CONTENT NOTE: Sexual fantasy theme. The following in this piece are pet names. All are consenting adults (obviously). 

Those words. Those words melt me every single time. The way he comes up behind me, caresses my hair over my shoulder, placing gentle, possessive kisses along the back of my neck.

He grinds his rock solid cock, straining against his trousers, against my ass with a growl. He bites down on my shoulder. I gasp. Reaching round, he massages my breasts, twisting my nipples in between his fingers.

Then he says it. Those words. Fuck, those words that turn me to jelly in his big arms.

‘Bend over for Daddy…’

I obey, pressing my breasts into the mattress, as he unbuckles his belt and slides inside me. Such exquisite friction sends my mind afloat as he presses his hand into my upper back, pinning me down. I grab the sheets, taking the pleasure he gives me. No one else can do it like him. Especially with those goddamn words.