Daddy's Sweet Little Poppy

Caught humping his sheets?

Chapter 8

Poppy

"You're hopeless," I heard Riley murmur. "He's suffocating you, you never do anything fun anymore. It's always 'I have to check with Sebastian' or 'Sebastian wouldn't like that.' Girl, you need to live a little."

I bit my lip. Riley had no idea how much I was living. How much fun I was having. Just... a different kind of fun than she meant.

"I'll think about it," I said finally.

"Ugh, fine. But you're going. I'm not taking no for an answer." Riley opened her laptop again. "Oh, by the way, he is fine as hell. Saw him at the hall and girl, if I could climb that man like a tree, I would."

I bit back a chuckle. She had just ranted about him holding me back and now she was slobbering obey him?

Yeah Daddy incited that kind of reaction in women. I was the lucky one who got to lick him like a lollipop.

I squirmed on the bench again, drenching the word shamelessly.

"You good?" Riley asked, noticing my fidgeting.

"Yeah, just... uncomfortable." I shifted my weight, trying to find a position where my c**t wasn't rubbing against the bench. It wasn't working. Every tiny movement sent sparks of pleasure through me.

"You're acting so weird today." She grumbled. "Did you even eat lunch? Low blood sugar makes you loopy."

"I'm fine, I promise."

We sat there for a while, Riley working on her essay while I pretended to read but really just thought about Daddy. About his hands on me. His fingers inside me. How close I had been to cumming in that classroom.

I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the aching pressure. It only made it worse.

Riley closed her laptop and stood up. "Come on. Walk with me to the library. I need to return some books before they fine my ass."

I stood up too quickly and my skirt rode up slightly. I tugged it down, hyper aware that I was completely bare underneath. If the wind blew the wrong way, everyone would see.

The thought made my p***y clench. Everyone would see my pink p***y glistening and slick. Oh gosh, Poppy, you really are a slut.

We started walking across campus and I kept having to adjust my skirt. Riley was talking about some guy in her psychology class, but I could barely focus. Every step made me more aware of how wet I was. How swollen and sensitive.

We passed by one of the support pillars near the student center and I couldn't help myself. I leaned against it briefly, subtly grinding my ass back against the cool metal. Just for a second. Just to feel something hard close to my p***y.

"Are you seriously humping a pole right now?" Riley gaped at me.

My face went hot. "What? N-No! I was just stretching."

"Sure you were." She shook her head. "You're so weird today. Did you smoke without me or something?"

"No!" I yelled and rushed ahead of her.

"If you would just come to club you'll get to c*m, crazy!" She yelled running after me making my cheeks heat up, embarrassed.

The house was empty when I got home.

Mom's car wasn't in the driveway and Sebastian's wasn't either. I had the whole place to myself which meant I could do something about my throbbing p***y, finally!

My p***y had been throbbing the entire ride home. Every bump in the road, every shift in my seat made me more desperate. I couldn't stop thinking about Daddy's promise. About what he was going to do to me tonight.

I dropped my bag by the door and went straight upstairs but not to my room.

To his.

Sebastian's bedroom was down the hall from the master suite. Mom slept in the master suite. They had never shared a bed or even pretended to have that kind of marriage. He let mom have the master because Mom liked having a lot of space and took the next largest room. His scent filled every corner. That yummy mix of his cologne, soap and something darker. Something masculine and intoxicating that made my mouth water and my p***y clench.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside, rushing to his bed immediately. The bed was perfectly made with thick dark navy sheets.

They would have to do. I could feel my p***y juices starting to run down my inner thighs.

I shouldn't be in here. If Mom came home and found me...

But I didn't care.

I needed this.

I climbed onto the bed on my hands and knees, my skirt riding up completely, exposing my naked ass and dripping cunt. The sheets were cool against my hot skin as I crawled across the mattress.

God, his smell was everywhere. It made my head spin and my c**t throb.

I positioned myself in the center of the bed and slowly lowered my hips until my bare p***y pressed directly against his sheets.

"Ohhh f**k," I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed.

The smooth fabric felt incredible against my swollen, aching c**t. I rolled my hips experimentally and pleasure exploded through me.

I did it again, harder this time. Grinding my wet cunt against Daddy's bed, smearing my juices all over his sheets. My p***y gushed more wetness as I humped the bed like a b***h in heat.

I reached down and spread my p***y lips wider, pressing my bare c**t directly against the fabric. The friction was delicious, maddening. I needed more.

I grabbed his pillow and shoved it between my legs, mounting it, straddling it like I was straddling his face.

Or better yet, his c**k.

"Oh God, Daddy," I whimpered, grinding down hard. "Your c**k would feel so good inside me. So f*****g big and thick. Stretching my tight little virgin pussy."

I rode the pillow faster, harder, my hips snapping forward. My juices soaked into the fabric, leaving a huge dark wet stain. I was absolutely drenching it.

My hands fumbled with my shirt buttons, shaking with need. I managed to get it halfway open and pulled my milky t**s free. They bounced as I moved, heavy and aching.

I cupped them roughly, the way Daddy usually did. Squeezing hard and pinching my n*****s until they hurt, until I gasped.

"Yes, Daddy, play with my t**s while I ride your c**k," I moaned to the empty room, throwing my head back. "Pinch them harder. Make me scream. Ohh yes yes yes, keep pounding your c**k into my p***y. I can take it Daddy, I can take it all!"

I twisted my n*****s brutally and cried out, my p***y clenching around nothing.

I needed to be filled. I needed his c**k inside me so badly I thought I'd faint. .

I humped his pillow frantically, imagining it was him beneath me. Imagining his huge d**k finally, finally pushing inside my tight virgin cunt, breaking through my hymen. Claiming me completely.

"f**k me, Daddy," I sobbed, my movements getting desperate and sloppy. "Ruin my p***y. Make it yours. I want your c*m so deep inside me. I want you to breed me like the dirty little slut I am. Your dirty slut!

My fingers worked my n*****s as I ground down harder, chasing the orgasm building in my lower belly. I was so close. So f*****g close.

I could picture it perfectly, Daddy grabbing my hips, slamming me down on his c**k over and over. Using me. f*****g me so hard I couldn't walk. Filling my virgin p***y with load after load of his hot c*m until it was dripping out of me.

"Please, please, I need your c**k," I whimpered desperately. "Need you to f**k me. Need to feel you c*m inside me. Please, Daddy, please. Oh I'm gonna cum."

"POPPY!"

Mom's voice shattered my fantasy like glass.