“I’m sorry, Daddy. I need you to take those bad thoughts away.”
“Then tell me what you want, Holly. Be a good girl and say it.”
I look him right in the eyes.
“I want your cock inside me, Daddy. I want you to make me squeal the way Stuart said he would. His cock wasn’t big at all. But you fill me up, Daddy. I know how big you are. I know you can make me squeal.” I move my hands from underneath me now, both of them roving tentatively up his tie. “Please, Daddy. I’ve been so good.”
“Yes, sweetheart, you have.”
I’m speechless when he hoists me from the breakfast stool, lifting me up so my legs can wrap around his waist. He takes my seat, dropping me onto his lap with a thump, and it’s a scramble as both of us go for his belt, both of us frantic to get his cock free.
What a welcome sight when it appears. His gorgeous solid rod, with the veins I’m coming to know so well, popping as they throb.
I don’t bother struggling with my panties, just tug them to the side and lower myself onto my daddy’s hard dick, moaning as I sink all the way down.
This is no pretending, my lust is all for real.
He helps me bounce, gripping my ass cheeks as I ride to a trot, up and down, up and down, up and down. This is off script, nothing but feral want as I use his suited shoulders for leverage.
Yes. Holly needs her amazing daddy.
I kiss him deep, showing him how much I’ve missed him. How much I respect him. How much this filthy play means to a dirty princess like me.
He kisses me back like I’m his world. His precious prodigy in a college uniform. The apple of his eye.
“Daddy,” I moan as I pick up speed. “Oh, Daddy, you’re going to make me come. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.”
“Take what you need, sweetheart. Take it all.”
He grips my hips and pumps into me so fast it makes my tits bounce and my clit scream.
“Oh, Daddy. Ohhhhhh…”
“Squeal for me, dirty girl,” he says and that’s not a fucking problem.
I can see the strain etched on his face as he holds back his own climax until I’m over the edge first. I’m panting, and whimpering, gripping his shoulders and practically screaming as he pistons into me and my clit fucking explodes.
“Fuck,” he says and slams into me again and again and I feel every spasm of his thick cock as he unloads.
It’s absolutely fucking amazing.
Absence sure makes the pussy grow fonder.
I wrap my arms around Daddy’s shoulders, resting against him with his cock still inside me as we catch our breaths together. I smile against his neck, giggling in the come down, because Jesus Christ, Daddy is a superstar.
“Thank you,” I whisper in his ear. “I was thinking about that all the way home.”
“I’ve been thinking about you a great deal, Holly. That lack of restraint was somewhat unavoidable on my part.”
“Mine, too.”
He kisses my head before giving my ass a playful slap, then lifts me slowly from his cock, and I bite my bottom lip, loving his smile as his cock pops out of me.
“Let’s check on that casserole, shall we. We could do with a decent meal after that workout.”
“Yeah, we could. I’m starving and it smells delicious.”
I have such an easiness around Daddy now. There is nothing false in the way I grin at him across the kitchen, and nothing weird when I sip my juice and watch him preparing dinner. Fair play to him, he’s a good chef. No wonder Daddy’s casserole is his little girl’s favourite.
