He pushed me down so I was lying flat on the countertop. He pulled down my pants and underwear to set free my cock. He looked at it in triumph. Like he'd claimed a prize. He took me into his mouth and began bopping his head.
"Daddy," I whined as his mouth was on my hard throbbing cock. His tongue vibrated around it sending waves of pleasure through me. But I needed more. "I want you in me."
He looked up at me with a primal look in his eyes. He smiled up at me maliciously. He lifted off of me and wiped his mouth. He scooped me up off the countertop and held me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him.
He walked us into my room and threw me down onto my bed. He began stripping me and descended on to the bed. He hovered over me and moved his head closer to me so that our lips were barely touching. "I'm going to destroy you." He whispered before our lips connected once again.
I woke up in sweats in the dead of night in the position I was in. Mitch wasn't at my room this time so I must not have made noise. Something was weird though. I looked under my blankets. My cock was raised and throbbing. I touched it and it was sensitive.
I needed relief but I wanted Scott to do it. He knew what to do to make me feel good. But he wasn't here. All I had was my hand. I'd never done this to myself before.
I took my cock into my hand and began stroking it. I took it slow and steady bringing my hand up and down. I closed my eyes and imagined Scott doing it. How his hand would hold it just right. How he'd stroke it so smoothly. How he'd kiss me all over while he did it. "Daddy," I moaned out as I stroked it.
My pace began to increase as the desire to release grew. I increased my pace as I stroked. The pleasure to my cock was overwhelming. I wanted Scott here to just do it all to me, but he wasn't, so I had to imagine it.
I imagined his hands all over me. His lips on my neck. His hips pressed up against mine, the feel of his throbbing cock against mine. Him, whispering things he'd do to me in my ear, turning me on. Everything I craved.
I increased my pace once more. "Daddy," I moaned out again. I could feel myself reaching my peak. I imagined what'd he'd do if I was coming. He'd put his mouth on my cock till I came. I imagined it all. His skilled tongue on my pleading arousal.
My load shot into my hand as I released. I shuddered due to all the pleasure. I grabbed a tissue and wiped my hand clean. I was panting for breath.
That was the first time I had ever done anything like that and it felt amazing.
I brought out my phone and without thinking, took a picture of my cock and sent it to Scott.
This is what happens when I think of you.
As I put my phone down, it vibrated.
You should think about me more often, baby
girl.
I blushed as I read his message. I put my phone back down and closed my eyes to go back to sleep. To hopefully dream about him again.
