Babes Stripping For Love

The second Burke put the divider up between them, Seamus put her on his lap. He kept on holding her clammy hands and gave her adorable little kisses on her knuckles, her shoulder, her cheek, and the top of her head. His words were soothing but she felt her heart pounding harder, almost deafening to her ear, that she might not hear everything that he said.

Charlotte was nervous when they arrived at the driveway. Burke parked the car and hurried to open the door for Seamus, who then holdout his hand for Charlotte. She felt a bit lightheaded from the rush of adrenaline and was relieved when his hand was strong against her back.

“You’re nervous. We won’t be doing anything sexual tonight, not with your state of mind. Why don’t I help you get change then we can cuddle and talk some more.”

“No,” Charlotte exclaimed, she wanted the sex, needed it, craved it, since the first orgasm he gave her.

“No?”

Instantly, Charlotte regretted how she defy his suggestion, which was obviously his way of taking care of her. She had read it in the “Daddy” related articles, saying that Daddies would subtly advise their Boy or Girl to do stuff and expect that they would follow his words. Charlotte didn’t understand the meaning of the statement at first, but when she saw the disappointment in his eyes she knew.

“I mean, I wanted it, have been for a while,” Charlotte bit her lip as her nerves were all over the place. “I’m sorry, I’m so nervous, dinner took so long, and my head… I’m such a mess. I don’t even get how you wanted me. Maybe I should…”

“Charlotte, baby…” Seamus put his thumb on her lips and she freezes. “Let me take care of you, and when you have settled down, we will see. I will keep sex on the table for tonight, we’ll get back to it when you’re ready.”

Charlotte was almost in tears, her eyes were glassy she had to blink a couple of times to shoo the tears away until she took a deep breath and hoped that her insides will calm the fuck down. Her shoulder slumped until he took her in his strong arms and she rest her head on his chest easily.

It wasn’t a hardship when he lift her and carry her up to his room. He undressed her to her bra and panties and tucked her under the covers. “Rest, for a couple of minutes. I’ll get us some water.”

The second her head touched the soft pillow, her eyes closes. Though she fought hard not to fall asleep. But her mind went quiet the second Seamus turn off the light and only keep the bedside lamp on, so she could rest while he went to the kitchen.

He stopped in front of his bed, the beautiful ballerina was sleeping peacefully in his bed. Her hair spread on the pillow framing her face. There was pure innocence about her that drew the daddy in him, making him want nothing more than to take care of her. He shook his head and smiled before putting her glass on her side of the table, and drinking his before setting it down on his side table. Seamus stripped to his boxers and then join Charlotte on the bed.

Feeling the bed dip, she opened her eyes and found Seamus beside her. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and she was pulled to his side while she lets him wrap an arm around her.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I must’ve fallen asleep.”

“You can rest, we will pick up where we left off tomorrow.”

“But I…”

“Ssh… sleep, beautiful,” he softly said, tilting her chin and kissing her lips longer than he was planning to. Charlotte let out a low whimpering noise when she pushed her body flat against his. She wanted to climb him like a tree, instinctively she felt that he was safe and she couldn’t wait until tomorrow… she wanted him, and she wanted him right there and then.

“I want you, now.” She whined and he held her close and kissed her deeper.

“I should spank you for not listening.” He growled and pushed her under to lay on her back. Charlotte let out another whimpering sound when he possessively hold her waist and his knee part her legs to accommodate his body.

“Are you ready for me, Charlotte?”

“I am, please…”

“Hands above your head, wrists crossed, keep them there. I don’t want to bind you. Not tonight.” Seamus wanted nothing more than to bind her to his bed and have his wicked ways with her. But she’s not ready, not yet.

Charlotte was struggling with her hands positioning, and he had to hold them a couple of times while he kiss her lips thoroughly and his other hand reaches down to her ruined panties. Oh… she was wet, drenched with arousal that he decided that he was going to up his introduction for her to the lifestyle.

“Will you trust me? Will you let go, and let me take care of you tonight?”

