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Daddy in the Morning

All that follows depicts characters who are adults in a consensual age play relationship, and is fantasy and fiction.

Daddy sneaks in to the girl’s room while she’s still sleeping. It is barely light out. I wake up hard again, try to take care of myself in bed but can’t quite get there, tension and frustration building. Thinking about my girl usually does it, the way she crawls into my lap and sucks my fingers, but this morning, it isn’t enough. I crave … more.

I creep down the hall and open the door to her room. She’s sleeping hard, belly down on the bed, her arms curled under the pillow. The blankets are almost completely off the bed, sheets are only partly covering her legs; she has one knee up and her legs gently open. The big tee shirt she wears as a nightgown rides up and barely covers her butt. I don’t even notice putting hand on my dick but it’s there, stroking. The skin of her thigh is exposed and I want it. Want to feel it, grab it, lick it, bite it. Want to hold each thigh in my big hands and pull her up and down.

I pull the sheets away from her legs even more. Just a little more. She won’t wake up. She won’t even know, I tell myself. I can almost see the curve of her bare ass. The outline is usually enough. Her ass is full and round, plush; I dream about squeezing it, opening her cheeks to tongue that little bud, gripping her hips as she bends forward for me. I see it jiggle and her hips wiggle when she walks and it drives me wild, every day. Her breasts are full and swollen, she is so grown up, my little girl. I keep ahold of myself. Most of the time.

She stirs when I move the sheets. I hold my breath. The tee shirt has come out from under her and it’d be so easy to lift it up off her thighs, over her ass. It’s not cold in here, she’d never know. She wakes up with it riding up all the time, I’ve seen it. I slowly kneel next to her and pull it up a little, then a little more. Her panties are cream and thin, almost a thong, and they show off her ass, framing it. I can see how her skin gets pinker between her legs.

My dick is out in my hand and hard now, so hard, straining and aching and I need the relief. Finally she is giving it to me, it feels so much better with her nearby, I know this time I can come. Hopefully before she wakes up.

I pull it all the way out of my boxers, my balls too, feeling the elastic of the shorts tight underneath, a little extra pressure. I would prefer her hand there, prefer her mouth to my fist, but this will have to do. My other knee is on the bed. When did I do that? In between her legs now. I can do it like this, she’ll never know. Just beat off here and leave my mess on her sheets, it’ll dry before she wakes up, or not, but I’ll just come get her sheets later and wash them today. Getting close. Closer.

But not close enough. Frustration builds and I can’t get there, I’m hard and thick and pre-come beads on the tip, my balls are tight, but my hand is not enough. And she’s right there. Right there. And she’s my girl, dammit. Maybe just a little more. Daddy wants you, I whisper under my breath. Daddy loves you, daddy wants you to feel good. I move a little closer. What if I just feel the softness of her panties on the tip. What if I just rub the tip against her slit. No one will know. It’s our special game.

I brush my fingertips along the edge of her panties and push it aside just enough to see her folds. So pretty. Pink and velvety, nearly bare. I use the tip of my finger. Not too soft or it will tickle, but soft enough not to disturb.

She sighs and moves her legs farther apart.

I can’t take it. It’s an invitation, I have to. I run the tip of my dick against her folds. She’s warm and wet, open. I’ll just use the outside. Daddy will just put the tip in, just a little. It won’t hurt, pretty girl. It’s going to feel good. Just the tip while I jerk it. I won’t come in you, I’ll pull it out and spill on the sheets. Daddy needs it. Do it for your daddy.

I pump my hand harder, getting close. She stirs again, lifts her head. “Daddy … ?”

“Shhhh, girl. Almost done.”

“What are you … ?” She starts to twist and her pussy brushes against me, pushes me a little deeper. “Oh!” she cries out a little, feeling it there, hard against her special place. Her movement makes my dick pulse in my hand, I can feel it jump.

“Just a little more for your daddy,” I grunt, pushing on get back with the other hand, making her stay on her belly. “Almost .. done …”

“Daddy,” she whimpers. She brings her hand close to her face, starts sucking on her thumb. The tip is in and she’s so wet and warm, I want to slide it in all the way, I’m trying to restrain. So close. Keep yourself together. I’m so hard. My hips jerk forward.

“Daddy, no,” she cries, lifting her hips. She wants it, the little slut. She doesn’t even know she does.

“Pretty girl, Daddy is almost done. You can do it. Just stay still for me. Almost done.” My balls are getting high and tight and I can feel the pressure building. Her folds are so soft. She pushes back against me and I slip in a little more as I continue to jerk it, my hand knocking into her pussy on each stroke. She cries out. I want to finger her, want my mouth on her, want to feel her come with my dick all the way in her, want her up and down on it sitting on my lap.

“Daddy no, Daddy, you can’t,” she cries.

“Shhh, almost done baby girl, Daddy needs it, you can do it for me.”

She squirms but it just feels even better, she tightens and her pussy grips my the tip of my dick and slips it in even deeper, I can’t hold back, I don’t think I can even pull out in time, the little Lolita is going to get it, that’s what she deserves, I can’t help it, look what she makes me do.

“Doesn’t it feel good, babygirl? Does it feel slick and nice between your legs?” I move slowly, caressing her, close to coming. Her breath quickens, she gasps a little, back arching, spine rippling.

“Yes Daddy, yes Daddy I like it. It does feel good Daddy, it does,” She moans, pushing back against me. She grips the sheets, cries out, tightens again.

“Good girl,” I say. I try but I can’t help it, I push in all the way to the hilt. She’s so wet and open and sweet and warm, she pulls it all out of me as I explode inside her. I can feel the pulses of come as I throb. I hold myself up by my arms, barely, kissing the back of her neck and her cheek.

“My good girl.”

Published by Sinclair Sexsmith

Sinclair Sexsmith is "the best-known butch erotica writer whose kinky, groundbreaking stories have turned on countless queer women" (AfterEllen), who "is in all the books, wins all the awards, speaks at all the panels and readings, knows all the stuff, and writes for all the places" (Autostraddle). ‚ÄčTheir short story collection, Sweet & Rough: Queer Kink Erotica, was a 2016 finalist for the Lambda Literary Award. They identify as a white non-binary butch dominant, a survivor, and an introvert, and use the pronouns they, them, theirs, themself. Follow all their personal writings and all the updates through patreon.com/mrsexsmith.

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