SINFULLY WRONG
- Awestricken1
- Dec 11, 2018
- 3 min read
This was wrong. So wrong. Yet I couldn't keep myself away from him long. I craved his hands on me, his heated touch, his dirty words. Which is how I’d gotten myself into this position. The other woman, his dark liaison. It was wrong yet the thrill of us getting caught only heightened the experience.
We’d started chatting on social media and it soon turned into something more, something palpable, a feeling of belonging to him. I wanted to be his. I needed it. Now here I was, bent over his desk, his hands electrifying as they squeezed my ass. My pussy aching for him, drenching my panties. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. A married man, a restless soul, a man I couldn’t keep myself away from.
Please don’t think ill of me. I tried. I swear I did. But he was like a magnet that dragged me into its grasp and didn’t let go. I didn’t want to let go. His voice, rumbled through my body sending a chill down my spine as he tugged on my hair and swatted at my ass. Purring, I swivelled the lush globes along his hard erection, moaning as I got to feel how excited I made him.
God, his cock. How I craved it, yearned it for it, imagined it sinking into me night after night. Getting myself off as I thought of him, of our sin. And now it was mine. Now I was going to get what I wanted the most.
“Bend over little girl, Daddy wants his treat.”
“Ohhh, yes,” I breathed and arched back into him as he nipped at my throat. He chuckled and my pussy quivered.
“Needy for Daddy?”
“Uh-huh.”
His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing and fondling them as he continued to talk to me, arousing me with his words.
“Daddy wants you too, baby girl. He wants his little girl so badly.”
I whimpered as he tweaked the tips of my nipples, making me shudder against him. Cupping them, he pulled on the tips making my body jolt from the pleasure and pain.
He hummed in approval as I called out his name.
He licked and nibbled on my collarbone as he swiftly guided the straps of my dress down my shoulders. Biting my flesh as he went. Undressing me so slowly I wanted to scream from the sexual frustration. But at the same time I didn’t want him to stop. I’d never been worshipped before and I loved every second of it as melted into his hands.
He tugged down on the zipper of my dress ever so slowly, lighting up every cell in my body. He slightly tugged on the material until the dress pooled at my feet. My plush tits exposed and my ass bared, only for his eyes. His alone.
“So beautiful,” he whispered and let his tongue drag up the side of my neck until he was sucking on my earlobe, while another hand roamed down across my belly.
“Is my little girl wet for Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” my hands landed on his thighs, fisting the material of his pant legs as his fingers slid through my wet slit.
“Fuck, so wet for me. My horny little girl. So smooth, like wet velvet for Daddy. Daddy’s going to destroy this sweet pussy, little girl. I'mgonna make you beg. I’m gonna make you mine.”
“Nnngh,” I moaned as he stroked my slickened cunny. His finger rimming my entrance, making me tremble in his arms.
“I bet this pussy needs a cock,” his middle finger circled my clit and I mewled desperately in his arms.
“Tell me, whose cock do you want?”
“Yours,” I whispered. The words barely leaving me lips when his hand came up, slapping at my cunt. The sting made me bow back, opening my thighs wider for him.
“Whose?” He growled biting my earlobe.
“Daddy’s,” I whispered again and again he spanked my pussy.
“Again,” he seethed against my neck.
“Daddy’s!”
“Louder!”
His spanking made my legs give out, so he sat himself down in his leather chair and dragged me down with him. I was faced forward on his lap, his chest bare, his cock out from the confines of his slacks, my wet pussy sliding along his thickness, the veins pulsing, the shaft twitching as I swivelled my hips gliding my wetness all over it, while his fingers kept flicking my clit and spanking it.
“Say it again! Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?”
“Oh! Yes! You Daddy! I belong to you!” I cried out as his fingers began a frenzied non-stop rhythm on my clit and my hips leapt forward as the exquisite sensation made me arch back. My legs lifted, my toes curled and a gargled scream of ecstasy escaped my lips as Daddy took me through my first orgasm.
To be continued…
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