*SMUT! SMUT!*
Fu.cking you, and fighting on, it's our paradise and it's our war zone.
"Hey, Abilene?" my dad said sitting on the couch with me. "Isn't that Niall?"
"Oh yeah it is! He's so lucky." I pulled out my phone to text Niall about the Australian Open.
"He's rooting for Djokovic."
"Not in my world he's not."
Me: you better not be rooting on novak.
Niall: Haha. Why?
Me: barbaric guy.
Me: he beat my baby, nadal, and he was acting barbaric.
Niall: baby all he did was win.
Me: tell him to chill on the barbaric-ness.
Niall: Will do.
Me: get off your phone they are zooming in on you.
Niall: ...
Me: I WANT TO WATCH THE MATCH NOT NIALLS FACE.
Me: TELL THEM TO GO AWAY
Niall: Baby girl.
Me: huh
Niall: The match is ending, I'm calling you later.
Uh oh.
__ (2 hours later)__
My parents had went out to dinner and I was all alone. Currently finished watching the new Bones (again). I can't help it. It's such a good show.
I put on "PILLOWTALK" and hummed along to the lyrics.
"So we'll piss off the neighbors, in a place that feels the tears, the place you loose your fears.
Reckless behavior. A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw." Soon, I was full on dancing to the beat.
Just as the beat was about to drop, my phone rang just as I was getting my groove on. It's probably my parents or something. They always wreck my groove.
Calling: Niall Whoran
The time has come. I picked up the phone "Hello?"
"Abilene," his voice was scratchy and deep.
"Niall are you alright?" I heard sighs in the background
"Kitten, you gotta help me."
"With what?"
"Oh babygirl, I've missed you so much. The way you form around my c.ock." I took a sharp intake of air due to his vulgar words.
"Are you okay, Niall?"
"Daddy. It's daddy." Sh.it. Why is this turning me on?
"Okay, daddy."
"What are you wearing, baby?" Yikes. I was wearing sweats. I put the phone on mute and changed into the lingerie Brandon bought me. I told him I would never use it but he was right. It was like a basthing suit with a zipper in the front.
"I don't know daddy, maybe you could see for yourself." He grumbled and soon connected to FaceTime.
His face was sweaty and he was shirtless. His tip just making it into the frame slightly. We made eye contact.
"Oh Babygirl, you look so beautiful." His hand was moving slowly up and down his shaft.
My hands went down my body and his eyes widened as they reached closer to my center."Do I have permission, Daddy? Should I help you get off?" He nodded
My hand entered my panties and moved in a circular motion around my core.
"Fu.ck." he whispered "Take off your clothes baby, I want to see you."
I unclasped my bra and slowly took off my underwear. "Holy Sh.it."
My hand moved faster around my core as I remembered what Niall does. "That's it, baby. Finger yourself, okay baby?"
"Niall, I--"
"Daddy." He interrupted "And I'll talk you through it." I nodded.
"Pump your fingers babygirl. Touch yourself. Don't be scared." He instructed as the pleasure came waving in. Niall's fingers were calloused and warm. Mine were rough and cold.
"Fu.cking Sh.it." He cursed as his erection grew and so did his hand movements. "That's it baby."
I moaned and he swore under his breath.
"You drive me crazy, kitten."
"Daddy I think I'm--"
"Come, babygirl." I released and lied down on the bed, exhausted. "I'm going to go get cleaned up." I said before dashing away.
I cleaned up and came back but he was gone with a single text message saying "I had to go." Jerk. SO why not tease him?
I pushed my breast together and put my hand over my nipples in one photo and my hand over my vag.ina in another.
Me: Attachment 2 photos. why'd you go so soon, daddy?
He deserved it.
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