WANT ME LIKE I WANT YOU

December 19th, 2024

~Lilian~

It was so vivid, too real for a dream.

My panties were soaking wet.

My orgasm was over the roof.

The sight of the glittery night sky framed the world outside the window.

I wasn't blacked out for too long, I guess

Sonia's clothes were still heaped on that sofa.

The tap in the bathroom wasn't running.

The room was empty.

The feel of the sheets warm against my back made me sick as I lay there facing the roof, my legs opened wide with my thighs cramped with chill from the blasting air conditioner.

My head still hurts from blindly crashing against the wall hours ago.

I didn't want to think about how I got here.

Immediately slipping out of the bed, my eyes heavy with exhaustion, but my body yearning for something else, I dragged my feet into the bathroom for a quick shower.

This did absolutely nothing to wash away how h***y I was already feeling.

Again, I made my way downstairs with nothing on, but my t-shirt with length inches above my knees.

My n*****s shot out through the thin material like a mini pacifier stuck up.

My insides were on fire, I fought every urge to go down on my fingers.

Briskly walking down the stairs, eyes on the next flight of stairs across the sitting room that led to Hot daddy's room, but abruptly stopping because there he was.

Sitting cross-legged on a sofa, a glass of red colored liquid in one hand, and the television remote controller in the other.

Eyes fixed on the maxi screen of the television with one of those colorful Christmas ads playing.

I bit my lower lip hard to make sure it wasn't another dream.

My eyes moved from the face of the giant golden wall clock to his face.

The clock ticked away from 4:15am, and his face was dead lock as always.

Not even a glance to acknowledge my presence.

It reminded me that I had spent roughly two days in the same house as him, yet he has never looked in my direction.

Not even once.

But how about the note?

And the mysterious tattoo that was supposed to be his?

Was he the shy type?

We will find out.

I cleared my throat loudly, forcing him to glance briefly in my direction.

His eyes returned to the screen before I even opened my mouth to say something.

I was confident, anyway.

Talk about using what you have to get what you want.

I allowed myself to sink into a sofa adjacent to his, my laps exposed in full to the chill.

I did not care.

Infact, I wanted him to see.

I wanted to watch his ego cave in for his desires.

I wanted to see him resist, if he could.

I didn't mind him taking me right there in the sitting room.

The night was cold. 

It was just the two of us. 

Sonia was out.

I don't give a damn about her second father.

I didn't realize my eyes were devouring him until he dropped the glass with a loud clash against the table.

Was that a warning?

I didn't care.

I didn't move my eyes.

His chest stretched against the fabric of the brown singlet he wore, every line and dip visible.

I could swear his n*****s only hardened with my stare.

His arm muscles stood firm and pumped, hot and tempting to touch.

His d**k was standing shamelessly through his satin trousers, ripping me of every sense of self control left.

I looked him head to toe as he sat there, huge on the sofa, like the king of ruins.

My p***y clenched hard.

I came again, against the sofa.

Maybe my thoughts went wild, but I watched him adjust his pants in a way.

Like he was making space to accommodate his bulgy machine.

I remembered the feeling of his d**k hot against my skin in my dreams.

I didn't know when I started grinding my p***y bare against the edge of the sofa.

I knew he was watching me now, but I didn't stop.

I couldn't stop.

With my hands stretched away from my body, gripping tightly the back of the head rest of the sofa, my legs spread out, toes scratching desperately against the tiles, I grinded.

Like the sofa was my salvation.

I wasn't sure when exactly he turned off the television.

The lights were off too when I opened my eyes.

Reflections from the security lights outside bounced off the sitting room walls.

I saw his shadow, exactly where he was seated when I came in.

I blinked my eyes shot almost immediately.

Then, I continued to grind my soaking wet p***y against the sofa, circling away at my desire.

Not like I ever stopped.

My p***y felt swollen, painful, but I was still not satisfied.

Squelching sounds filled the space, and my moaning broke loose.

I couldn't contain it anymore.

Lifting my legs off the floor to the top of the sofa, I retrieved one of my hands from the back of the head rest.

My p***y was sore, dripping, and out in the open now.

The cold air that blasted it from the air conditioner only made my arousal worse.

Slipping my fingers inside me, I dug uncontrollably fast, my moaning heightening every time I went in.

It wasn't enough.

I was whimpering now.

Covered in sweat and dirty desire, I dug deeper, harder, faster.

It wasn't the satisfaction my body craved.

Then, I felt a strong hand against my throat.

"Please, f**k me...hot daddy," I managed to let out, my voice breaking and dripping with want.

I slipped my hands off my pulsating p***y, and grabbed his c**k instead.

He didn't back away.

Of course.

If he had, I would have fainted from an unsatisfying orgasm.

It was thick, hard and the veins pressed down on my skin.

It was huge too.

In that instance, I gave in to my demons.

I wasn't sure if he expected that, but I freed his waist from his satin pants, his d**k tugging hard against my face.

Just when I was about to catch it with my mouth, he pushed me off himself, pinning me back to the sofa.

"You are too weak. You wouldn't be able to take me on."

"What!" I cried.

"You're just a weak needy s**t," he growled.

"Getting aroused just by being in my presence means you might even d** if I get down with you," he finished, then flung me farther off him like I was an actual pain in his ass.

"Please!" I cried desperately.

But he was already walking away.

As I breathed slowly in defeat, tossed against the sofa,my thighs sticky with my own c*m, I was convinced something was stopping him from having me.