Short Erotic Stories

Part Two

    My eyes flick to his hand as it travels up the inner of my thigh before looking to the side of his head. He's paying my glance no attention, his pupils never leave the TV screen, though I know that's not what his mind is on. I squint at his profile and look back at his hand right before it trails up closer to my heated core. I clench my insides when his fingers grip my thigh tightly. That's it.

   I swing my leg around his waist and grab the remote from him. I click the tv off and fling the remote behind me making a loud bang as it hits the hard wood floor. "The hell was that about?" Kyle questions me before a mischievous smile cracks over his face.

   "You know damn well what that was about, dumbass," I joke with him before gripping the bottom of his shirt and forcing his arms up with the fabric. He gives in quickly and pulls it the rest of the way off and tosses it to the side of the couch. I remove my shorts while he takes off his sweats. I reposition myself over his hips and place my hands on the back of the couch. We glance up at each other as I sit down on his throbbing member. His teeth claim his bottom lip before exhaling a soft breath that fans my collar bone. I let my chin tip back slightly when his fingers creep around my thighs to hold onto my butt. I breath out at his tight grip and he pulls my hips closer to him. I bite my lip and moan when he pushes himself deeper inside my tightness. I rock my waist forwards and he grumbles low in his throat before he presses his lips to my neck. My hands find their way into his hair and I softly tug at it. He kisses me along my collar bone, sucking and licking his way up my neck. His tongue sneaks out and makes its way up to my ear lobe. Barring his teeth, he clamps down on it, causing me to squirm, pushing him deeper into me. Kyle bites my jaw softly at first but when my nails dig into his back, that's where his tenderness ceases.

   "Stand up, Nicole," he tells me in a deep tone. A heat wave washes over me at the sound of my own name and I stand up without even thinking about it. Not bothering to give me any further orders he proceeds to push me into whatever position he pleases. His hands trail up my body before both of them grip my wrists and force my hands against the wall so that I'm bent over for him. Completely taking me off guard, he grips the inside of my legs, briefly lifting me off the floor, and spreads them. He presses his hot hand on my lower back making it arch as he pushes into me.

   "Kyle," I moan at the feeling of him. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to concentrate on not exploding prematurely.

   "Tell me what you want, Nicole," his tone is almost threatening and makes my stomach flutter because of the mood I know he's in.

   "I want you," I beg him honestly. My hands are no longer splayed on the wall, I bunched them up a long time ago in hope of relieving some of this building pressure. He apparently wasn't pleased with my answer because a hard slap connects with my right butt cheek, causing me to let out a squeal.

   "Let's try that again," he starts by pulling the hair out of my face and turning his body so he can look at my eyes. "Tell me what you want, Nicole."

   I moan at the sound of his voice and try to push my body back into his but he doesn't let me. I let out a frustrated cry. "Pound me," I tell him desperately.

   "How hard?" He questions in an eerily quiet voice that sends shivers up my spine. His hand keeps rubbing up my back and down again and I can't take it.

   "Really hard, I want you to spank me and touch me everywhere, please," I tell him as clear as I possibly can with his hardness stretching my little body.

   "Who do you belong to?" Kyle asks me before finally thrusting into me.

   I groan with so much pleasure, my voice shakes when I say, "My Daddy." He moans at that and it makes me wetter than before.

   "And who's that?" He taunts me.

   "You," I pant through his hard thrusts. I let out a loud moan when his pace quickens. "Uh, God, you're my Daddy." I can feel one of his hands touch my clit and I groan so loud that it echoes throughout our house. Suddenly, his hand stops touching me and my first reaction is to get frustrated; but when a swift slap meets my clit, I can't help but let it all out. "Ah! Yes, yes. Do that again!" I tell him. He does it again and I gasp at the pleasure. "Oh, baby, yes."

   His thrusts come hard and fast and I have to press my hands against the wall so I don't fall over. I can hear his body slapping against mine and the sound of our breathing mixing together just encourages us farther. I slightly whine when he pounds into me again because I'm clenching him so tightly. His breathing becomes ragged and I pull my body up so that his hands can roam my torso. He takes full advantage and slides a hand up the middle of my body until it reaches my neck. I breathe out a moan and he slaps my clit again. "Oh, fuck yes," I chant, swinging a hand back so I can feel his hip pushing into me. "Ah," I drag the moan out and let my release claim me. Kyle follows closely behind me, gripping my hips with both hands and pulling me back into him tirelessly once more. He groans softly behind me as he pours himself into me.

   Only after our breathing has calmed somewhat, does he pull out of me, making me wince at the motion. Tapping my ass softly he jokingly says, "Who's your Daddy?"

   I smirk at him and snort, "Definitely you."