Beg for Me

Okay… let’s get those in there… Quick wash and…

There we go.

“Babe, it’s late. Why don’t you just do the laundry in the morning?”

“No time. I’ll be in meetings all day tomorrow. Besides, it’ll be dry by morning if I do it now.”

“Okay, well at least let me hang it when it’s done.”

“I don’t know how you have so much energy. You already did, like, a million things today.”

“I’m just… trying to stay on top of things.”

“I know, just don’t work yourself too hard. I feel like I’ve hardly seen you the last few days. I miss you.”

“I miss you too. But you’ll have me all to yourself after tomorrow. Promise.”

Okay… I think that’s the last thing I needed to do before bed. It’s not that big of a deal if the clothes aren’t clean before tomorrow since all my meetings are virtual, but still…

Ugh, seems like that productivity app I got myself for Christmas isn’t working as well as I’d hoped.

I’m still ending my days all hectic and scatterbrained. Might be time to add in an extra therapy session each month. Or at least a facial.

You’re behind me suddenly, your arms around my waist. I feel your lips press up against the back of my neck.

“Hey.”

“Come to bed. I’ll sort this out once it’s done.”

“It’s on the quick cycle. It’ll be done in like, fifteen minutes.”

“Mmhmm, so come to bed for fifteen minutes.”

I turn around in your arms. And… yep, there’s that look.

That little squint in your eyes, the slight smirk at the corner of your mouth. I know what you want. And it has nothing to do with sleep.

“And what… are we going to do… in bed?”

“Mm, I don’t know. I bet we can come up with something to pass the time…”

I push my hips against yours and slip my hands behind your neck. Your skin is warm and your muscles flex beneath my fingers.

Your hands wind around my waist. Your lips are soft against mine, teasing me to open my mouth with your tongue.

“Mmm, no bedroom.”

“Here? In the kitchen?”

“Right here.”

You grab onto my hips and lift me up onto the countertop. The smooth granite is cool beneath my bare thighs.

“Mmm, come here.”

I grab your shirt in fistfuls, pulling you to me and wrapping my legs around your wide hips.

God, I didn’t realize until now just how badly I needed this. How much I need you after this endless week…

“That was easy to convince you…”

“I’m… quickly realizing how wound up I’ve been.”

I slip my hands under your shirt… Trace a line with my fingertip from your navel all the way up to your neck.

“Take this off.”

You’ve always been a little self-conscious about your body, but I love seeing you. I’ve always loved the lines of your chest… the way your collarbone dips down and makes that little divot.

I reach for the waistband of your shorts… and dip my hand inside.

“I guess we’re trying to be quick, huh?”

“Mmhmm. Fifteen minutes, remember?”

I wrap my hand around your length and just hold it for a moment. I want you to feel me touching you… feel the sensation of my fingers tracing over your shaft.

There you go… your cock is getting nice and hard for me… I run my thumb slowly around the head… just like you like it…

“Oh, fuck… If we only have a little bit of time… then let me focus on you…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…”

Your hands drift up my shirt and take hold of both of my nipples. You drag your thumbs over them a few times. Oh, I can feel them immediately getting hard…

“I want to make you feel good. Can I do that, babe?”

“Oh fuck… yes…”

“Tell me you want me.”

“Of course I want you. Don’t make me wait…”

“Beg for me, baby…”

“You know I never beg…”

“Exactly.”

“I need… to feel your hands on me…”

“Where?”

“I need your fingers… inside me…”

“I need to feel you… please. Please…”

“Keep going.”

“I… I will do anything… baby… to get you to touch me… please…”

“You want my fingers… here?”

You drift your hand up my bare thigh… just barely touching me as your fingers graze beneath the fabric of my athletic shorts.

“Or… do you want my fingers… here?”

Your other hand drags over my nipple through my shirt.

“Both, both… please. Please, baby… you know I never beg, please…”

“Please what?”

“Please… please touch me…”

“I am touching you.”

“Oh, baby, please, you know what I mean. You know what I need… oh my god, please, please…”

“I always give you what you want, don’t I?”

