Smut Collection

Blue💙

She had caught him watching her window from his car on the streets. They were empty.

She had started touching herself and he had started drowning in her never once moving his eyes off her. His phone started ringing and he clenched his jaw. He could care less. He was about to press decline when he saw her name.

He answered. And all he could hear is her gasping and calling out his name.

'I'm wet daddy, Fuck me daddy' followed by moans

She had her ear buds on. He could see her hands under between her thighs. Her arms across her chest fondling herself. She was wearing his shirt. (With fbi logo/ name on it)

Her moans become more rushed. All she was saying was his name in gasps. It was driving him crazy. He couldn't take it anymore

He unlatches his belt .Its already raging. He won't believe long now. He had her start squealing. He wore his earbuds and let his hand release him. She was panting in his ears. She had come. His hands were full too.

'Fuck!' he cussed out loud

Beep beep, connection ended.

He stayed there, his eyes closed head leaning on the backrest. He reached for the tissues he thanked himself he always had. Donuts and coffee spills.

(She turns to be good Baker. Was protected and treated like a princess by his father, unlike his bro. Cooking lessons, curtsey etc. Everyone had their place. Their dad had said. Their mothers was to be a trophy wife and his was to do whatever he wanted. Spoilt and innocent she was.)

He wiped himself of letting out low grunts and cusses, embarrassed by his lost of calm.

She was knocking at his window. She was still in his shirt. He opened his door instantly, not thinking twice. His blood was still rushing. The was nothing in his brain. His head and blood was elsewhere.

He looked drank and it turned her on.

She got in and got on her knees instead of sitting. He was still cleaning himself up.

'Let me do that for you daddy' she whispered

She had a towel in hand. It's was wet. It was warm.

He put one arm behind the seats he was currently on all fours on and the other on the steering and he let her get to it.

One stroke and he was up again. She hadn't come to clean. She had come to finish what she had started. He wiped up down in slow motion as she liked and moan. He clenched his jaw. He swore his teeth cracked he gripped the steering so hard it locked. He was breathing hard and it was fueling her. She ran through him quicker. The towel was out and she was all mouth. And she was all sloppy

She started sucking loudly slapping it on her tongue (she had been watching porn and reading books. She writes, his brother paints)

'Fuck' he let out a grunt and spank her. He took hold of her ass and started sliding as breaths fastened. He wanted her to feel what she was doing to him. She gasped as his fingers found her wetness. He wanted to drive her crazy. Punish her for catching him unawares. For creeping up on her. For the emotion she was raging in him. He would teach her a lesson she'd never forget.

He removed his hands from the steering and pushed it so far back he heard a creak. The sudden movement offset her. He pushed her to him. His fingers were now playing on her clit and she arched her back each time. Damn! She was a sight. And she was gasping for him on all fours. Her face on his dick. He went nuts.

His hand went into her hair and pushed her down till he was all in her. She gagged. He let her out slowly. Guiding her by her hair.

His other arm never left her wetness. She was grinding on his fingers and they dripping.