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I want to feel a man that powerful against my body as he wrings every ounce of pleasure from me. The feeling of giving up control and being at his mercy is more than I can handle.
But I don’t want a man.
I wantthatman.
Maverick Davis.
The one I’ve known for twenty-two years and is my dad.
As soon as I let the thought cross my mind, my nipples harden into taut peaks, and my panties become damp with the way my center starts to leak. I’m so fucking horny, I pick up my phone and open up Kink’d Up, a kinky website that Justina told me about. I’ve learned more about Justina in the last few weeks than the four years we’ve been friends. Like a sex club and a kink website. Where the fuck has she been hiding all of this?
It was more like she forced it on me. Lovely. She created a profile and threw my laptop at me to answer the damn questionnaires. It’s not like I have anything against it and considering everything else going on in my life, I thought, why not? Everything that’s happened has given me some introspection that I’m into certain things, willing to try others, and that my mind is much more open to things that I’ve never considered.
I open it up and start swiping through my potential matches.
Too young.
Too blonde.
Too lanky.
His profile pic is of him holding up a fish. It’s not even a big fucking fish.
No tattoos.
No facial hair.
Fuck. I close the app and toss the device back down next to me on the couch. I’m going to find something wrong or lacking with every single one of them. I know it and I accept it.
None of them are him.
I glance down at the low-cut, tight, black tank top I’m wearing with no bra, and my breasts are straining hard against the fabric.
I pick my phone back up and open up my favorite place on the internet, NSFW Twitter.
I don’t hesitate navigating to the search bar and typing in #daddykink, and immediately I’m assaulted by endless images, captions, gifs, and videos giving me exactly what I need. Maybe I can just get myself off and it’ll reset me.
Using one hand, I start scrolling as the other cups one of my large tits and pinches my nipple harshly as I watch a short video of a girl tied up to a headboard as her “dad” slowly fucks into her body as he talks about what a good girl she is.
She looks like me, in the same aspect of dark hair and green eyes, but her boobs are smaller, and she has fewer curves. If I close my eyes and just listen to the sounds, I can picture it’s me and my dad instead.
With my eyes shut and my ears open, I let the smacking sounds, grunts, and moans trail down my body with my hand until I reach the bottom hem of the black cotton skirt I threw on. Curling my hand inward, I brush against the material of my panties, feeling the sticky dampness of them.
I don’t even bother moving the material out of the way as I press the pads of two fingers to my slit before dragging them up and hitting my clit.
The need to come is too intense to prolong. I don’t want to tease myself. I want to make this quick and dirty, which is why I let my senses take over, and I start applying pressure against my bundle of nerves, picturing it's my dad playing with me.
“My good little fucking slut. You like my cock splitting you in two, don’t you? Gonna fuck you for always,” I hear from the screen and it’s my dad’s voice, and it tips me over the edge, and I feel my center contracting as my orgasm washes over me, and I drip into my panties.
My harsh pants are all I can hear, and I drop my phone, no longer concerned about the screen staying lit. I feel my body still twitching and I know it’s sensitive, but I’m a glutton for punishment as I swirl my fingers back over my hood, pressing and pinching and it doesn’t take but mere moments before another tidal wave slams into me, and I ride my climax until I’m spent.
Slumping against the back of the sofa, I try to catch my breath as I pull my hand out from beneath my skirt and bring it up to my mouth, sucking each digit for any lingering taste of myself.
That should be enough to hold me over, at least for tonight. I just need to get through dinner without feeling like a live wire. Two orgasms back-to-back have me feeling more relaxed than when I get high, and I finally feel like I can make it.
Just gonna sit here for a few more minutes before I get my ass up and grab my stuff before heading home.
I just need a little more time.
