I was horny. I was soooo fucking horny. I was ovulating, and it had turned me into an animal. I'd tried fingering myself, but it wasn't enough. I needed Alex's cock. The issue was he was working. He was at home in his office, looking a bit stressed and in endless meetings. Something at his work had gone pretty wrong. He had told me what it was, but I was too distracted to really take it in.

I didn’t care that he was busy. I was aching, and every minute he stayed at his desk felt like an insult to my body.

He was finishing a meeting when I walked in. He looked over, and I saw his eyes roaming over my body as he tried to close the meeting. I was wearing a yellow summer dress that I knew was his favourite, but he was more focused on the deep neckline where I could feel the flush in my chest.

He glanced back at his calendar and cancelled the meeting he was supposed to be going into next. “Fuck it, they can do it without me. I've made some time for you Princess.” he said, using his pet name for me. He only used that name when we were fucking. My body had an almost Pavlovian response to it, although it wasn't my mouth that was drooling.

“Good, because I'm fucking desperate. I need you Daddy” I growled with a hungry grin, using my own pet name for him. I saw his cock twitch through his trousers in response. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet and dragged him to the bedroom.

I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his lap and kissing him hard. I was already panting, my hips grinding down against him through my knickers and his trousers, and I could feel him getting hard beneath me, his cock thickening and pressing up against my pussy. I was so aroused I could feel it soaking through my knickers onto him.

“You look so good for Daddy in that dress,” he murmured between kisses. “Such a good girl, you just take what you want.”

I undid his shirt buttons one by one, whilst I continued grinding. I ran my hands across his chest still making out with him. I was a taut bundle of sexual energy that I was trying to release all at once. I moaned “Daddy” into the kiss and it came out broken and needy. “I need you so bad.”

“Then take Daddy, baby.”

I pulled off him long enough to yank his trousers down and revealed his cock, fully erect, curving up towards his stomach. I was ravenous for it, my mouth watering at the way it twitched when the air hit it. God I felt like a dog in heat, and I loved it.

I leant into his cock, pressing soft kisses along the shaft, taking my time, and letting him see how much I enjoyed doing it. I wrapped one hand around him and plied the head with achingly slow circles of my tongue whilst my other hand cupped his balls, and I could feel them tighten in my palm.

He reached down to take control. “No.” I gripped him tighter to make my point. “put your hands behind your head,” I told him. He raised an eyebrow but did it, locking his fingers together behind his head. Normally he was in control. I usually love him being dominant, but today I needed to be in charge.

My kisses trailed down the full length of his shaft, to his balls and I took his balls into my mouth one at a time, rolling them gently with my tongue whilst I kept stroking him with my hand.

“You’re so good with your mouth, princess.”

I pulled away and looked him in the eyes, grinning as I slid my hand up and down his tich shaft, “I know.”

I slid back down wrapping my lips around his tip and my fist gripped the base of his cock. I flicked the tip with my tongue as I sank down while pumping my fist. He twitched as I did so, and I could taste the precum which oozed out into my mouth with each spasm. When my lips met my hand I pulled back before repeating the slow motion over and over again.

I noticed him reaching down, his hand brushing against my hand on his cock. I gave it a quick slap, “Keep your hands behind your head!” I admonished, leaving his cock so I could speak.

I had to be firm. I knew if I wasn't he would take control and I would be unable to resist.

But he had a point, I couldn't keep up this slow tease much longer. I started kissing my way back up his body, up his stomach to his ribs, kissing his nipples with bigger sloppy kisses. Pressing myself into him as I went, his cock smearing precum my dress. When I reached his face I kissed him.

He returned the kiss with passion, his whole body seeming to respond to the kiss. His hip bucking under me, and driving me wild. I was done teasing. I needed to fuck. I reached down and ripped my knickers off, the fabric tearing, the elastic holding on a second longer before it snapped and they came free. I held the torn remnants up to his face. “Smell what you do to me, Daddy.”

He breathed in deep. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet. You smell so good.” His voice had gone thick and rough. I pressed the knickers into his mouth and I pressed my lips to his cheek. “Taste me as I use you, Daddy.” using my finger to push my knickers fully into him mouth.

I shifted my weight forward and ran my labia along the full length of his shaft, coating him, feeling his cock slide against me as I teased us both. He groaned through the fabric and his hands twitched behind his head but stayed where they were. Then I tilted my hips and felt the tip of his cock nudge into my opening and I bit my lip and bore down, his cock breaching my entrance.

Achingly and punishingly slow. Inch by inch, my face buried in his neck, breathing him in as I took him inside. I could feel myself opening around him, all I could hear was him groaning through the knickers in his mouth. By the time I had all of him his bell end was bumping up against my cervix, and I pushed down harder, nestling him right up next to it, and the pressure sent a deep ache through my pelvis.

I lifted my head and nibbled on his earlobe and started a slow, deliberate grind, keeping him buried deep whilst I rocked my hips in tight circles.

I sped up gradually, the grind becoming a rock, my hips tilting forward and back so I could feel his cock shifting inside me against my cervix with every movement, and the friction of his body against my clit made my thighs shake. His breathing was ragged through the knickers and I could feel his stomach muscles clenching beneath my palms every time I rolled forward, his whole body fighting the urge to grab me. My arousal was dripping down his shaft making everything warm and slippery where our bodies met.

The rocking became a bounce. I braced my hands on his chest and lifted my hips, letting him slide halfway out before sinking back down, until he thumped against my cervix. Sometimes having him pounding my cervix was uncomfortable but right now it was giving me the most delicious deep radiating pleasure. I wanted more, and my bouncing grew taking more of his length each time.

