“All This Time Talking We Could Be Fucking”

“Hurry up!” she says, looking over her shoulder at me behind her, anticipating my approach. She is naked on the bed, her knees tucked up under her, her arms stretched out in front of her, her ass up in the air.

“I am,” I say, as I get on my knees next to the bed. I’m dressed in my suit. I shoot a quick glance over at the clock on the nightstand and then look at her glistening pussy and ass before me. I stretch out my tongue and ever-so-gently touch it right where she likes it. She immediately moans. I pull back and ask, “Where do you want it more — ass or puss?”

“Yes,” she says.

In I plunge, going back and forth from one to the other. As I do so, she raises her ass higher in the air. Her right hand reaches down between her legs and rubs her clit a little. I pull back just enough to look at her. She takes one of her pussy lips between her thumb and index finger and pulls it, stretches it, and groans. Then she takes her other pussy lip in the same manner. They hang, extended, before me. I go in again, deeper, harder.

“Fuck my ass with your tongue,” she commands.

I obey.

She cums.

She flips over and spreads her pussy. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

“Lo,” I say, “we have to be at the wedding in twenty minutes!”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Pull out your cock and feed it to me.”

“Lo, I want to, but I’m dressed. You’re the one who took an hour in the shower.”

“It’s not my fault that the water pressure in this hotel and the hand-held showerhead are just right for. . .”

I didn’t let her complete her sentence before I said, “But it is your fault that you jilled it in the shower — three times!”

“I was just getting warmed up.”

“And I just made you cum again!”

“Don’t look at me like that was completely for my benefit. You wanted to.”

“I admit that, but it’s time to go now.”

“Daddy, I need your hard, stiff cock. Fill me up,” she says as she begins fingering herself. “All this time talking we could be fucking.”

Realizing that any further objection would just prolong the inevitable and make us even more late, I capitulate. I should have known that after four orgasms, she would take under a minute to cum when penetrated. Within seconds of her final orgasmic groans, I pull away, but her legs and arms hold me in place.

“Daddy, I want you to cum,” she whispers in my ear.

“Lo,” I begin to protest.

“Daddy, I want you to cum inside me. I want your cum, Daddy. I want to feel you explode in me and then I want to feel you leak into my panties today. I want to feel you drip down my thigh. I want to smell you on me. Give me your cum, Daddy.”

Her words alone are enough to arouse my erogenous thoughts to climax.

“Yeah, Daddy. That’s it. Unload in me,” she encourages.

[Excerpt from the story, “The Bare Essentials,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]

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