you really are a perv!” I act offended and surprised and try my best to hide the fact that my n*****s are getting hard. I bite my bottom lip and look down.

My eyes land on the bulge in his pants. It’s like a fat cucumber wrapped in denim.

“Yeah,” he says, “maybe I am.” He puts his fists on his hips, like some kind of strong man, and thrusts his bulge toward me like the head of a bull. “But you know you want it.”

“You are full of yourself, aren’t you?” I laugh.

So, here’s my offer⁠—”

“Offer?”

“Yeah, I have an offer for you. How about I give you what you want, and nobody needs to know?”

“You’re f*****g nuts,” I laugh. “I think you need to leave now.”

“Do I?” he smiles and unzips his jeans. “Are you sure about that?”

“What are you doing?” I’m trying to be angry, but I am curious to see what he has in there.

“You want it, don’t you? I mean, you’re always staring at my c**k. You think I don’t notice?”

He reaches into his boxers and my eyes go wide when he pulls out his massive hard c**k. He strokes himself a bit and lets go, leaving it bouncing a little as it points in my direction.

“Ohmigod,” I say, my eyes glued to it. It’s long and fat like a big burrito.

“You want to touch?” he asks, with a sly smile. “Or do you just want to watch?” He strokes himself lightly, in full presentation mode.

“Wow,” I say, “You’re such a pig!” And he really is, right?

He keeps stroking himself and watching my face, and I keep looking back and forth between his fisted c**k and his taunting eyes.

He’s trying to intimidate me. He wants me to be scared. He’s the predator and I’m the prey. He expects me to freak out when he whips out his monster c**k, like I’m such an inexperienced little girl, and how irresistible Big Daddy is with his big hard d**k.

But I’m not scared of him. Not one bit. It’s time to take control of the situation, so I grab his c**k, turn around and pull him down the hallway.

“Ow!” he yelps, “Not so hard!”

“Then keep up,” I smirk, leading him by the d**k to the living room. I stop in the middle of the room and he flinches when I give his c**k a little squeeze.

“Stay right here,” I say. “Understand?” Our eyes lock and I make sure he knows I mean it.

“Yeah,” he says, “Ok.”

I let his c**k slide from my fingers, sit on the couch, put my feet on the coffee table, and cross my arms.

“Go on,” I say, “Get naked.”

He kicks off his shoes and pulls his t-shirt over his head, exposing his muscular abs and chest, and I do admire the way his arm muscles flex over his head. He drops his jeans and boxers to the ground and steps out of them.

“Now, Daddy, give me something to watch.”

“You are a filthy little girl,” he says. “I knew it.”

“Less talk, more action!” I snap. “Show me what you were doing when mummy caught you with my pictures”

He c***s a brow, a knowing smirk on his lips, “I thought your mom didn’t tell you?”

“How about you shut your mouth and focus on your d**k?”

He steps forward and thrusts his palm in my direction. “Spit,” he says.

I lean in and drool a big glob of spit onto his big palm. He wipes it on his pole and jacks himself, filling the room with the sounds of his hand working my spit on his c**k. His eyes turn to slits, he’s so focused.

I love watching a hot guy jack himself off, it’s one of my favorite things in porn. But this is even better. He’s real. He’s right there in front of me. I can smell him.

“Is that what you do when you think of me?”

“Oh, little girl, I’ve done so many things when thinking of you. I’d like to show you everything.”

“Don’t you dare c*m on the carpet!”

He stops stroking. “Oh, I have much better ideas about where I’m going to cum.”

“Did I tell you to stop?” I say. He laughs and gets back to it.

I slide my hand into my shorts and graze my c**t with my middle finger. My p***y tingles from the touch. I do it again and focus on Ryan’s body.

I love the way his muscles work when he jerks himself, the flexing in his thighs, chest, and arms. The tension in his neck is such a turn-on too. And of course, his big meaty hand wrapped around his bigger, meatier c**k.

He’s a f*****g sexy man, that’s for sure. I hope Mom had her fun when she had the chance.

I reach a hand up my shirt to play with my n****e, and at the same time, I slide my finger into my creamy wet p***y.

“Aren’t you a bit overdressed for the occasion?” he asks.

“Dirty old man,” I say. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

“I would. I would like that a lot. I’m dying to see that sweet young cunt, I bet your cunt is magnificent.”

I add another finger and try to provoke him to keep talking.

“What would a f*****g pervert like you do to my magnificent cunt?”

“I’ll stretch that little p***y so wide, I’ll have you screaming, you filthy little thing. I’ll f**k you so good you’ll be sore for a week. I’ll do things to your body that you’ll never forget. You’ll be begging me to do it again, and again, and again. You’ll be ruined for anyone else.”

He takes a step forward and a gooey trail of precum drips onto the coffee table. “So c’mon, let Daddy see. Get rid of those shorts.”

“You can look,” I say as I kick the shorts off onto the table. I spread my legs and f**k myself with two fingers. He licks his lips and watches, still jacking.

The sound of my fingers in my sopping wet cunt mingles with the sound of my heart thumping in my chest, which mingles with his heavy breathing as he strokes himself with long, broad strokes.

“f**k,” he says, “Your p***y is beautiful and I bet it my house, it smells fantastic.”

“Yeah? You wanna smell it?” I pull my fingers out of myself and hold my hand up to him. He leans in and takes a monstrous whiff.

“f**k yeah,” he groans.

“Go ahead,” I wave my fingers in his face. “Taste.”

He leans back in and licks across my fingertips.

“Mmmm,” he says, “f*****g delicious.” He wraps his lips around my fingers and I push into his mouth so he can suck and lick all my juices off. His tongue tickles a bit so I giggle.

“You like that?” he smiles and licks his lips. “I can do things with my mouth that will blow your innocent young mind. Would you like a demonstration?“

“Truly are a dirty old man,” I say, “Of course I do. Get on your knees.”