When passions rise and his intent is clear, I usually lose the power of speech. I want to feel everything but I don’t want to talk about it.
As soon as he pulled the sheet off our bodies, I knew where this was headed. I backed up towards his pelvis, angling my cunt for him…ready and willing. He, of course, had other ideas.
He pulled my leg over his, exposing my body. The cool air kissing damp heat. I tried to pull away.
“I just want your cock, Daddy! That’s all. Nothing else is needed here.”
“What did you say?” His tone told me he was more curious than annoyed. “Do you want something, babygirl?”
Aw fuck, he was going to make me say it again. Where it had come from the first time, I don’t really know.
“I want your cock, Daddy.” I buried my face in the pillow as if it could swallow my words.
He forced a quick orgasm before pulling me into the familiar and favored position.
“Are you my cockslut, girl?”
I whimpered.
“Girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. Yes!” I wiggled my hips, a silent plea to get on with it. If I demanded it, he’d only make me wait longer, but the need was too urgent.
He slid his cock into my cunt and we both sighed with pleasure. As he pulled back, I braced myself for the familiar thrust.
Nothing.
“Daddy!”
“Is this what you want?” He thrust in hard enough to take my breath away.
Then again.
Pull out. Wait.
“Daddy!”
A hard thrust that rocked my body inside and out.
“YAS!” With each powerful stroke, I gasped, then moaned with pleasure.
“Do you still want my cock?”
I whimpered my agreement, nodded my head, pushed my hips back, anything to let him know just how badly I wanted it even as he knocked the air out of my lungs with each thrust.
Later, as I walked to the bathroom with sticky fluid dripping down my thigh, I heard the smirk, thick in his voice, as he remarked, “You should tell me you want my cock more often, babygirl.”
Clearly I should.
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See good things do happen when you use your words babygirl
This is true. I may have to do that again. 😉
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This story only reinforces the concept that one can never hope to get that which she/he doesn’t ask for! Good for you, Kayla!
So very true!
We are ALL glad you used your words! Phew!
I’m sure you see the irony of how fluidly your words come onto the ‘page’, but how you struggle to ask for what you want … perhaps we can’t have it both ways?! Thanks for sharing.
Oh yes, I’ve noticed that since I started writing on a regular basis. I’m muuuuuch better at putting the words on paper or a screen instead of saying it out loud. But with JB’s help, I’ve gotten a lot better. 🙂
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Asking for what you want, something I definitely struggle with, can bring great rewards though
Mollyx
Which, of course, is why they insist we do it, lol.
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I’m not good at asking either, but such yummy things happen when I manage it.
Exactly! You’d think we’d do it more often!
I’d love to figure out how to overcome my shyness and be able to ask or demand, either is fine. It’s that feeling of being judged that stops me and leaves you feeling unsure if you should act upon it. I’d love to know how y’all overcame that.
Bu the way, just read Stroke for Stroke, before this, both were hot. Nice to finally read something of yours Kayla.
It was mostly time and trust. He encouraged me and (sometimes) Dom-ed me into using my words (which I find hot, even when it’s also uncomfortable). It’s been a slow transition, and sometimes I still struggle, but we work through it. But knowing I’m safe with him and he never judges anything I say or do is a big part of it.