The Parisian Billionaire Sugar Daddy AgencyA Billionaire Age Play & Spanking Romance by S. L. Finlay

Author:S. L. Finlay [Finlay, S. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-04-26T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

After buying my first French lingerie, I did spend more time than I would like to admit trying it on at home and checking myself out in the mirror. It became a nightly ritual after French language classes, trying on my lingerie and walking around my apartment for a while, feeling it against my skin and imagining Daddy there, watching me strut around the apartment. I imagined him sitting on one of my couches, hard cock growing in his pants as I walked past him, wiggling my bum and shooting him a big, cheeky smile.

Daddy would have loved to see me like that, I imagined. I imagined him being excited seeing me in this lingerie, and letting out my inner sex kitten.

I had never been much of a sex kitten before, but I felt like if anyone could bring that out in me, it was this sexy older man. It had to be him who taught me about my own sensuality, the sensuality I was discovering living in Paris, the most beautiful, romantic and sensual place I had ever been in my short life.

I would imagine Daddy laying me down on the bed and touching my small body as if it were his, every finger claiming me.

As I imagined, I touched myself. As I would think about his fingers on my skin, my fingers would be right where I had just imagined his. As I imagined him pinching my nipples, I pinched my own nipples. Then when I was so turned on I could hardly take it, I would push my fingers inside my warm, wet pussy and imagine they were Daddy's fingers.

Before I met Daddy when I would touch myself, I would always do so softly, sweetly. Now I had met Daddy, I imagined his touch to be rougher. I imagined his fingers frenzied as he grew more excited listening to my moans, to my heavy breathing, to my pleading for more. To my desires to please him.

It was a strong desire, and growing all the time, this need to please my Daddy. I wondered what he liked sexually - even as I told myself afterward, always told myself that this wasn't a sexual arrangement - I wondered if he would enjoy fingering me as much as I enjoyed fingering me while I thought of him, as much as I imagined he would enjoy it. The man I imagined and the man I was imaging could be totally different people, but I hoped not. I hoped Daddy was just as sexual and had just as much of a need to be pleased as I hoped he had.

I wondered if Daddy liked blow jobs, the feel of his stiff cock enterering a warm, willing mouth. I wondered if Daddy would like my pussy, so tight and ready for him. I wondered if he would enjoy thrusting into me for the first time, and feeling my tightness around him, or feeling my pussy grip him as he bought me to orgasm.

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