Hunger

Early in the morning, before the sun peaked above the horizon, I woke to a large, warm hand caressing my hip, leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin. Fingertips dragged slowly up my side, over the curve of my waist, and found the flesh of my left breast.

“Mmm,” I purred, stirring from sleep.

His mouth and nose nuzzled into my neck, and bristles on his chin and upper lip lightly scratched over my soft skin. I leaned back and moaned quietly as his lips and warm tongue explored the nape of my neck. Kisses and licks moved from behind my ear, down my neck and around my collarbone, causing my muscles to soften and relax.

“Good morning, baby girl,” he whispered, squeezing my breast gently, then more forcefully as moans of arousal escaped my throat.

He inhaled deeply and wrapped his arms tightly around my body, pulling me close. His cock pressed firmly against my back and I felt his heat radiating through me.

He nibbled at my ear and whispered again, “Let’s see how wet you are this morning.”

My legs, once closed and curled toward my head, fell willingly open and my hips rotated so I lay on my back, knees open wide, feet together, awaiting the imminent plunge of his long, thick fingers between my darkening, and eager labia.

“Mmm that’s a good girl,” he said, grinning.

The room, which was completely dark moments ago, now gradually showed thin streams of light, making it easier to see the broad outline of his body. He moved closer to my side and the length of his stiffened shaft pressed against me. A moment passed until I felt the warm leak of his precum on my skin and my cunt throbbed with anticipation.

“Last night you told me you were hungry…” he began.

Fingers lazily grazed the skin between my breasts and trailed down to my belly button, circling, then down further, stopping just over my mons. My breath caught as his fingers remained still, resting on my smooth, shaven mound.

“Yes Daddy, I’m always hungry for you,” I managed to say, aching for more touch.

“You’re always hungry, baby. Such a greedy little thing,” he replied, before gently tapping over the hood of my clit with firm, stiff fingers.

I gasped and instinctively lifted my hips off the bed, aching for more. I needed to feel him pressing my sensitive flesh.

“Set that ass down, and stay very still,” he commanded.

I reluctantly did as I was told, biting my lip harder than necessary, trying to control my need. I winced at the pain and relaxed my clamping jaw, breathing deeply.

“Good girl,” he said, and leaned to kiss my lips softly.

Soft kisses became deeper, lingering. Our tongues met in the middle and entwined.

“Daddy…” I began. It took every ounce of control inside of me not to buck my hips to force his hand to penetrate my dripping, throbbing pussy.

“What is it, baby girl? Are you still hungry?” he asked, biting my neck and shoulder.

“Starved, Daddy,” I replied.

My pussy was red, and ripe. The cool air against my wet lips was a stimulating contrast to the heat emanating from between my thighs. Kisses were planted softly up my shoulder, and, with more intensity, up my neck. When our lips met, I lifted my head from the pillow and smashed mine against his. He matched my hunger, biting my lower lip, and tugged for a moment before releasing.

“Push your wet cunt on to my fingers and fuck yourself. Keep your eyes on me while you do it, baby, but no cumming,” he instructed.

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied.

A broad grin stretched across his face and I immediately thrust my hips toward his fingers, enveloping them with my warm, wet tunnel, on the brink of exploding.

Daddy always makes me cum so quickly! I thought to myself. I struggled to contain my wanton need to cum so soon for him.

“Remember, no cumming, baby girl. I don’t think you know what real hunger feels like. Let’s wait a little longer,” he said, then leaned down and licked my top lip with the tip of his tongue.

I groaned and arched my back while pushing my hips down to fully surround Daddy’s fingers, searching for fingertips, desperate to make them contact my g-spot. My eyes rolled back as his two fingers reached inside and a scrape of his fingernail across the spongy tissue made my pussy burst with wetness.

Sitting up on his knees, Daddy bent over me, grabbed my hair with his free hand and turned my face toward his, saying “Look at me, baby. NO cumming yet.”

I opened my eyes and looked into his. The grip on my hair remained firm. My hips found a steady rhythm to rock up and down, and with every arch of my back, there was the deliciously wet, squishing sound of my juices flowing out, while I fucked my needy cunt on Daddy’s fingers. My moans fell into a rhythm with each thrust and my pace gradually quickened. Steady breathing became soft panting, and soon I was whimpering with the need to cum building inside me.

“That’s it, baby, keep going,” Daddy encouraged, holding his fingers very still and stiff within the throbbing walls of my aching pussy.

I continued to buck against his hand, never breaking eye contact.

“Daddy, that feels so fucking good!” I groaned.

