Lucky

This is an attempt at dual pov. CW for NSFW and use of Daddy.

I’m really late. This was all planned out. She’s going to be absolutely fucking furious with me. Which is one of the greatest turns on in my life. When she gets worked up about work. Worked up about her shows. Worked up about her hair. Drives me crazy. God, she’s perfect for me. Not perfect as in a specimen, but gloriously the embodiment of all I desire. 

I’m late and going to fuck her silly. I can’t wait. Lucky me. 

*** 

I despise it when people are late. I hate it when I’m late. The bus is late. My sushi. My period. Anything. Be on time. Mostly because it makes me anxious. My brain cycles through all the things that have gone wrong to cause the lateness. Ah, the bus is late, it caught fire at the depot wiping out the entire fleet. Don’t be late. That’s all I ask. 

He’s late. And no matter how perturbed I am about that I’m going to get devoured. Lucky me. 

** 

Where are you hiding, I think, when I drop my bag and keys at the front door. Greet the wagging-tailed dog. Sorry pal, I’ll get to you later. What is the game tonight? It’s well past dinner now. You didn’t answer my most recent text. Worse, you left me on read. I know I’m late but sometimes that happens and it can’t be helped and shit, I’m the one getting worked up. I pull my shirt from my trousers, chuck off my shoes, and start through the house. 

I’m going to get lucky. 

**

I’m not really hiding. But I guess I decided to avoid being in the living room when he came home. I’d have sat there fuming and then not fumed at all the moment I saw him. That’s less fun. Sometimes he has to work for it. I think that’s fair. Yes. Fair. So fair that I had a bath during the delay and am extra soft in all the extra soft places. 

I’m going to get lucky. 

**

All the lights are off. I’m on to this now. I pass the kitchen and see the unopened bottle of wine on the counter and suddenly feel very parched. Later. Climbing the stairs the soft light from the bedroom puddles in the hall. It’s very quiet. I unbuckle my belt. What will I find? My mind is humming, my dick is hard and we haven’t even started anything yet. 

We sure are lucky. 

** 

I didn’t even dress “special” for tonight. After my bath I put my fave knee-high socks on, my fave football team tee on and nothing else. If I put my hair up I’d be ready for sleepy time. Good thing I’m not ready for that yet. My heart is thumping and Lord knows my cunt is slick in anticipation. 

We sure are lucky. 

**

I don’t say anything as I push open the door. Just the bedside lamp is on. I’m so happy I got talked into dimmers for those. The low light makes everything dreamy and being with her is always like that. Like I’m dreaming. A dream where she drives me crazy and makes me talk incessantly about her nerd shit, even when she’s on her knees. It’s a waking dream I never want to end. 

Eyes adjusting to the light, I see her now. There she sits in the middle of the bed. She looks so fresh. I can smell her skin from here. She’s had a bath. Her face is still pinky from the steam and my mouth waters. She’s going to be soft. She’s going to gift me with her warm and wet cunt. 

“Hi, sweetheart.”

She blushes. I didn’t call her anything dirty or filthy. Just her endearment and that’s enough to know she’s ready for games. Ready to take me on. 

How did I get so lucky?

**

He’s here now. I’m so happy. I mean I’m happy every day. Even in the lean times and stressful times. I get him all to myself. His laugh and arms and hands and belly and beard. All to myself. 

He worries too much. Too hard on himself. He gives everyone so much he forgets himself at times. That’s where I know I come in. I gift him over and over so he can give back. It’s too wonderful for words. 

“Hi, Daddy.”

He smiles. Broad and warm. Even if I know he’ll remind me shortly when his dick bruises the back of my throat about leaving him on read. But what was I to do, just reply? Silly, Daddy. 

How did I get so lucky? 

**

She’s buried her face in my lap now. The caress of her tongue is feathery over the slit of my dick. Her tongue glides over that spot on the underside and gently sucks. She hums when she does this. She doesn’t know. I’m not going to tell her either. I love it. 

I tied her arms behind her back with my belt. The metronome cadence of the buckle clangs in time with her mouth. Suck. Kiss. Hum. I’d lose myself just in that mouth if I wasn’t so greedy. Suck. Kiss. Hum. Greedy. 

I push her off now. Onto her back. Push that stupid team tee up past her tits. She is so lush and with skin like velvet. Her cunt is soaked in her arousal. I can’t wait to add mine to it. The low light dances in the whorls of her hair. I recall I was parched and go in for a drink now.

A long lick along her centre crease slit. I love tasting her. Love teasing her with my fingers. Love watching her squirm and pant and hearing her beg. Love holding her thighs open with my big hands and watching bruises form. Am a fool for it all. 

“Don’t stop.” Said so softly I might have missed it. But she knows I heard. 

All I can think is don’t stop, don’t stop. I know he heard me. I know he heard me when he flips me over and clasps his hand over my belted wrists. Know he heard me when I feel him fill me with a long moan. Know he heard me when he cocoons his body over mine and whispers, “You’re mine, tell me.”

“You own me. You own me.”

And with hips bearing down and grinding into my sweet worshipped pussy, he rides me hard. He primes me so well that I know he’ll leave palm marks on the heart-shaped ass he never tires of telling me about. 

Her pussy squeezes me so tight I think I see stars. My mind is razed. My body can’t help but follow. My dick feels like it has never been fucked so well, for so long. Her legs shudder against my thighs and no longer able to wait, I fill her. And just before I collapse I gather her to me and think, how quickly can we do that again?

**

My wrists are a little sore but that was only the pre-show. The amuse bouche of dicked down as it were. That was the romance. The mushy stuff. Now I’ll really get it. 

**

My pet looks glowy and sexy as I rub her wrists. I keep hoping one day soon she’ll agree to let me rip the entirety of her tee. To be fair I don’t really care. Because now she’s going to really get it.

**

A satisfied sigh from us both, and in unison, “How do you feel?”

“Lucky.”

K/ xx