2. Lucy Rae #2
“Don’t get quiet on me, little girl. Come on, Lucy,” he goaded, “tell daddy the truth. Were you sitting around thinking about him?” The almost familiar tone made my mind prickle. I tried to remember where I’d heard it before or who he sounded like, but I couldn’t place him.
“Yes,” I admitted with a slight hiss. My thighs pressed together as heat and need coiled deep inside, making a mess of the tiny panties I had put on after my shower.
“That’s my Sunny girl. How about you get nice and comfortable for me?”
“Here? On my couch?” I asked like he had any idea what it looked like. I wasn’t sure why that surprised me. I was a cam girl, for goodness sakes! I lived alone, yet I’d never just played with myself on the couch.
“Right there on your pretty little couch.” His voice cut through the intrusive thoughts. “My girl’s aching, and I’m not the kind of daddy who likes to put shit off when it comes to taking care of his girl.” Fuck, why is that so damn hot? “Get comfortable and tell me how you’re sprawled out.”
I didn’t think. I just acted.
I pulled a couple pillows and lay on my back, knees bent at my sides, the cool air brushing my overheated inner thighs.
“Hmm,” he rumbled, “I can almost see you right now. Lying on the couch, pretty little knees bent up. You comfy, pretty girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” His praise fed my soul, making me feel like I somehow glowed from the inside out. “Now, you’re going to do what I tell you to, Sunshine. And if you’re a good girl, you’re going to hear daddy come hard. Just for you.”
Holy. Fuck. My hands skimmed down my bare thighs and moved between my legs.
“I want that, Daddy,” I whispered, even though I was the only one home. Somehow, this felt a little more intimate than anything I’d ever done.
“You have any idea how beautiful you are, baby? How fucking badly I want to press my body against yours, hover my lips over yours, slowly breathe your scent in before I kiss you?” My lips literally tingled at his dirty words. My breathing changed. Became heavier, shallower.
“How… how would you kiss me?” I asked with a slight tremble in my voice as the tips of my fingers brushed against my panty-covered pussy.
“That depends, Lucy.” I loved hearing him say my name.
“On?”
“On the situation.”
“If you were here with me. Right here, right now,” I asked, trying to stop myself from moaning as my fingers stroked my pussy.
“If I were there with you right this very second, I would pull your hands up over your head, so you wouldn’t be touching your pretty, little pussy without daddy’s permission.” My eyes opened and breath hitched.
“How did you know—“
“Shh, daddy’s been paying attention, pretty girl. He knows you better than you think.” Goose bumps flared across my entire my body, and my nipples tightened to the point of pain.
“Fuck,” I cursed, and he tsked.
“Watch that pretty mouth,” he warned. “Be a good girl for me, Sunshine. Push those panties down your legs.”
“What makes you think I’m wearing panties?” I asked, needing to brat off to him for some damn reason.
“Hmm, like I said, Lucy, I pay attention,” he drawled and then kept sharing, “The way you breathe when you tease yourself when you’re not wearing them is different than when those delicate fingers are skin to skin with the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.
Now take them off and touch your pretty, little clit for me, Sunshine. ”
I did as he asked with an impatient tug until I kicked them off at the edge of the couch.
“Daddy,” I whimpered the moment my fingertips circled my clit.
“Just like that. Such a good girl. If I were with you, there wouldn’t be a damn inch of your skin I wouldn’t kiss before I finger-fucked you,” he said as if it was a threat I would be more than willing to sign up for.
“The way I would suck on your pretty nipples with my knee firmly between your thighs would make you quake beneath me.” Oh god!
I loved this side of him. Hearing him say the words made it even hotter.
“Fuck, it would be good to watch you beg. Cry from need for me. And I wouldn’t be the sweet daddy you’ve gotten to know, Sunshine.
I’d be a fucking monster because I wouldn’t move from there until I had you begging for more for so long you would be hoarse. ”
“Yes!” I hissed, grinding my hips against my fingers.
“Jesus, I can hear how wet you are, Lucy. Fucking wish I were right there,” he grunted. Somehow, over the lust roaring in my ears as I worked myself closer and closer to the edge, I heard him. The sound of his hand moving up and down as he jerked himself off with me made me desperately greedy.
“I want to touch you, Daddy.”
“Oh, little girl, you will. Soon.” His promise made me wetter, hornier.
His filthy words tumbled out in that deep, dark tone of his. Each one dirtier and filthier than the last until I was right there, so close to the biggest orgasm I knew I’d had to that point in my life.
“Come for me, Lucy. Come for me, Sunshine,” he grunted through gritted teeth, and I shattered.
Tensely coiled warmth unfurled into pleasure that made my toes curl into the couch cushions and made me see spots at the edges of my vision.
My body convulsed and shook on my couch as warmth and sated relief settled into every pore of my body.
“Daddy,” I whispered, and that’s when I heard him. His deep grunts sounded as he came hard and long. I encouraged him through it, loving the way he sounded, wishing we were on my couch together, limbs tangled up with my head on his chest as I stroked him to the point of sensitivity.
“That was…” I didn’t have words. Not the right ones, at least.
“I know, Sunshine.” His breath was heavy as we both tried to catch our breath. I shifted on the couch, too relaxed to think about heading to my bed. I pulled the throw blanket off the back of the couch and got comfortable.
“What’s your name?” I asked, slightly sleepy.
“You call me daddy,” he rumbled. My eyes felt heavy, but I knew I smiled. They almost fluttered shut, but before they did, I noticed the matching love seat across from me.
It was a pretty feminine floral print. My pretty couch. He’d said that. How he wanted to be with me on my pretty couch.
I yawned and fell asleep wondering how he knew my couch was pretty.