“Yes! Yes! Please… Seamus, I need you,” she moaned louder, her hips move, she thrust upwards wanting more of his hand and when he pulled away, she blushes beautifully.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Bad girl,” he cooed, scolding her in her ear. “I want my precious ballerina to lay still, hands above your head, and keep them elegantly crossed. I will put you into position, beautiful, and you will stay put. Can you do that? Or will I have to restain you to keep you in place?” While saying the words, Seamus rearranged her wrists and brushed his hardening cock along her belly, teasing her, and making her squirm.

He was not done, Seamus had just started when he raised her knees, then lay them flat to her sides, opening her wider, showing her drenched panties, naughtily. The tip of his fingers lazily stroke the wet patch then put pressure and teased her more. “Is this what you want? The tip of my fingers on your pussy? You’re so wet, baby.” He teased, slipping the tip of his fingers under her panties, feeling her sticky mess, and putting more pressure.

Seamus watched as her hips move desperately to get more friction. He pushed her panties aside and licked her, his tongue expertly diving deeper while his mouth kiss her as good as he kiss her lips moments ago. Charlotte was getting careless with her self-control, she tried to maintain her position but her knees tried to clamped the moment he added fingers as he suck on her bud. That made him pull back within seconds, and she whined like a little brat feeling agitated after almost reaching her high.

“Do you really want me to stop?”

“No, please… please, please…” She whined louder and get back into position, but then he told her to grab her knees and part them. Charlotte felt so naughty that she couldn’t believe she was getting herself wetter while her insides pulsated with needs. She clenched to nothing and she whimpered.

“Bad girls get spanked,” Seamus looked deep into her eyes as he sits back and admire her beauty. Hands under her folded knees, legs wide open, panties drenched, still halfway showing off her bare wet pussy. Seamus kneels and took his time to watch her as she flushed pink from being exposed to him. “Do you want to get spanked?” He watched her, not her face, but how her wet cunt clenched at the words. He grunted when he move her panties before he smack her bare pink pussy twice, then twice more when he got hard hearing the wet smacking sound combined with her sexy moans.

“Do you even want my cock inside your tight little pussy?” He thrust two fingers and his thumb play with her sensitive bud.

“Please… please,” he watched as her hands tremble while holding her knees apart.

“Are you tired, beautiful? Do you want me to help you keep your knees parted?”

Charlotte strangely wanted to please him, so she held herself wider and shook her head. She was almost teary with her need for his cock to be inside her. She was close, too damn close. And when she saw Seamus was getting into position she almost lost it the second his sheathed tip teased her throbbing pussy. She didn’t even realize that he had put on a condom.

The moment he pushed inside her she knew he would be her everything, she knew she’d want to please him even if her body quivered with needs, even if her mind was going wild with his debauchery. She wanted it, and she wanted him badly.

She screamed his name when he was all the way in, pulled back, and thrust hard inside her. He was ruthless and she was liking it, up to the point when he savagely made her hold back her orgasm and play with her nipples. He was sucking, licking, and tugging them and she pulsated with more needs. He smacked her pussy a couple of more times before giving her delicious kisses, tormenting her to climax.

But not just yet.

Charlotte was a mess, her head was dizzy, her eyes watery, her legs trembled, her pussy throbbed, and ached for his cock. She wanted him, and she screamed louder when he thrusts back inside her. In and out while his hands held her lithe body possessively.

“Do you want your release, my pretty ballerina? Do you want to climax, precious?”

“Yes, yes… Seamus, please…” Her mind was running for his words, her body was as tight as a string being pulled ready to snap.

“Daddy!” She cried out desperately.

The name-calling made him start to pound harder and his hold was bruising her waist and she knew, that was it. And when he told her to come, that one single word made her mind go blank and she saw white spots from the sheer intensity of her climax. She throbbed, pulsating, and clenching his cock inside her when he came merely a second after her. Charlotte felt flowy, never in her mind had she felt this high from sex.

Her adrenaline was high, reluctantly dazed coming down from her shattering orgasm, and she looked peaceful. Seamus know she was in subspace when her eyes were miles away though she was gazing straight at him.

She was perfect. Too fucking perfect, he thought as he cleans her then gathered her back into his arms and under the covers.