Say My Name: A Niall Horan Daddy Kink

He Loved Me For Me

At 28 years old, Amanda was coming more surprised at how many men had passed her by. Childless and at the peak of her career, she wondered if someone would pick her.

Just her.

Most men wanted a young, vibrant and innocent girl. Amanda wasn't any of those. She was a bit experienced and passed the immature side. Yet she still was immature in ways, but she hoped that it wouldn't put a damper on finding Mr. Right.

He was out there and waiting. The One. Her knight in shining armour. The man that would take care of her in those lonely times. The one that would give her what she wanted and needed. Her heart ached and it made her tear up a bit.

Most people her age were either in a relationship, in a relationship with a child, engaged or married and/or married with a child. Happily married. Her heart ached at the word. Married. A husband. A baby. Love. Getting the same man every night. Every. night. Amanda needed that. She wanted that. And badly. She fell alseep with those thoughts in her brain.

*Vivid Dreaming* Amanda..... a voice echoed. I've been waiting for you. Oh, my princess. I've been needing and wanting you. My body aches for your touch. The voice moaned. Amanda stirred with the bits of the dream. I-I- need you to- to-

I awoke with a start. I was hot and wet. I looked between my legs. I touched my pajama pants. Shit, I thought. I woke up horny. Dammit. What's wrong with me? I got up and grabbed a few towels and went to the shower. I turned on the hot then the cold to get the right temperature. Then I hopped in.

My mind wandered again. I-I need you. Amanda. It was those words. A voice that had a- What was it? An accent? Yes, an accent. That rough, sensual voice. Oh, I wished I could pinpoint whom it was. I knew it was a male. Probably someone I knew or heard before. Well, probably one that I hadn't met yet?

I'd would have to wait and find out...