I felt the cold hands move up my body and around my throat. Why were they so cold? Oh yeah, it’s because winter is coming, and we were the smart ones who decided to camp out in the middle of the woods.
My body always runs warm, though. Always on the verge of breaking out into a sweat. It was morning and I had a fitful sleep running between hot and cold. Daddy’s sleeping bag was doing its job well, but my body was not as cooperative.
I was warmer than him though, and that fact was obvious as his hands skimmed my body. They would heat up shortly.
It was one of those mornings waking up with Daddy inside me, moving slowly and rhythmically. He does not start out rough. He starts with the tease always. I may wake up to fingers probing, making sure I was thinking about him in my sleep, and providing the wetness he needed for his cock to take over. He never needs to worry on that score. I am always thinking of him, always wet for him. My body knows who it belongs to, and it will always belong to him.
This morning, it knew. My mind was slowly aware of what my body was already enjoying. Moving with him even in my sleep. Wanting more. He could tell when I finally woke up. I started matching each stroke, wanting him to speed up and get rougher. Wanting the hand on my hip to grab harder and the hand on my throat to squeeze just a bit tighter.
“Is Baby finally awake?”
Yes, Daddy. Pleeeaaaassse
“Please what? What is it you want? Say It.”
What I want, I have in this moment. HIM. That is all I needed, but my body was pleading for a release. Pleading for a hurt it needed to feel whole.
Hurt me, Daddy. Make me cum all over your cock. Let me show you I am yours.
“You are mine, little one. Your cunt is already showing me that. I will hurt you because we both need it.”
Yes, Daddy. I need it. I need to feel it. Love me that way, please.
“Try and stop me.”
Lisa Gray 