Don't You Want Us, Daddy?

God the way she coos that word. The way it comes out as almost a moan and almost a whimper. The way that she makes him work for it, nearly leaning in as if she can't help herself and as if she's overcome by it all at the same time and the way that it lingers in the air the moment after she says it, after she calls him it.

Daddy.

For one shining moment I can see what he sees in that word. In spite of the fact that I'd used it before, with him, it had never really done anything for me. Not when I was a man at least. It had gotten popular but I'd never really had any kind of need for it, it had never been my particular thing.

Maybe it's just who he is. Maybe it's just the fact that Lucas oozes that kind of energy. The fact that he feels like it, to me, because when I hear that word he is the only man I can think of.

Maybe others in the future, but for now it's all him.

Daddy. I want to call him Daddy too. I want to call him Daddy right alongside her, with both of us falling to our knees as our towels tumble down to the floor. I want to moan it as my hands reach for his belt right beside her and I want it muffled as I fill my mouth with his cock and I want to show my Daddy what a good girl I can be.

I want Daddy to see how much his good girl has learned today.

In one day I have done so much more than I have ever done before. One day and I've sucked cock and I've stroked cock and god it would actually take me a moment to remember how many times I've made a cock cum. I'd actually have to exert some effort to it, actually think about it for a moment.

He could join the number.

Let's make a deal, Daddy. You don't want to fuck me because you think I'm precious and you think my virginity is something to be prized, that's fine with me. I've got a slut right here for you to take, someone who is more than eager to drain you and someone who is more than happy to satisfy.

You fuck Rachel while she fucks me and then the two of us fuck around together. You don't have to put that cock in my pussy to make me cum, last night proved you're more than ready without that, but I can make you cum and I can drain it and I can swallow it and I can taste it.

And Rachel can make me cum and you can make her and the two of you can make me together. We can come closer and closer and hotter and hotter and heavier and heavier. We can share your bed, Daddy, because otherwise it will be so goddamn cold for you tonight.

Daddy.

My Daddy.

Oh my good strong Daddy with his Daddy arms and his Daddy cock and his Daddy touch and his Daddy...

Fuck... I can almost cum just thinking about it.

She calls him Daddy and Lucas turns like there is a switch that has just been flipped in him and I know that feeling, because I feel it too. This bubbling in my belly that roils and begs for attention and it tumbles nearly out of me, nearly out of control as it roils and I remember that I still haven't fucking cum yet.

Blake stole that from me and Rachel took it afterwards and I'll forgive the latter but not the former. Only for now.

If she keeps me from it that little bit longer and if Rachel doesn't give me what I need right now, well I don't know that I'll be able to forgive her.

Because with a single word she's made me crave and she's made me lose my inhibition, pushing forward and stepping towards him right along with her.

Towards Daddy, with his Daddy cock and his Daddy touch and his Daddy needs.

Towards Daddy, with his appetite written all over each and every inch of his handsome face.

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