Daddy says Goodnight

When I think of you and I can't be near you, I generally have the same fantasy. I know it's silly, and I wish it were something grander with bruises and tears, but I guess I'm far more banal than I seem sometimes.

I picture laying on my side. I'm naked, dozing off to sleep, hands perched underneath my head, half here and half already gone. I feel you slide behind me. In my languid state I curl back against you. I like being overwhelmed by your body.

Your movements are slow and soft, approaching a tenderness that I cannot fully appreciate while I am half asleep. Your hands trail my sides, making me react just slightly, shifting towards you, tickled just slightly by the rough tips of your fingers. Your chin, your nose is tickled by my hair, splayed out on the pillow.

Your softness, though, is momentary. One hand clamps over my mouth while the other digs between my legs. I try and breathe in, to gasp heartily at the startle but I find only the choking clamp of your fingers closed over my lips. I fight, my body pulling away from yours but my hip is held in place by your elbow and I have no where to go.

Your long fingers bury themselves into my cunt, which is just barely damp. I cry out into your hand, aching, feeling you stretch my cunt violently. You don't fuck me yet, simply hold your fingers there, letting them curl inside me. I fight, feeling a few tears breaking forward and running down into your hand. Even though I know it's you, I can still feel my softest flesh breaking. Both my tears and my blood are yours, and all I can do is hope that you can take pleasure from them.

Slowly my body adjusts, and instead of fighting you I begin fucking you back. I arch into the fingers as my cunt gets wetter and they begin to slide in and out, slicked with my cum. The pain from before now makes my cunt all the more sensitive. His thumb finds my clit and I push back against him.

My hand reaching back around to pull him closer. I reach to squeeze his hip but my fingers slip and simply grab onto the fabric of his shirt, simply inching it from the waistband of his trousers. I want to feel him. I press my lips into his hand, which is still tight on my mouth. I kiss, even as I struggle to breathe against his thick fingers. I want the taste of his fingers on my lips just as I want the ache of his fingers inside my cunt.

And they do ache. As he pushes in a third and then a fourth thick finger I struggle to keep composure. I cry out as my cunt hurts and wants more all at the same time. I will be so tender, so sore. His fingers are unrelenting and I whimper in full voice as I begin to hurt all over again. He wants me to hurt and I want to give him this hurt. He pulls the fourth finger out and I am so tender that the pleasure it creates is explosive. I am trembling.

His lips find my ear as he feels me about to cum. My pussy tightens and I struggle to speak, to beg to cum against his hand. His fingers relax as I choke out "please." I feel his breath on my ear as he whispers "cum, baby," a lilting drawl he tries so hard to hide coming through. He tries to hard to mask his roots, even in these moments, even though I love the sound of his voice, even as it betrays his cosmopolitan exterior.

I finally cum, shaking, dripping, and finally breathing. I curl against him as he pulls out his fingers, cloaked in my juices. He puts them into my mouth and I obediently suck and lick them clean, thanking him with my tongue. I breath deeply, slowly, letting the feeling of his breath guide me. My eyes remain closed.

I feel him pull back and I startle a little, trying to move towards him, trying to rectify the loss which was so instantly created. I hear him unzip his pants and pull out his cock and before I can open my mouth to say something, anything at all, he pushes me down and thrusts his swollen cock into my cunt.

I am so sensitive it feels like I am being torn apart from the inside. After his fingers, after cumming so hard for him, every nerve is tight and already tingling. I am writhing, over stimulated and too sensitive to feel anything more than overwhelmed. My eyes tighten and all I see are the flashes of light from my brain begging me to relax. I want to cry. There is too much happening to process, and I feel out of control of my body. There is tingling, there is trembling, there is tightening and all of it feels completely out of control.

I open my mouth and cry out into the pillow, begging him to stop. His hand is on my shoulder, his forearm over the blades, and his cock is pounding me. He is thick and rough inside me. My cunt is still dripping, still tensing. I can feel myself pump around him involuntarily. I have no control over the way my pussy tightens and quivers around his cock. I feel the weight of his chest as he strains. I feel the shudder of his groans.

His fingers squeeze so tightly on my shoulder I can practically see the purple welts begin to form. He strains, arching up and groaning louder. I still tremble underneath him, and I wonder if I am losing consciousness as the energy drains. Every time my body quakes, I feel less and less alive. The over-stimulation has made me at  best docile. He fucks me harder as the tensing in my cunt is slowly becoming less and less forceful - an echo of a fucking. I try and push back against him but I am so drained all I can do is receive his cock and then his cum. He holds my neck down as he thrusts on more time, draining wave after wave of hot cum into my cunt, which now whispers out the slightest of pulses.

He pulls out, zipping his pants up again and kisses my earlobe. "Sleep, baby." I have not the will, nor the energy to do anything more.