STORY ONE

Giving a blissful sigh, Lyla bit her lip at the slippery sensation of a warm tongue lapping at her clit with long licks. Her toes curled when soft yet strong hands slid along her torso and thighs, everything about the dream vivid. When she felt a playful pinch on one of her nipples, this made a jolt run through her, and quickly realizing this was not a dream she finally opened her eyes. Looking down, she was greeted to the site of Brian's head between her thighs, a look of joyful contentment on his face as he thoroughly tasted her. Her eyes rolling back, she gave a quiet moan when he thrusted two fingers inside her, curling them up just right as the pace of his tongue quickened.

"Oh fuck...Brian..." she whimpered, and tightening the hold she had on his hair cried out as she came hard. Groaning, he continued to tease her with his tongue until she calmed down, and pulling back crawled up her. Leaning down, he kissed her deeply before getting up on his knees and pulling her up to a sitting position. She immediately noticed he had already removed his pants, and watched as he reached in to pull out his already hard cock before moving to where he was kneeling in front of her over her lap.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he forced her to look up at him and demanded in a low voice, "Suck my cock." Not needing to be told twice, she immediately took him in her hand and ran her tongue along the tip before taking him down her throat. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he hissed, tightening his hold on her hair. As she massaged the underside of his cock with her tongue while applying just the right amount of suction, her hands ran along his ass and thighs, on occasion giving a playful scratch here and there. "You're such a good little cock sucking slut, aren't you princess?" he murmured, his hips beginning to thrust into her motions. Looking up at him, she nodded, a twinkle in her eyes from his praise. "Do you like sucking daddy's cock?" he added, and with a small moan she nodded once more. Needing more than her mouth, he pulled back and quickly pinned her down with his body, kissing her as he rhythmically arched into her to run his length against her clit.

"Please...I need it," she quietly begged, and cried out when he suddenly thrusted deep into her with a quick snap of his hips.

"Is that what you wanted?" he asked through gritted teeth, pounding into her as he braced himself up on his hands. Quickly, she nodded as her legs locked around his waist. "I bet you do, you fucking slut," he growled as he wrapped a hand around her throat, making her eyes roll back when he squeezed.

"I'm your slut, daddy," she whimpered, making him grow harder yet. "Oh god...oh god..." she panted, that coil in her quickly tightening, when he abruptly stopped, making her let out a groan of frustration.

"Did I say you come, slut?" he asked harshly, his eyes burning into her.

"No...I'm sorry..." she said in a tiny voice, and squeaked when he suddenly pulled on her legs to loosen them from around his waist.

"I'm sick of seeing your fucking face," he replied, and roughly flipped her over. She gave a yelp of surprise when he yanked her hips up, forcing her up on her knees, and suddenly slammed back into her. "God, your pussy feels so good," he growled as he immediately went back to pounding into her, his hands squeezing her hips so hard she knew there would be bruises. "Have you been letting other cocks fuck you while I've been gone?" When she simply shook her head he grabbed her hair and yanked hard, forcing her head back. "I can't fucking hear you, bitch."

"No, no...I haven't..." she whined, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain yet not wanting him to stop.

He gave a hard slap to her ass cheek. "Are you lying to me, you little slut?"

She cried out when he gave two more hard slaps. "No, I swear...I only want your cock."

He made a noise of approval. "That's right, princess...no one else can fuck you like I can, can they?"

"No...oh god," she gasped when he again began to make that pressure build.

"Are you getting close again?" She nodded. "Do you want me to make you come?"

"Yes, please...please..." she begged, each plunge bringing her closer.

Wanting to get her there with him, he reached down to caress her clit with his fingers, moving in quick circles which mirrored the pace of his thrusts. "Come all over my cock," he demanded, his nails biting hard in her hip as he teetered on the edge with her.

"Oh god, I'm coming...come in me, please come in me," she begged, and at her pleas he promptly joined her, their moans intermingled as they came together.

He stayed still for a moment, wanting to stay in her warmth as long as possible, until finally he forced himself to carefully pull out of her before collapsing onto the bed next to her. Immediately, he wrapped her up tight in his arms, and noticed how hard she was trembling. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly, softly brushing her hair back before tenderly cupping her cheek.

She nodded. "Yeah, I just need a second," she replied, and buried herself into him when he held her closer.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked as he caressed her back and hair.

"I mean..."

"Ok, let me rephrase myself brat: did I take it too far?"

She gave a small giggle at him calling her a brat. "I'm okay, Brian. I know how to let you know if it's too much."

Remaining silent, he closed his eyes as he breathed in the scent of her hair before pressing a kiss to the crown of her head and commenting, "I just worry...you're so tiny, I feel like I'm going to break you, but in that moment I just..."

Leaning up she gave him a soft kiss. "I promise, I'm okay," she reassured her, and giving her a small smile he kissed her again. "What time is it?"

He glances at the alarm clock. "About two thirty in the morning."

She groaned in disapproval, making him smirk. "I thought you weren't going to be getting back until closer to ten tomorrow morning? Or, I guess ten this morning, now."

He gave a shrug. "Shit happens," he replied, and she could not help but to give a small laugh. "I didn't hear you complaining about how I let you know I was home, though."

She blushed at his comment. "It was a pretty good wake up call, I'll give you that," she commented, making him laugh. Growing serious, she pressed her face into his chest and breathed in his scent before adding quietly, "I'm so glad you're home...I missed you."

He smiled at her confession. "I missed you too, princess," he murmured, and having her adjust to where her back was pressed into him he cradled her tightly to his chest, the two of them falling asleep contently entangled together.