Chapter 5 - Ali Part 1 (1/2)

”Do you wanna come over?”

My eyes scan over the text repeatedly, this feels like my mind is playing some sort of trick on me.

My hands shake slightly as I type my reply, ”Right now, darlin?”

I click the send buŧŧon and take a deep breath as I sink into my couch.

”Well fuċk, if she's being serious I might as well go get ready.”

I think to myself as I stand up and walk to the bathroom, looking at my scruffy face in the mirror.

”Yeah, that shits gotta go.”

I laugh slightly as I pick up my razor and start shaving my face, watching as the stubble falls off and I begin to look decent.

As soon as I'm done, I hop in the shower and cut on the hot water, letting it calm my nerves.

I hear another ding from my phone, but I zone out slightly as the water hits me.

Amber doesn't truly know what made her finally text him, maybe it's all of his stories or maybe she's just curious.

Her eyes scan over his text and she types a fast response, then starts to get ready for him.

She walks to her closet and looks at her giant selection of clothes.

She wants to tease the living shit out of him, literally drive him crazy with ŀust.

That's when her eyes land on the LBD she saves for special occasions.

”Perfect.”

She thinks to herself as a smirk spreads across her face, her mind running wild with fantasies of what might happen later.

I get out of the shower and start to dry off, looking at my phone as I do.

”Give me thirty mins, then get your ȧss over here.”

I read the text and check the time stamp, it's from fifteen minutes ago, so I stop bullshitting and start to get ready.

My hands are still shaking slightly, because fuċk I am nervous.

This woman is absolutely stunning and she's expecting for me to fuċk her world up.

I slap myself slightly to come back to reality, then spray on my favorite cologne and grab my keys.

Time to go.

Amber looks in the mirror one last time, before smiling slightly as she does a spin.

The dress frames her body perfectly, plus it matches her black lipstick and nails perfectly.

This is all topped off by a pair of 4” black stiletto heels.

She looks fuċkɨnġ amazing and she's pretty sure he'll get the message.

She checks her phone and he's late, so she goes to text him ”Hey whe-.”

I stand outside and wait for her to answer, my heart is pounding in my ċhėst.

I've never felt this kind of anxiety before, but I push it to the back of my head as the door starts to open.

My mouth instantly drops as I see her.

”Jesus fuċkɨnġ Christ.”

I mumble to myself as my eyes run up and down her perfect body.

”What? Something wrong?”

She asks with a smirk as she steps to the side and invites him in.

She can already see the bulge in his joggers, she knew he'd love this outfit.

I step inside and laugh slightly as she closes the door.

You just look breathtaking.”

I smile slightly and take a deep breath, she looks so fuċkɨnġ good I wanna take her right here.

”Well thank you, daddy.”

She says with a wicked smile as she walks by him, his eyes are glued to her ȧss and she fuċkɨnġ loves it.

This outfit is doing everything she wanted it to.

I groan softly as I follow her and resist the urge to grab her little ȧss.

”God please forgive me, for I know not what I do.”

I think to myself as my mind starts racing, she's driving me crazy and it's getting harder to resist.

Amber turns around and she can see the look in his eyes, he's waiting for her to make a move.

”Daddy....”

She says softly as she stands a few feet away and looks into his eyes.

”Fuck.”

I think to myself as I look back into her eyes.

”Yes darlin?”

I say as my adrenaline starts flowing and the nervousness melts away.

”Stop being a pussƴ and show me that you're a true daddy.”

She says with a smirk as she never breaks eye contact.

I don't even think as I step forward and grab her by the throat with my left hand.

I think to myself as I run my hand up her dress, feeling no pȧntɨės and nothing but wetness.

She whimpers softly as his hand wraps around her throat, but she doesn't fight it.

It feels so fuċkɨnġ good.

She can't help but mȯȧn softly as his fingers brush against her mound.

”Once I start, there's no going back darlin.”

I growl in her ear as I tighten my grip on her throat, easily finding her ċŀɨt and rubbing it softly.

”Take me, daddy.”

She whimpers out as she feels her pussƴ throb, she fuċkɨnġ needs this and there's no doubt about it.

She's been craving the presence of a dominant man, and she's finally found it.

I spin her around with ease and push her face down into the couch, moving my hands to her hɨps as I pull up her dress.

Her little pussƴ looks so perfect and it's just begging to be tonguefucked.

I lean forward and wrap my mouth around it, using my tongue to spread her slits.

My tongue starts to gently trace around her hole, teasing it as I move my hand down to her ċŀɨt.

I start rubbing in small circles as I slide my tongue into her tight hole.

”FUCK!!”

She mȯȧns as he starts rubbing her ċŀɨt and tonguefucking her, it feels so fuċkɨnġ good that her legs are already shaking slightly.

She starts to push her ȧss back against his tongue, wanting to feel his tongue go as deep as possible.

I laugh slightly as I feel her start pushing back, but pull away and grab a handful of hair.

I yank her head back and slap her ȧss, holding her still as I push my bulge against her.

”Bitch, daddy didn't give you permission to throw your ȧss back.

You fuċkɨnġ ask me before you do something, am I understood?”

I ask as I slap her ȧss again and start to bite her neck.

”Oh fuċk yes, daddy. I'm sorry, daddy.”

She whimpers as her pussƴ throbs, his bulge feels so fuċkɨnġ big and he's suċkɨnġ her neck.

”Shit, fuċk!”

She mȯȧns as pure ecstasy fills her body, she's done doubting and he can do whatever the fuċk her wants.

”Good girl.”

I say as I stand up and flip her onto her back, dropping to my knees instantly.

I pin her legs back and start tonguefucking her again, ŀɨċkɨnġ so deep that my tongue hurts as I grab her tɨts through her dress.

”FUCK!”

I snarl as I stand up and grab the dress, ripping it straight down the middle.

I don't even give her time to react as I lean down and start biting her nɨppŀės, pulling on them with my teeth as I pull my ċȯċk out.

”Holy fuċkɨnġ shit.”

She squeals as her eyes lock on to his ċȯċk and he bites her nɨppŀės.

”Daddy... I thought you said you didn't wanna Fuck.”

She whimpers as she reaches out and starts stroking it softly.

”God, it's so fuċkɨnġ big.”

She thinks to herself as she keeps stroking it, mȯȧning softly as it throbs in her hand.

”Shit changes, whore... Is that a fuċkɨnġ problem?”

I snarl as I lean up from her nɨppŀės and look into her eyes, her hand feels so good stroking me.

”God no, fuċk me daddy.”

She mȯȧns as she strokes harder and spits on it.

”Daddy, needs some lube and plus your lips look so good with that black lipstick.”