Addicted to your Cock

I have to admit something
Before we even start
Before you claim me
Before you collar me
You must know I am addicted to your cock
You find that hard to believe don't you
Since I haven't laid eyes on you
But I am just the same
I think about you
As your pants slip down
Your cock exposed to the air
Stretching forward
Getting hard under my gaze
Reaching towards my body
My hands
My mouth
And before my eyes even process the image
My mouth has begun watering
My legs have parted slightly
My tongue almost instinctively has begin to trace
The tip
The sensitive head
Of your cock
I know how silly it sounds
To be addicted to one small part of you
Well, maybe not so small
However just the same
I am
When I stretch out into my bed
At the end of the day
Closing my eyes
My brain settling
Your cock comes to mind
Kneeling at your feet
Mouth open wide
Willing
Wanting
Needing to be filled by you
The sensation as the head crosses my lips
Spreading my mouth wider
As you push in
Slowly
Deliberately
To the back of my throat
Just pausing
Remaining still while I am forced to take a deep breath finally through my nose
For being so full of your cock
Your hand at the back of my head, holding me still
As you gently
Then not so gently
Fuck my eager mouth
A thought that helps me drift to sleep
And yet sometimes I wake
Imagining the feeling of it against my backside
Aware it is....awake and wanting
And sleepily I press back
My wetness accumulating as I feel your hardness
Pushing
Demanding
Entry into my pussy
As you wrap your arms around me
Pulling me down, burying yourself deeply into me
Until all I can feel is myself stretched to you
All I can feel is the way my body opens to you
Clings to you
My muscles tightening if only to keep you inside
For just
One
More
Second
And then there are mornings like today
Where I lay in bed
Tormented by the longing
Wishing you were here
Before me
So I could just lay with my head on your lap
Sucking
Nibbling
Draining your cock
Over and over
Tasting you all day
Suckling from you
Only to begin all over again
Your hair twisted around your hand
Much like a handle
Surrendering my mouth to be enjoyed
Used
For your every satisfaction
My tongue tracing
Teasing
Running down your shaft, tracing below
Then up again
Dancing along the tip and the ridge right below
Hearing your moans
Small gasps
Feeling the tightening of your belly while my head lays still
Your hips pushing forth
Deeper
Filling my mouth again and again
The salty
Creamy
Warm
Prize for being your good girl
I can't seem to stop thinking about your cock
And that is why I think it is an addiction Daddy
And I felt obligated to tell you