“Yeah… yeah, you do…”

“I just sometimes make you wait for it… right?”

I love this game we play. It’s so easy for you to bring out this side of me, the submissive side.

We don’t do it often, but when we do… it’s the kind of sex you never forget.

You push your fingers further up my thigh and let them skate just barely across my underwear.

“Fuck… please… please…”

“It’s hard for you to be patient, isn’t it? You want it so bad, I can tell…”

Your fingers press up against my underwear, right into my clit.

“Is this where you want me to touch you, baby?”

“Fuck… please… please, please, please, you know I don’t… I don’t beg normally… please…”

You’re suddenly stripping me of my shorts… my underwear… and you push two fingers inside me.

“Is that what you need? This what you’re begging for?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah, yeah, that’s it… that’s it, daddy, please… please…”

“Oh, daddy, huh? You like daddy’s fingers in you?”

“Yeah—yeah—more, please, more, more!”

“Oh, is this not enough? You want more?”

You push a third finger inside of me and your thrusts are suddenly harder, more urgent. I can feel myself slipping into that familiar headspace… a wave of submissive thoughts completely drowning out any rational ideas.

All I need is more. And I’ll do anything to get it.

I lean back on the counter and prop myself up on my elbows.

You drive my legs apart and reach into your pants. Your cock is rock hard when you pull it out.

I’m reaching for it without even knowing I’m doing it.

“Ah-ah-ah. Yeah, this is what you want, isn’t it? You want daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I fucking want it. I want your cock, please, please. Give it to me, please…”

“Where do you want it? I don’t care where… I just want to cum inside you.”

“Oh, baby… fuck… you can put it anywhere…”

“In your mouth… your sweet pussy… your ass…? You want me to choose?”

“My pussy, daddy, please… please, you got me so fucking wet, please put it in my pussy…”

“Be… patient…”

You tap the tip of your cock against me, just being a fucking tease. God, you must really be getting off on making me wait. Making me fucking beg for it and call you daddy…

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking ready. Please… please fuck me… please, I need it to so bad, I need you, I need your cock, please…”

My legs are like a vice around your waist. I fuck you back as hard as I possibly can.

“Oh, you like begging for my cock. You sound so hot when you beg for me. Keep going, keep going.”

I hook my ankles around your back and force you deeper into me with every thrust. I can’t… get… enough…

I reach out for you, winding my fingers into your hair and dragging your head toward mine.

“I can’t wait to see you cum. Are you going to cum just for me?”

“Yeah, daddy, yeah, yeah, keep fucking me. Keep going, I’m going to cum for you. I’m going to cum all over your cock!”

“If I rub your clit, are you going to cum? Is that what you want?”

“Yeah, yeah, rub my clit, daddy. You’re so fucking good at it, make me cum all over you!”

“Oh, yeah, you fucking like that? You want to cum on my cock? C’mon, let me feel you cum all over me…”

My body feels like it’s vibrating. There’s so much of my wetness sticking to my thighs.

That was such an intense orgasm… but I could keep going. I don’t want to stop yet.

“Put it in my mouth.”

“Oh, say that again.”

“I said put your cock in my mouth.”

I’m already getting off the counter and on my knees before you can even respond.

I reach for your dick and wrap my hand around the base.

“Look at me. Look at me, baby…”

I keep my eyes locked on yours as I slide my mouth over the tip and around the head of your shaft.

“Ah, fuck… fuck… you’re so hot, oh my god… You like sucking my cock? Like licking your juices off me? Keep going, keep going, keep looking at me…”

“I love your cock, daddy, I need it so bad…”

You lean forward and lay your hands on the counter. I can feel your whole body stiffen. You’re close.

“Um… wow.”

“Babe, what… what was that?”

“I don’t know. I mean… I have been very stressed this week.”

“Well, I hope this helped.”

“Definitely did.”

“Laundry’s done.”

“But now I’m sleepy.”

“It’s alright, you go on to bed. I’ll take care of this real quick.”

“You’re the best.”