Suddenly his thumb made contact with my swollen clit, which was very erect and projecting from its hood, and my entire body spasm. The pad of his thumb tapped against my exposed clit, softly, in sync with my thrusting.

“Ugh, Daddy, I can’t take it any longer. I need to cum so bad! Please!” I begged.

“Please what, baby?” he questioned.

“Please let me cum, Daddy. Please!” My eyes shut tight for a moment to concentrate on controlling the tidal wave waiting to crash out of me.

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers from my cunt. My walls clenched around his hand, trying to keep his fingers from leaving me completely. I felt so open and empty without his thick, wet fingers filling me.

“Not yet, baby girl,” he soothed as he dragged his wet fingers up my skin, leaving a warm, wet trail of my juices. “You’re being a very good girl, but let’s play a little longer.”

Daddy leaned down and opened my mouth with his wet fingers. I could smell my wetness and it sent a primal rush of need through me. I sucked them in, greedy to taste myself. As I sucked lustfully on his fingers, he took my left nipple into his mouth, biting, sucking, and swirling his tongue until it was stiff and I was squirming and searching to renew the friction against my aching, needy pussy. His fingers moved in and out of my mouth as he continued to torment the first nipple, before moving to the other, flicking and sucking it into his mouth until they were both so hard they hurt.

“How do you taste, baby?” he asked, as he slowly pulled his fingers from my mouth.

Drool clung to my lips and dripped down my chin.

“So good, Daddy… I need more. Please,” I pleaded.

“Do you, baby girl? You need to taste more of your sweet little cunt?” he asked playfully.

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered. “Please feed me.”

Daddy smiled, but rather than slip his fingers back into my juicy pussy, he positioned himself above me and ran the length of his hard cock up, and then down my wet slit. My frothy wetness clung to his cock as he pulled it away from my needy cunt.

“Sit up,” he ordered.

I sat up and was greeted by his thick, hard shaft before my eyes.

“Suck on it, baby girl. Tell me how it tastes,” he said, running his fingers through my hair and holding it back from my face.

Licking my lips, I opened my mouth wide to take Daddy’s cock. My hands rested on his thighs and my lips met the tip. The sweet and salty warmth of precum on my lips and tongue made me so hungry. Moaning, my tongue swirled around the soft tip and flicked into the eye of daddy’s cock. Pre-cum oozed onto my tongue and I moaned as I sucked gently, tasting every drop that flowed out. My eyes never left his as I drank in the tasty liquid he had made just for me.

The grip Daddy had in my hair tightened as I moved my mouth further down his shaft and he pushed me gently over his full length.

“That’s it, baby girl. Suck on Daddy’s cock now,” he whispered sweetly.

My eyes never left his. I licked and sucked Daddy’s cock up and down. Whenever I pulled off his hard shaft it would bounce back into my face. I ran my cheeks and lips against the hot and rigid rod, holding it firmly with one hand so I could sink lower to taste his balls. I sucked each into my mouth individually, then, with some difficulty, together. His thighs stiffened and he pushed my face against his sack as I sucked.

“Mmm… my greedy little girl… I love hearing you moan while you suck on me, baby,” he praised.

He gripped the back of my head and repositioned to slide his cock back into my mouth.

“Who does this mouth belong to?” he asked.

“You, Daddy,” I replied.

“Good girl. Open wide baby girl.” Before slipping back into my mouth, he grasped his hard shaft and slapped it against my lips.

“Touch your needy cunt while you suck on my cock, baby,” Daddy grinned, and then quickly slipped his length into my mouth.

I moved my right hand from his thigh to my pussy and sighed with relief as my fingertips found my swollen clit. My throat opened and my body relaxed into my touch; the tip of Daddy’s cock slipped deeper into my throat. He groaned with delight and slowly pulled his cock out, holding the base with his right hand, my hair with his left. A string of saliva connected my tongue to the tip. I stretched my tongue out as far as I could to reach him, but Daddy pulled away and spanked my cheeks and mouth with the tip. It oozed more precum and smeared a glistening coating on my lips and face.

“So needy. Such a good little slut for Daddy, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy. I love being a good little slut for you,” I answered.

I opened my legs as wide as possible, enjoying the feel of my fingers teasing my pussy as I sucked on Daddy’s throbbing, rock hard cock. My index and middle finger rubbed and tugged on my clit at a feverish pace as I took him as deep as I could before feeling the need to gag. Tears began to roll from my eyes; I pulled my head away to take a breath. My mouth popped off his cock and I started panting, spit shining on my chin and dripping on my chest. I never stopped working my fingers over and around my clit.