One Shots H.S.

Daddy

I sat at home impatiently waiting for my boyfriend Harry to finally get home after a long day of recording at the studio.

I kept looking for something to distract me from the fact that I kept getting incredibly hornier by the second, but nothing seemed to hold my interest for long, as I felt my body start to burn up with want, craving physical contact and release.

Wetness was pooling in my panties just picturing Harry’s tall muscular frame walking through the door later. We had been together for a year now, but still to this day the mere sight of him was enough to get me all hot and bothered.

His deep emerald eyes, his plump, lusciously talented lips, the broad muscles in his back, powerful arms adorned with tattoos, his strong chest and chiseled abs which all led down to those V lines that were built for sin; the way they flexed and rolled controlling the movements of that thick, juicy cock of his…I tortured myself with these thoughts, craving his body so much, it was driving me crazy.

As I visualized Harry in my mind, I started to feel a pulsing and wetness invading my panties. My hands began to trail down absentmindedly, starting at my neck, passing over my chest, only covered in Harry’s Rolling Stones t-shirt.

My fingers briefly caught on my hard, sensitive nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from my lips, I slid lower down to my abdomen and grasped the hem of the t-shirt in my fingers, I slowly lifted the fabric, bunching it on the tops of my breasts, exposing my chest, then I began to palm and tweak my nipples teasingly.

I didn’t want to touch myself down there just yet because I wanted to save Harry that electric first touch, which I knew would be so much better the longer I held off, however, I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together a little, chasing the small release that mild pressure provided.

I noticed the wetness starting to trail down my quivering thighs and I clenched and let a soft moan escape my lips, I closed my eyes and tilted my chin towards the ceiling.

Then I heard it, that deep raspy voice positively dripping with lust coming from the corner of the room. “Mmmm baby…I hope you were a good girl for me and didn’t touch that sweet little püssy yet”

My eyes suddenly shot open and I took in the sight of Harry’s lusty smirk, his shirt was already off, his hard tatted up torso on display for me, my eyes lowered and I spotted his heavy bulge protruding through his tight pants.

I swallowed and tried to steady my breathing as I spoke softly “No Daddy, this püssy belongs to you alone, I’ve been holding off for you to do whatever you want to it”

Harry groaned deeply and palmed his erection as he slowly walked towards the couch where I sat, looking me in the eye. “Such a good little girl for me, you must be so wet baby, let me reward you for being so good” he said as he leaned over me, he cupped my jaw with his right hand and trailed light circles with his thumb on my cheek as he kissed me.

His silky lips trapped my lower lip and he moaned into the kiss, his hard length nudged my thigh, letting me know he was probably just as horny as I was.

His left hand groped my breasts as we continued to make out passionately, after sensing my desperation he started to trail his mouth lower, kissing my neck, collarbone and finally my hard nipples. He suckled each pink bud into the warmth of his mouth and pulled back letting them snap back into place. “Uhmmm…that feels incredible Daddy” I gasped.

He looked up at me with his famous smirk and quickly pressed his lips to mine before saying, “How would you like to feel that down here?” he said grazing his thumbnail over my soaked panties, making me shiver. “I’d love it” I answered him. “You’ll see, it’ll be worth the wait when I’m making out with your sweet püssy, I’m gonna make you cum and squirt, and get you all ready for this big cock…god, I can’t wait to taste you baby girl”