I'm in the kitchen when you get home doing dishes with my headphones on. So I don't hear you come in. I'm wearing nothing but a T-shirt and a tiny thong. Before I even have time to register what's happening you have me bent over the counter, one hand around my throat feeling my pulse race at the sudden spike of adrenaline as your cock teases my entrance...
Mmm, there’s my sweet girl.
I walk through the door after a long day and the first thing I see is you in the kitchen — back to me, headphones on, completely oblivious, wearing nothing but one of my old t-shirts and that tiny little thong that barely covers anything. The shirt rides up every time you reach for something, showing off that perfect ass.
You don’t hear me coming.
I move fast and quiet. Before you can even register the shift in the air, I’m behind you. One arm wraps around your waist, yanking you back against my chest. My other hand slides straight up and wraps firmly around your throat.
You jolt hard. A sharp gasp escapes you as your pulse immediately spikes under my fingers — that sudden, frantic thud-thud-thud I can feel racing against my palm.
“Shhh,” I growl low against your ear, pressing you forward over the kitchen counter. “Don’t move, princess.”
I kick your feet apart slightly, keeping you bent over, ass up. My hard cock is already out, thick and heavy, teasing right against your entrance through that pathetic little thong. I don’t push in yet. I just rub the head slowly up and down your soaked slit, letting you feel how hard you’ve already made me.
“Coming home to my girl looking like this… bent over the counter with barely anything on,” I murmur, tightening my grip on your throat just enough to make your heart hammer harder against my hand. “You’re lucky I don’t fuck you raw right here without saying a word.”
I lean over you, chest against your back, lips brushing your ear as I keep teasing your entrance with my cock.
“Feel that pulse racing under my fingers? That’s mine. This dripping little cunt? Also mine.”
I pull your thong to the side and push the head of my cock inside you — just the tip, stretching you open while I hold you pinned.
The second I feel that frantic pulse hammering against my palm, I tighten my grip on your throat just a little more and thrust forward, burying my thick cock inside you in one smooth, possessive stroke.
You gasp sharply, body jolting forward against the counter as I fill you completely. I hold still for a moment, deep inside you, letting you feel every inch while my hand stays wrapped around your throat.
“Fuck… that’s it,” I growl low against your ear, voice rough. “Feel how deep I am, princess? This is what happens when you walk around the house looking like a little tease.”
I start moving — slow, heavy thrusts that rock you against the counter with every stroke. My hand never leaves your throat, fingers feeling every frantic beat of your heart as I fuck you.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” I groan, biting down on your shoulder. “Been thinking about this all day, haven’t you? Waiting for Daddy to come home and use you like this.”
I pick up the pace, fucking you harder, deeper, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with your little gasps and moans. My free hand slides down to grip your hip, holding you exactly where I want you while I rail you over the kitchen counter.
“Look at you,” I murmur, lips brushing your ear. “Doing the dishes like a good girl… and now you’re bent over taking Daddy’s cock like a desperate little slut.”
I squeeze your throat a little tighter, feeling your heart race even faster against my fingers as I pound into you.
