She Invites, I Devour

The walk after drinks was short—

five minutes, maybe ten—

but every step stretched forever.

Her body trembled beside me,

toy vibration as per my thumb.

I was fucking her already,

Mind and her needy little pussy

Each press sent her giggling, gasping,

“Daddy—Oh my fucking God,”

her knees buckling,

her breath catching,

mini orgasms spilling from her like secrets.

Yes, we are a SINFUL secret.

She could barely walk straight,

a slutty stumble in shoes,

and I loved watching her break 

for me in public shadows.

We reached her building.
She pulled me into the elevator,
third floor lit like destiny.
The doors closed,
and the ache detonated.
Hands grabbing,
Mouths colliding,
a kiss that was weeks overdue.

Hungry, violent,
wet with pent-up lust.
Her nails dug my back,
my hands grabbed her ass,
our moans echoing in the mirrored box.

Her whisper, dripping sin:
“Daddy… Come with me.”
(She did forgot i was a stranger)

At her door, it unlock

she didn’t knock, didn’t pause—

just pulled me inside,

and the lock clicked shut behind us.

we Kissed again

I grabbed her throat from behind,

a firm choke,

her body pinned to mine.

My other hand slid inside her dress,

squeezing her tits,

feeling lace dig into my palm.

My growl at her ear:

“Now Daddy’s in control.”

She moved slow to the kitchen,
and with a brat’s smirk
she bent over the counter.
Looked back at me—
hair falling wild,
eyes daring,
pussy dripping.

“Fuck me, Daddy,
I’m all yours.”

Not yet.
I lifted her dress,

Saw the vibrating bullet destroying her clit.

Hand landing heavy on her ass.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Sharp smacks,
her body jolting,
her moans splitting the air.
Every bratty text she sent me—
paid for in red, stinging skin.
She whimpered,
but she knew it was earned.

I lifted her onto the counter,

turned her 180 like my fucktoy,

spread her open on marble.

The toy slid out—

soaked, messy, humming with her ache.

Her pussy glistened,

dripping down the stone,

begging for my mouth.

I sat on the bar stool,

eyes locked on her slutty face.

“Open wide, Baby girl"

"Spread is nice, Honey"

"Daddy’s hungry.”

My tongue devoured her.
Long strokes, fast flicks,
every inch of her clit worshipped,
my mouth drowning in her taste.
Her scream hit the kitchen walls,
orgasms crashing over her body
like waves breaking.

“Daddy—Fuck, Daddy—I can’t—
I’m Cumming...”

Her thighs shook,
her pussy flooded,
and I just kept eating.
juicy Ten minutes,
a storm of tongue and lips,
drinking every drop.

When she collapsed back,
I shoved two fingers inside,
then deeper,
curling, shaking,
stretching her open
while she wailed beneath me.
I stared at her face—
a slut unravelling—
as I finger-fucked her raw.
Her body convulsed,
her back arched,
and then—
the gush.

She squirted, screaming,
liquid spilling everywhere,
dripping off the counter,
wetting the floor.

I kept pumping,
vigorous, merciless,
her moans breaking into cries,
her orgasm tearing her apart
until she went limp,
a soaked, used mess.

She lay spread out,
panting, ruined,
her pussy still twitching.
My fingers glistened with her cum.
Her eyes half-closed,
cheeks flushed,
hair plastered to her face.
She looked at me,
a grin curling,
a brat still hiding somewhere inside.

“Prosecco, Daddy?”

I kissed 

Carried her

Said Yes

Because, I knew

The night was just beginning.