TO TEMPT THE BAD BOYS

8: Yes, Daddy

IMANI.

My reactions to his words were instantaneous. I knew this was wrong. All of these were wrong and so stupid, but I couldn't stop the moan that left my mouth when he ducked his head and took in an engorged n****e in between his lips.

One of my hands instinctively went to his head to hold him in place as he sucked my n****e like it was all he ever wanted to do, and my other hand fisted the fabric of the couch. The intensity was too much, and had me buckling on the seat, and had me arching my back to give him better access.

“Oh god… Please.” I didn't know what I was begging for or why I was begging, but my brain was short-circuiting from the pleasure, and words were just leaving my mouth.

I lost it when he grabbed the other boob, squeezed it before pinching my n****e at the same time he gently bit down on the one he was sucking.

I whimpered and gasped. My back arched even more, pushing my boob further into his mouth. He kept at it till I was a whimpering mess. All I could mutter were strings of incomprehensible moans. Till my body was boneless with pleasure and till I was so wet my thighs were a mess and the chair was soaked beneath me.

I was aching so badly that if I didn't c*m anytime soon, I might run mad.

“Please,” I begged again, the sound desperate and needy. It didn't sound like my voice at all, but then, I've never been this slutted out and ruined by just the friction of his tongue and fingers on my n*****s.

“I need more, please,” I didn't know when I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my core. I was so wet. So embarrassingly wet.

He chuckled against my n****e before he released it with a pop, and that made me gasp again.

“You're so wet, little dove.” he kept his eyes on me as he trailed a line over my soaked lips. I sighed, a breathy, shaky sound that made his eyes drop to my mouth before he raised them to my eyes again. There was a seething dark hunger in his eyes. One that terrified and both thrilled me.

“Tell me, little dove, what do you want me to do to you?”

“Touch me,” I replied shamelessly, “make me c*m, please. I need it.”

“Of course,” his other hand patted my hair softly, “You should c*m. You've been a good girl.”

Then he started touching me. Slowly, unrushed. He dragged and coated my p***y with my wetness, and he took his time toying with my lips. All the while, his eyes didn't leave mine. He was looking at me like he wanted to commit every single moan, sigh, whimper to his memory. He was looking at me like he wanted to commit every single glazed expression of mine to his memory.

“Faster, please…” I begged, and he chuckled.

“You're such a slut, Meera. You're my slut.”

He did touch me faster, faster enough to make my heart race and my lower stomach tighten. It was probably the pleasure and the glazed induced pleasure of it that propelled my hand to move towards his joggers. My hand made contact with the outline of his d**k. His already hard d**k, and he hissed at the contact.

I freed him from its confines, and my mouth watered when I saw him. Thick. Veiny. Bulging and already leaking precum. I couldn't believe that thing had been in me several times. It was so beautiful, I wanted to drop to my knees and worship it.

“f**k Meera,” He groaned when I wrapped my hand around it and started bumping it. I allowed my finger to touch its tip occasionally, eliciting hisses and curses from him.

He didn't stop touching me and I could feel my orgasm building.

“This is crazy,” I muttered in between pants and moans. It was really crazy. I've never been this explicit with a guy before, and a part of me knew this was just the barest minimum of all the things we'd do together.

We were touching each other simultaneously, and I'd be damned if it wasn't a height that was driving me crazy.

“I'm going… I’m cumming.” I screamed out of nowhere, and I actually came. It continued for a while, my body spasming and legs shaking so much they made sounds.

He fingered me through it all. He fingered me till my body calmed down.

“It's my turn, little dove, but I'm going to c*m inside you.”

He made to lift me when alarm bells went off in my head. Of course, I had gotten carried away the last two times that I slept with him without protection and only used pills afterwards. But that wasn't going to happen again.

“Condom. We need a condom.”

“I'm on Vasectomy, little dove,” there was a raw impatience edge to his tone, “and I'm not a walking bag of STDs. Never f****d anyone raw until you.”

I was still trying to formulate a reply to that when he lifted me like I weighed nothing and placed me over his c**k. He entered me, and we both moaned and gasped at the contact.

“You're so f*****g wet, Meera, and tight too.”

I placed my hands on his shoulders and started riding and subsequently bouncing on him. The sounds we made were obscene. From the loud bouncing sounds to his groans and curses to my moans and pants. We f****d like it was the only thing we've looked forward to doing our whole lives. We f****d like it was the last thing we'd ever do.

His palms spread my ass cheeks apart to take him deeper, and that single act made it easier for me to bounce faster on him and for him to reach deeper into places I never thought a d**k could reach. This new depth made it easier for me to get worked again, and I could feel the blinding stars in my eyes and my body spasming.

I was nearing the peak again, and it did make me smile in ecstasy with my boobs bouncing in his face when he suddenly flipped us. And then, I was on the couch with my legs wrapped around his waist and his c**k wrecking me. Ruining me.

I couldn't think of anything but him in me.

“Oh god…” I panted mindlessly, too delirious with pleasure to think straight, “faster. Please. Just like that. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“You feel so good, Dove. You like this, don't you? My c**k ruining this tight little p***y of yours.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said in a rush, tears dripping from the corners of my eyes and my hands cupping my boobs from the force of it all. “I like it. Please…”

My words trailed into a pathetic sob that ricocheted through my entire body while he f****d me into the couch, and I could only moan and gasp and cry and beg. Until my orgasm hit without warning. Until he came inside me with a full body shudder and his whole body growing taut.

I felt his c*m spurt in me then drip out of me when he looked at me after the shockwaves of our orgasms subsided, and with our breaths still coming out in pants and our bodies slick with sweat.

“You're so perfect, little dove,” He whispered, and his eyes lingered on my lips for a while before he pressed a kiss to my collarbone.