If she only knew how much he wanted her she’d probably run away. When he got her text today his cock got so hard he had to take his jeans off. She was coming to see him. He had invited her so many times but she was finally coming. She wanted to fuck him, she wanted to be with him, she wanted to spend time with him.
He had no idea she felt this way about him. He had masturbated three times today thinking about what he would do to her in this room tonight, his room, his bed. If he was being honest he would have to say he had never cum so hard in his life than thinking about her. Now he would have her here. He couldn’t wait to see what she had in mind. He couldn’t think of anything but this throughout the entire day and evening and finally she arrived. He led her upstairs to his room, she dropped her bags, turned and he had her in his arms kissing her.
They undressed quickly, she pushed him away and got in her submissive pose and his cock jutted out angrily towards her, drawn to her on her knees, head down, hands folded, just waiting for him. His.
He approached her from behind and ran his fingers through her loose blonde curls. So soft and silky. She smelled of sweet peaches. He loved that about her. No flowers, no manufactured perfumes. Just sweet peaches always. He began braiding her hair and noticed the goose bumps begin to form on her flesh, he took the band off of his wrist and tied her long braid letting it fall against her beautiful ass crack. He couldn’t wait to lick her there. Holding her down, caressing that little divot with his tongue while she squirmed, his cock was leaking now.
He walked to his nightstand and pulled out a beautiful hammered silver collar. His footsteps echoed through the room as he approached her and he stroked around the back of her neck as he placed the collar on her. Some girls crave tiaras, some desire wedding rings, but good girls need daddy to collar them. It’s a sign of trust and devotion. It looks amazing against her Irish skin. She looks like a fairy princess. He can see the flush of a blush on her skin and knows he has done well in choosing the perfect one for her.
He turned to stand in front of her and touched a finger under her chin to raise her eyes to him. Those gorgeous grey/blue eyes. He needed to see them. He needed to know she wanted him. He needs to see that she accepts this sign of his commitment to her.
When her eyes met his he sees her light and smile that made his hips thrust towards her pink mouth and she opened swallowing him. He didn’t even mean to do it but something in those eyes hit him like a force, all he could do was watch her as he moved his hips back and forth for her his eyes never leaving hers. She didn’t touch him with anything but her mouth. She created a wet, tight space for his dick to surge in and out of and he felt free to let go. He didn’t feel as if he had to be careful with her. He went deep and gagged her, staring at those eyes watching them change with excitement when he thrust too far. She pushed her lips to his groin, her little red tongue poking under licking his balls while she deep throated him, just staying there while he humped her face in tiny thrusts and she stayed like that for a minute or so driving him mad.
He could feel his sac tightening. He was so close already. He was going to cum for her already. She suckled on the big vein along the backside of his cock nibbling gently at it, feeling it pulse on her tongue. She rubbed his dick on her cheeks and nose. She sucked each of his balls into her mouth lathering them up with her tongue, pulling them gently and popping them out of her mouth playfully. She ran her tongue under his head ridge and dipped it in his hole sucking gently at his pre cum and he lost all sense of control. He stood there staring at her bucking his hips like a teenager through his first orgasm while she swallowed every drop, eyes encouraging him to give her more. His breathing was erratic and he felt tears at the back of his eyes as she deep throated him for his last few pumps. She actually snuggled his cock in her throat. He stroked her cheek, dropped to knees, kissed her forehead, and whispered “good girl”, holding her tight.