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Daddy: Now, go into your bathroom. I left you another gift.
I blink and reread the message.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Please tell me he did.
I’m breathless and full of anticipation when I throw open the bathroom door, and sure enough, a condom is laid in the sink. A full condom.
Oh my god, yes. This is perfect.
My mouth waters, and my fingers scramble on the keys of my phone.
Me: Thank you, Daddy.
I chew on my lip before quickly messaging again.
Me: What should I do with it?
Daddy: I want you to put my cum on your lips and send me a photo.
“Oh god, that’s hot,” I pant.
Daddy: Daddy needs to know you’ve done what I’ve asked.
Me: Okay.
I place the phone down on the bathroom counter, then pick up the condom and study it. It’s filled way more than I expected, and the idea of Jensen being so virile only adds to my heightened arousal.
Daddy: Hurry baby, Daddy wants to see.
Holy shit, he’s as desperate as I am.
I use my nails to pierce it, and his cum soaks my fingers. It’s thick and sticky, and my mouth waters to sample it. “Oh god. I’m really touching him.” Then I bring my fingers to my lips and gawp at my reflection in the mirror as I paint my lips with his white seed before greedily adding more.
Thick cum coats my lips, and I apply more of it until it drips onto my chin. Then I lift my phone and take a photo, strategically parting my lips and keeping my eyes hooded.
Daddy: Fucking beautiful.
Daddy: I’m so hard right now.
Oh god, I made him hard. Me.
Daddy: My stunning little nightmare.
Me: Only for you Daddy.
He’ll like that. I know how protective Jensen is over me, and now that he’s delving into his inner desires, he’s only going to be more so.
Daddy: Damn fucking right, only me. You’re Daddy’s girl.
Daddy’s girl. I practically swoon on the spot, and then an idea hits me. One I know he will love.
Me: I like how you taste.
Daddy: Jesus, Immie. You drive me insane.
Happiness flutters through me, and another thought hits me. “Give him more.” I lick my lips as I contemplate my next move.
