quickienewyork: Her window looks out onto Washington Square Park but she swears she doesn’t go
Her window looks out onto Washington Square Park but she swears she doesn’t go to NYU.
I should know better than to ask too many questions on a Tinder date. Especially after dinner and a few drinks. Especially after a kiss outside the bar that lingered for long delicious minutes. And especially after she brought me up to her room.
When I kissed her again she guided my hand between her legs. She wore nothing beneath her skirt and I felt her quickly open to my fingers as she moaned into my neck. When I pulled on her lip with my teeth and gripped her hair tightly in my other hand she looked into my eyes.
“Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?”
“Is that what you want, little girl?” I asked, more out of instinct than anything else.
We hadn’t so much as discussed sex over dinner let alone kink. Sure, I was older than her and I did notice her short plaid skirt and her Mary Janes but I didn’t want to make too many assumptions. The pigtails told me nothing. I swear.
She answered by kneeling. I gripped her sweater as she went down, pulling it over her head and tossing it in a corner. Her breasts were bare beneath it and I wondered if our lack of clarity was somewhat one-sided.
When she looked up, my cock in her hand just inches from her mouth, and a question on her lips, I realized she had done enough of the work for the evening. Maybe clarity wasn’t what it used to be or maybe it was something else.
And maybe I needed to stop thinking with my brain and use another part instead.
“Do you want to suck Daddy’s cock?” I asked, gripping her hair tighter. She moaned as she leaned back into my hand and nodded as she licked her lips.
“So badly. Please, let me taste it. Please Daddy?”
“Are you going to be a good girl?” I asked her, feeling her breath on me as I hovered near her, my cock brushing her lips. “Are you going to get me nice and hard so I can fuck your pretty little pussy?”
She nearly melted as the words left my mouth and then she was on me and around me, taking me between her warm lips as I pushed away every bit of doubt or hesitation I had. This was not an audition for a second date. It wasn’t a test to see if we might have a chance to become something.
It was exactly what it was, and as I pushed my cock into her throat, listened to her gag, and watched her drool, I finally stopped pretending it was anything else.
“Come here,” I growled, lifting her by her hair before grabbing her throat. Her eyes opened wide as she nodded and moaned through her pursed breath. She was soaking wet when I touched her, and I pushed two fingers inside her as I held her tightly, never looking away. We backed slowly towards her bed, and when I pushed, she fell, her legs open and her eyes closed.
I was on her a second later, my cock wet as it slid between her lips while I pinned her arms above her.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged as if she could read my mind. “Just fuck me, Daddy; please!”
Her voice was sweet and innocent but full of something else as well. It was urgent, eager, and scared. It was hungry, needy, and full of anticipation.
“Good girl,” I whispered as I pushed into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her eyes open wide as I began to fuck her, and the room vanished around us. I pinned both hands above her head, slammed into her hard, and then bit her neck with more hunger than I intended.
“Harder, Daddy,” she moaned, as I fucked her for all I was worth. My hands moved from her wrists to her throat and her clit and then back again. She wrapped her legs around me as I felt her start to come and I never once looked away.
“Please don’t come in me, Daddy,” she finally moaned, clenching so tightly I could barely stand it. I nodded almost imperceptibly as I fucked her faster, but when she was closest to me, her face in the crook of my neck, she whispered something else.
“You can totally come in me. Don’t listen when I beg you not to.”
I sat up enough to see our bodies joined in a dangerous dance; her expression changed in an instant. Her sweat covered skin was perfect and she took me within her every time I thrust the hardest.
“Please Daddy, please don’t. Anywhere but inside me!”
I moaned once more, unable to hold back, and then I fell upon her, kissing her mouth as I felt myself start to let go. She kissed me back as I came, flooding her pussy as she cried no and bit my tongue and chin. Her eyes were wide. Her legs were too. And as I felt her cry out one last time I pulled out so she could see the mistake we had made together.
“Fuck!” she screamed as she reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy frantically. “Fuck, that was so hot.”
I leaned back, watching her as she made herself come again, and I had never seen anything prettier.
“Such a good girl,” I whispered as I lay down next to her, holding her hand as she clenched around fingers and lifted her ass off the bed as she cried out one last time. “Such a good girl to let Daddy come inside her.”
Her moans moved to laughter and giggles as she shook her head and bit her lip, the last shivers of release leaving her. Her fingers were sticky and sweet as she finally slowed down and flopped her leg over mine as she turned to face me.
I opened my lips when she raised her hand to my mouth and tasted both of us.
“Fuck, that was fun. I’m so glad you went along with it. I’ve wanted to call someone Daddy forever.”
“That was your first time?” I asked, unsure if I believed her.
She nodded and kissed me again, her smile infectious and her hands tender. I felt old and grizzled next to her and I wondered if the years between us were passable. Or if they needed to be.
“You’re fun,” she said, sitting up and moving to the window. She opened it and lit a cigarette, still naked and beautiful.
“Glad I could help,” I said, standing up and pulling on my clothes. As I adjusted my tie, I stood next to her and pat her head gently. She sighed and leaned against me, letting me touch her with more affection than either of us probably expected.
Or deserved.
“I’m glad we went out. Thank you for dinner. And you know, the sex stuff.”
“It was my pleasure,” I said before turning to find the door. I took a deep breath unsure of what was next, but knowing it was either a beginning or an ending.
“Good luck,” she said, finally turning to watch me go. “I mean on Tinder. You’ll find someone you like, I’m sure of it. You’re a nice guy.”
“You too,” I said, before stepping out into the hallway.
Is that what nice guys do?
Outside the night air was warm and humid and I walked into the park without thinking. It was only eleven at night and I wondered if she had another date lined up. I smiled at the arch, waved at the fountain, and then turned around and headed downtown for a nightcap.
The bartender smiled when I walked in and she poured me a drink without asking.
-gny
Sat, 30 May 2020 08:49:47
