Daddy I Want It!

"OH GOD!" I cry out immediately, my voice so loud that it thunders out of me and shakes the very air around us, "OH FUCK DADDY I WANT IT! I NEED IT! I FUCKING LOVE IT!"

Subtlety is not in the cards here, not for me. I don't want any of it, instead wanting everyone to know just what it is that I'm feeling and just what it is that I desire.

So I'm loud.

Even if I'm so loud that my cries can be heard by the neighbors I'm loud. I'll scream until my voice is hoarse and rough and I will shudder and shake until I don't know if I can take any of it anymore and I will lose myself in the pleasure because I need him to hear. Because he's right beside me and he's right inside of me and he's so damn far away from me now and goddammit I need him to hear.

I need the fantasy to become so real that I can't deny it.

"I need it, Daddy," I whine, "I need your thick Daddy cock inside of me. I need to feel it pulse. I need to feel your thrust, your hand on my hip. I need the way you're barely holding on, barely able to help yourself because your little girl is just too damn good for you.

"And fuck I need to be good for you. I need to be the best baby girl a daddy could want. I need to... Oh fuck Daddy I need to..."

I moan as a shudder rushes over me, from top to bottom. It radiates out from the place between my legs where he throbs and pulses into me, where he fills me with stroke after stroke in endless repetition even though I'm doing my best to clench on and keep him buried to his hilt within me.

My wrists twist and I grasp the bonds in my hands tugging onto them as I strain against the ones on my ankles. I pull at them, **** to break free and knowing that though I may not be close to that I am so damn close to something far more exciting.

"Daddy I need to cum," I confess to him, "I need to cum and I need you to cum and I need to be filled. Filled by a real cock and fucked by a real cock and I need to be a woman. I need to live it and I need to want it and I think I always have and fuck, Daddy. Fucking hell, Daddy.

"Make me a woman!"

I cry it out and then I repeat it after and again and again after that. Whispering and wishing and senseless as I feel that thickness within me thrust in to fill me and fingers twist out to brush against my clit.

And the other hand leaves my hip to travel up my body. It crests over my breast and tangles in the hair at the back of my head after it tickles its way up my neck and lips are against mine and a softly feminine body is pressed against me.

Rachel fucks whatever subsititute cock she found into me and breathes shakily, clearly feeling a whole hell of a lot herself just like I am and she nibbles at my lip and wishes for me.

She needs for me.

"Cum for me," she begs and orders at the same time, "You're always so beautiful when you're cumming."

I pull and I moan and I feel it, so high that I can't ignore it any longer. So intense that I can't deny it and I need to want it, need to love it.

Have to have it.

It builds and builds. It roars out to the edges of me until all I hear is the sound of rushing blood and all I feel is the pressure of that burning intensity as it stikes me like a lightning bolt and everything... everything just melts away.

I am alone, surrounded by warmth. Burgeoned and burdened by it.

I am alone with the heat of my pleasure.

In the moment before it all comes crashing down.

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