It was still not painful. I still wanted more. I started slamming back down and taking every inch at once. The impact shuddered through both of us every time his balls pressed tight against my arse. I was loud and completely uncontrolled, sweat running down my spine, my hands braced on his chest, my thighs burning. “Yes, Daddy, yes yes yes.”

I was pounding down on him now with everything I had. My orgasm was building and I needed his cum inside me more than I’d ever needed anything. “Give me your cum, Daddy. Fill me. Spunk deep inside your princess. Give her what she needs. Fucking breed me.”

“Can Daddy touch you yet?”

“Not yet. When I’ve got my cum, then you can touch me. Cum inside me!” I was almost feral with need as I begged desperately in his ear, “Cum. Deep. In. My. Tight. Little. Cunt”

His cock throbbed inside me, that telltale pulse that meant he was about to erupt, and he lifted his hips to meet mine and buried himself to the hilt as the first jet of cum sprayed deep inside me, and then another and another, thick ropes of spunk pumping into me. I ground my clit into him and my orgasm tore through me, my pussy pulsating in hard rhythmic spasms. My hips kept rolling, grinding him in circles, stirring his cum around inside me whilst he pulsed and twitched and filled me up. I could feel it gathering inside me, the sheer amount of it, and I pressed down as hard as I could to keep every drop sealed in. His hips bucked up into me and each time I felt another spurt, my body pulling it out of him, greedy and desperate and relentless until I'd wrung him dry and my thighs were shaking so hard I could barely hold myself upright.

I kissed him slowly and tenderly whilst my body shook on top of him. He’d spat the knickers out at some point during the climax, gasping for air with his cock still twitching deep in me. I flopped onto his chest with my thighs trembling, completely spent, and put my lips to his ear. “Fuck me, Daddy.” He grabbed my face and pulled me into a fierce kiss, his hands finally free, one at the back of my neck and one on my arse, and I could feel him still buried in me, still rigid.

He turned me over and I went easily, boneless and blissed out, my legs falling open for him. His lips went to my jaw, traced down my neck, and I shivered. “You did so good taking control. Now it’s my turn.” He was panting with need as much as I had been, despite his orgasm.

“I’m all yours, Daddy. Fuck my brains out. Show me how much you love me by making me scream.”

He buried his cock completely inside my cunt, and spread my legs wide with both hands. He thrust in hard, but it wasn't enough. “Harder, Daddy. Fuck. Harder!” I begged for more.

It took time to build again after cumming that hard. My whole body, was oversensitive, still buzzing from the first orgasm, making me gasp at every thrust. The pace stayed relentless but I was climbing back up gradually. His cum from the first time was leaking out around his cock and I could feel it dribbling down between my arse cheeks and onto the sheets beneath us.

I was amazed he was still hard as iron after his orgasm. The look in his eyes said he could keep this up all night.

He lifted my left leg up over his shoulder, opening me up and giving him leverage to really pound away. I grabbed at the headboard with one hand and bed creaking beneath us so loudly I thought it might break.

He settled into a relentless rhythm, every time he drove into me I could feel his balls slapping against me. The room reeked of sex, sweat and cum and the sharp tang of my pussy, and I was breathing it in with every gasp he fucked out of me as he pounded into me with my leg pinned up beside my ear.

I could see his cock going in and out of me, glistening with our mess, and watching it made something tighten in my belly. He was looking down at it too, watching himself fuck me. I could feel my second orgasm growing inside me, getting closer with every thrust but not quite there yet, held right at that maddening edge where my whole body was begging for it.

“That’s it. Cum on Daddy’s cock. Milk me. Make me breed you.” he could tell I was on the edge and tried to push me over.

“Yes, Daddy, fuck, yes yes yes. I want that cum. I want to be bred so good.”

“Keep talking. Are you going to be a good girl?”

“I need your cum. I need your hot fucking cum shot deep into my needy cunt.”

“Oh god Daddy! I'm so close” He pushed two fingers into my asshole. Then he was at my neck with his teeth and his lips, biting and sucking at the skin whilst I pushed my hips up into him desperately trying to take every last inch of his cock and his fingers at once.

“Yes yes yes. Oh, Daddy, please. Make me your little cum slut. Impregnate me.”

I was pinching my own nipples and almost screaming, my voice cracking and raw, and I felt his rhythm break. The steady pounding faltered into something desperate and uneven, his hips slamming into me in short hard bursts, and his whole body went rigid on top of me. He buried himself as deep as he could go and I felt his cock kick inside me, the first thick pulse of cum hitting me deep, and that was what tipped me over. My body seizing around him whilst he pumped load after load into me. My back arched off the bed and my legs clamped around him as wave after wave tore through me and each one squeezed another spurt of cum out of him.

He collapsed onto me with his face buried in my neck. "Katie. Katie. Love you. Love you. Love you." His voice was barely a whisper, and I could feel his cock still twitching inside me, still leaking, whilst my pussy fluttered. His cum was everywhere, I could feel how full I was, how thoroughly he'd emptied himself into me.

For a long time neither of us moved. His weight was on top of me and I didn't want him to shift. I could feel his heartbeat through his chest, hammering against mine.

He was still buried in me when I sighed and he lifted his head and looked at me. “What?”

“You should probably get back to work.”

He looked at the clock on the bedside table. “Yeah.” He didn’t move. His cock twitched. “In a minute.”

His cock twitched again. I didn't think he was going to be going back just yet.