Wet For Daddy

Chapter 3

Chloe’s POV

I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned immediately and stood frozen. I found myself tongue tied. His abs were visibly well built, and those biceps and triceps, they made my insides chin with excitement!

His tanned skin looked so smooth, so well taken care of and my gaze trailed slowly to his face. I could see his blue eyes as he raised his head up and his eyes met with mine, making my heart jump.

Weird feeling! I had never felt my heart react like that to my now ex boyfriend.

“What are you still doing standing there?” He spoke, his lips moving and my wet thighs subconsciously clamped together as I felt it throb! My pissy throbbed! With just his voice.

“Get a hold of yourself.” I muttered to myself. “What the heck are you thinking? Why the heck are you high, reacting to just a man’s voice?”

His voice was deep and in all shades, it was hot! I was sweating profusely.

“Get over here b***h! I hate to be kept waiting!” His voice was deep.

Who was this man? That made my p***y throb with just his voice alone. His voice was authoritative, I couldn’t reason again, I just walked over to him, my wet thighs brushing each other.

“Aren’t you a professional? Why behave like you are a novice? Get down on your knees already and start your job. Now.” He ordered.

I never mind about how he ordered me, I just.….did as he had ordered me to, feeling the heat in my p***y.

He removed his towel, letting it fall and revealing his thick hard c**k to me.

“Oh! My!” I let out a soft sound. “That’s massive.”

“Take my c**k and do exactly what you know how to do.” He said instantly. I swallowed my saliva real quick, blinked my eyes thrice, or more than, I can’t tell anymore.

I felt it in my p***y. What the hell was wrong with me?!

I don’t know exactly what was wrong with me, exactly why I was on my knees, exactly what I was about to do. But, I just love this feeling and love what I am seeing.

I reached my hands out to touch his huge c**k, gulping down hard as I realized that I wanted this c**k in my mouth.

My n*****s hardened in this weird situation and were pushing the fabric of my wet dress. My both hands wrapped around his c**k as if my life depended on it.

“f**k…. That’s it!” He cursed and felt good at the same time.

I romanced his c**k over and over again.

“Put those liquids in your mouth into use, make it useful b***h!” He uttered another dirty word, but I don’t know what I am feeling with those words of his.

Why the heck are his dirty and cursed words driving me nuts? Why the heck are they turning me on? Those words made me wetter. I swear, they really did.

I poured a huge amount of saliva onto his thick hardened c**k and romancing it. He screamed “That’s it b***h!”

I never thought I would ever do it in my whole life, and here I am doing it. You know what’s more funny! I am doing this with a STRANGER. What the f**k! I smiled. Nevertheless, I still love it. I love the fact that everything about him turns me on, everything about him gets me wetter.

I have never had this type of feeling in my entire life. But here I am….

I think something was definitely in the drinks the bartender gave me tonight. But everything about this man was undeniably sexy.

I spat more on the older stranger’s c**k, then moved my hands again.

“Use your f*****g mouth bitch.” He cursed, reached my hair and pulled me down onto his c**k.

My lips parted, spreading widely, letting his huge thick hard c**k into my mouth. It hurt my lips, but I never minded the pain. I still felt good nevertheless.

I felt uncontrollable in my p***y. I was horny at the instant his c**k entered my mouth.

My p***y definitely thought otherwise.