It had been a long day. She felt as though her social battery had been completely drained. She needed to escape the party. She arrived home, with no memory of how she got there. In a ball dress, green that sparkled as it hugged her body. Breasts on display, she had noticed the gazes, the glares and hungry stares. Now that she walked inside after a long night, she could relax.

“You look stunning. Gorgeous even.” The moment she heard his voice from within the darkness she went to him. Her head leaning into his chest, his arms around her.

“I missed you.”

“I know.”

“It was a long night.”

“I know.”

He picked her up, cradling her into his arms. She felt light, small. He kissed her forehead, whispering to her that she was HIS baby girl. It was true. She was.

Gently he eased her onto the bed, kissing her again. From within the darkness she felt his strong hands on her feet, massaging them. Crawling up into her calves, she sighed at the release of tension. He was firm, though delicate. She needed it.

His big hands ran across the silk of her skin, daring to penetrate beneath her dress. Her legs opened. Slowly he rubbed, then massaged the outside of her thighs, until she could feel his fingers near the black lace thong that covered her.

He pulled her to him, lifting her so that she now straddled his lap. She could feel the pressure from his bulge as it fought to be released from his pants. Their kiss was soft, a slow sensuality that lingered like the smoky jazz of late night Noir film. She collapsed against him, her thong drowning in her yearning. With soft rotations of her hip she pushed herself against his manhood. He kissed her forehead again, “good girl.” The deep bass of his voice vibrating through her.

As he held her, she fell back while supported in his arms. Her eyes closed, his lips on her neck. Trailing kisses from her jawline, down her shoulder until he found her breasts. Her mouth opened, her skin sighed from the touch of his lips. He licked, then sucked a breast as it dared to break free of her dress. Pulling herself up, she ran a hand through his hair as she fed him. His mouth on her nipple.

Turning to the bed, he pushed her back down. Her dress ran high, exposing the material of the thong. Even in the darkness he could see her want. His mouth fell onto her, long, soft, deep, furious then his tongue and lips pleasured her in a way that pulled the lust out from her tired body. Moaning with her soul she felt him make love to her with his mouth. She grabbed his head, pulling him into her, feeding him as she climaxed. He stripped the thong from her, it fell heavy to the floor.

Her mouth opened the moment his hard cock pushed past her lips. She felt his hands on her wetness, rubbing, then one finger curled inside. She gripped his hardness, it swelled in her mouth. The pre-cum of his lust covered her tongue, “good girl.” Her hands felt small as they wrapped around him, she licked, sucked and kissed. His hips pushing into her, fucking her softly.

His wet cock left her mouth. Now between her legs, he rubbed and pressed himself against her wet pussy. Slowly and with deliberate desire he filled her. Deep and strong he pushed into her, scooping her into his arms. Holding her up from the bed while his cock went as far in as nature would allow. She rocked, then trembled around him. “Good girl.”

He allowed her a moment to recover while still deep in her. He could feel her heart pounding, her breathing heavy. He kissed her softly. Slowly he increased his tempo, steady, then he returned to a cadence that was fast, firm. Clawing at her body, pulling at her dress, both breasts now naked to his touch.

Face down, her mouth kissing a pillow while her rear pushed up at the darkness. His face pressed in, tongue finding her. Replying in moans to his hungry licks. His hands pulled her open, fingers gripping into her. He ate, licked and devoured her. Then his mouth left her, to be replaced by his hard cock. He entered with a thrust of authority. She welcomed it by pushing back.

He pulled long her, just hard enough to turn her head. His kiss firm, he continued to have her from behind. His hands went to her lower back, holding her while he fucked her. Like a pleasure puppet, he manipulated her body. Pushing her head into the pillow, he leaned down to kiss her neck, then their lips re-united. His fucking of her never stopping.

They now lay alongside one another. Clothes twisted, wet from sweat. Bodies entwined. His arms around her, his cock pushing further in. As they embraced in lust, her body held in place by his grip as he consumed her from behind. Thrusting, pushing, fucking. Then she felt him harden. A final thrust. They climaxed. She could feel him fill her. To be bred. Her naked interior drinking his masculine seed. They remained locked together. As they recovered she felt recharged. In his arms, she relaxed as HIS baby girl.

“I missed you too,” he kissed the back of her neck. They lay in the darkness, falling asleep, he remained deep inside.

Fin