Love You Forever Baby Girl

movie night turned sexy

I sat on the plush couch in my cabin, my heart racing with excitement and anticipation. I was watching a movie with Luke. 

The movie was a romance, one of those steamy and passionate tales of love and desire, and it was having its intended effect on me. I couldn't help but feel the heat rising in my cheeks, my body tingling with arousal, as I watched the characters on the screen kiss and touch each other with such raw emotion and passion. I glanced over at Luke, who was sitting next to me, his eyes glued to the screen, and I wondered if he was feeling the same way.

I decided to test the waters, to see if he was as turned on as I was. I scooted closer to him, my body brushing against his, and I felt him stir, his muscles tensing under my touch. I leaned my head on his shoulder, my breath hot against his neck, and I whispered, "Luke, I'm feeling so horny right now. Are you?"

He turned to me, his eyes dark and intense, and he said, "Taylor, you have no idea. You're such a tease, always tempting and teasing me, but never giving me what I want."

I smiled, my heart racing with excitement, as I said, "Well, why don't you take what you want, Daddy?"

He growled, his eyes burning with desire, as he said, "Oh, Taylor, you're such a dirty slut, always wanting your Daddy's cock. But you have to learn to wait, to be patient, to earn your reward."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, as he teased me with his tongue, exploring my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. I moaned, my body trembling with need, as he continued to torment me, his hands roaming over my body, his fingers grazing my sensitive skin.

I couldn't take it anymore, I had to have him, I had to feel him inside me. I reached down, my hand grabbing his cock through his pants, and I stroked him, my fingers moving up and down his length, feeling him grow harder and harder under my touch.

He groaned, his body shuddering with pleasure, as he said, "Fuck, Taylor, you're such a little whore, always so eager to please your Daddy. But you have to learn to control yourself, to respect my authority, to submit to my will."

He grabbed my hand, stopping me from touching him, and he said, "If you want my cock, you have to earn it, Taylor. You have to show me that you're worthy, that you're willing to do whatever it takes to please me."

I nodded, my heart pounding with excitement, as I said, "Yes, Daddy, I'll do anything, I'll be anything you want me to be, just please, give me your cock."

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with triumph, as he said, "That's my good girl, now get on your knees, Taylor, and show me how much you want me."

I did as he said, sinking to my knees in front of him, my heart racing with excitement, my body trembling with anticipation. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading, my lips parted, as I waited for him to give me what I wanted.

He leaned back, his eyes locked on mine, as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was hard and thick, already glistening with pre-cum, and I couldn't wait to taste it, to feel it in my mouth, to pleasure him in the way that he desired.

I leaned forward, my lips parted, my tongue flicking out, as I tasted the tip of his cock, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum, the feel of his hardness against my tongue. He groaned, his hands fisting in my hair, as he guided me, my mouth sliding up and down his length, my tongue swirling around his cock, my lips wrapped tightly around him.

I sucked him, hard and deep, my head bobbing up and down, my fingers playing with his balls, my other hand stroking his shaft. I could feel him getting closer, his body tensing, his breathing quickening, and I knew that he was close, so close to giving me what I wanted, to giving me the release that I craved.

But just as I thought he was going to cum, he pulled out, his cock slipping from my lips, and he said, "No, not yet, Taylor. You haven't earned it, not yet. You have to prove yourself, to show me that you're worthy, that you're my dirty slut, my little whore."

He pulled me to my feet, his hands roughly grabbing my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh, as he pushed me up against the wall of the cabin. I moaned, my body begging for more, my pussy wet and aching, as he ground his cock against me, teasing me with his hardness, his length.

He reached down, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing and teasing it, as he said, "Do you want to cum, Taylor? Do you want to feel me inside you, filling you up, making you mine?"

I nodded, my body trembling with need, my pussy clenching with anticipation, as I begged, "Yes, Daddy, please, fuck me, make me cum, make me yours."

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with triumph, as he said, "That's my good girl, now spread your legs, Taylor, and show me that tight little pussy of yours."

I did as he said, spreading my legs wide, my pussy wet and ready for him, as he pushed inside me, his cock filling me up, stretching me out, making me his. He fucked me, hard and deep, his hips thrusting, his cock driving into me, over and over again, as he claimed me, as he made me his.

I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure, my pussy clenching around him, as he fucked me, his cock hitting that spot inside me, that magical, sensitive spot that made me see stars, that made me scream with pleasure.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, as he whispered, "You're mine, Taylor, my little whore, my dirty slut. No one else can have you, no one else can touch you, you're mine, all mine."

I nodded, my body trembling with pleasure, as I said, "Yes, Daddy, I'm yours, only yours, always yours."

And with that, he fucked me harder, his hips thrusting, his cock driving into me, over and over again, as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge, as he made me cum, my orgasm ripping through me, my pussy clenching around him, as I screamed his name, as I surrendered to him, my body trembling with pleasure, my heart pounding with love and devotion.

He came inside me, his cock twitching, his cum filling me up, marking me as his, claiming me in the most primal and intimate way possible. And as we collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding, our breaths mingling, I knew that I was his, that I belonged to him, that I would always be his.

And I also knew that I would do anything for him, that I would be anything he wanted me to be, that I would submit to his will, to his authority, to his desire, as long as I could feel his cock inside me, as long as I could call him Daddy, as long as I could be his dirty slut, his little whore.

And that was our secret, our special bond, our forbidden love, a love that none of the other gods and goddesses could understand, a love that was ours and ours alone, a love that would last a lifetime.