27. Make a Mess For Daddy
MAKE A MESS FOR DADDY
CHELSEA
M y stomach flooded with warmth and so did my sex hearing his deep, sexy voice. It had been a while and my cycle was also over.
“On a video call?” I asked, feeling a little shy.
“Yes, Princess,” he replied, lowering his camera so I could see him unbuttoning his shirt and revealing his abs.
My mouth watered when I caught a peek at his trail. I wished I could touch him. He lifted his camera and said, “Go on, good girl. Show me.”
I fluffed my blanket and pillow, placing the phone on it before leaning back and making sure I was in center. Licking my lips, I leaned back on the bed and slowly tugged up my top.
Sean took a sharp breath.
Blood rushed my cheeks, watching him. He took his fill, dark, glittering eyes staring at my bare chest from the screen. I tucked a hair lock behind my ear and wondered if it was satisfying enough for him.
“Fucking perfect, Princess,” he groaned, his hand flexing underneath the screen. “I want your tits in my mouth. Need to bite them. Mark them. Show everyone who you belong to.”
“Daddy,” I said, trying to reprimand him, but even saying that word out loud made my pussy flutter. I had never thought I’d enjoy this kink, but Sean made it safe and fun.
“Yes, my good girl?” He crooned, my toes curling at his praise and low-timbered voice. “Did that kid bother you?”
My fingers paused on the waistband of my sweatpants. Sean was talking about Jesse because he had made a few more remarks while I was in the backyard gardening or going out to buy groceries. Thankfully, nothing weird so far.
“No, Daddy.”
“ Good ,” he said. “If he does, I’ll tie him up and fuck you in front of him.”
My eyes widened, tingling pleasure flooding my body. “What are you saying?”
He cocked his head. “Are you telling me that you wouldn’t like that, Princess, hm ? Being pleasured and filled up by Daddy while your ex watches us? Regrets breaking up with you and treating you badly and gets turned on hearing your pretty moans and whimpers?”
My breathing turned heavier and his eyes lowered to my body. “Remove your panties, Princess.”
I had never moved so fast before. Shedding my panties, I sat on the bed again and blushed, realizing he was watching me the entire time.
“Spread your legs.”
I bit my lip and followed his gentle order.
“ More , sweet girl.”
My pulse increased. I could feel myself get wetter under his heated, piercing gaze. And the way he looked at my pussy made me want to hide my face.
“Pretty princess with a pretty cunt.” His filthy words shouldn’t have turned me on more. “Fuck, darling. You look mouthwatering. I want to lick every inch of you and eat you out.”
A moan escaped my lips, and his eyes snapped at my face when I covered my mouth.
“My Princess enjoys being eaten out, hm?” He smirked when he lowered his camera and I saw the massive bulge in his gray sweatpants. “Daddy’s cock likes that, too. I will spread you out nicely and eat you out until I’m sated.”
“ Please .”
“I know what you need, Princess,” he said. “Rub yourself for me, show me how good girls cum for their Daddy.”
I shivered when my right index finger rubbed over my clit, which was pulsing with need.
I craved him. To touch me on my small bed and kiss me.
I watched him tug down his sweats and boxers, his thick cock popping out.
I licked my lips, seeing the throbbing veins and leaking pre-cum from the tip. If only I could suck him off.
His hand stroked his cock, my fingers moving fast over my clit. “Slow down,” he whispered, his breathing turning heavier. “I want us to come together, Princess.”
I nodded, biting my lip. He told me to finger myself, and I followed his command, moaning softly as pleasure numbed my mind.
“My pretty girl,” he groaned, staring at me from the screen. “I’ve been dreaming about eating you out and fucking you.”
His confession made me whimper. “Pinch your nipples for me. Imagine me biting them. Filling your pretty cunt and biting your tits.”
His filthy words rang in my ear as I pinched my nipple. Moans escaped my lips, my back arching when two fingers filled my pussy, wishing they were his.
I was close. So fucking close just from a video call and dirty talking to Sean.
“Hold it for me, Princess,” he grunted. The sight of him was so hot, I wondered why he wasn’t a porn star. His muscles clenched when he pumped himself. His eyes were pinned on me as his cheeks slashed with color. I loved that he was as turned on as I was. Maybe even more.
I remembered how he had fucked my mouth and came all over my chest. I rubbed harder, thinking about his cock filling my mouth.
“P-please,” I moaned. “I’m so close.”
“Cum for me, Princess,” he whispered. “Make a mess for Daddy.”
I did. White fiery lust blinded me as I exploded with pleasure, my fingers rubbing over my clit and eyes pinned on his handsome face. I heard his deep groan and saw the white spurt of his seed land on his abs and chest.
My heart hammered in my ears from the orgasm. My head feeling light and heady.
Our pants echoed in the room as we both stared at each other through the screen. I felt the sudden urge to kiss him and cuddle in his arms.
“Good girl,” he said, his throat bobbing when he looked down at the mess I had made.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment when I saw a small puddle on my sheets and closed my legs.
“ Nuh-uh ,” he said, a dark edge to his voice. “Show me my pussy.”
My pussy .
I bit my lip and spread my legs. He held his phone and brought the screen closer to his face.
“Good girl on making a mess, Princess,” he said and grabbed a few tissues to clean himself. “I wish I was there to give you proper aftercare. But can you clean yourself, sweet girl?”
I nodded, hearing his soothing, deep voice. I didn’t know how, but he helped me wash up, wear fresh panties and even change the sheets. It felt like I had blinked and I was in my bed drinking water as he talked to me.
“Such a good girl,” he said, and I felt my eyes sting.
As I stared at him, I felt a sudden burn in my throat. I was going to cry.
I ended the call and stared at the blank screen with his face in my head. Sean looked so proud. As if I had won an Olympics and not just changed my sheets.
Who the heck does that? Who praises another person for just drinking water?
Not normal, sane people, right?
Tears trailed down my cheeks, and I sobbed quietly, covering my face. I jumped hearing the ringtone of my phone and stared at it until it quieted down.
Of course, he would call again.
He wasn’t like Jesse. Who never asked me if I was okay after we did anything sexual.
Not even after our first time. Not even after I said I had cramps, and we still had sex, because he coerced me into it and did it without any foreplay.
I had hated it, because he had used me, telling me he loved me.
But Sean told me he wanted to use me and then told me to drink water, or if I want, he could order me hot chocolate after making me cum from a video call.
I didn’t understand that man.
I finally picked up on his third video call. His face was hard. “What did I tell you about not answering— Princess ? No. My sweet girl, why are you crying?”
I wish I hadn’t picked up his call.
Because I was sobbing all over again from his gentle voice.