Later

 **Another cross post from the now defunct other blog – cuz while I closed the blog, I don’t want the words to vanish**

“I’m going to have that ass later”.

Later never came. She waited, sitting at her computer a few feet from his far longer than she wanted to in her drowsy state. She curled up tight in her chair, nose in a book, the sound of him typing and typing and typing aggravating her as it meant he was definitely not thinking about later. Eventually she moved to the bedroom, flopping her nude curves onto the bed in plain sight if he’d just glance up from the keyboard…

He didn’t. In fact he crawled into bed a bit later and simply rolled over with a “goodnight, puss” and appeared to drift off.

So she resigned to simply go to sleep, a tinge of disappointment coloring her mood as she began to doze.

She woke, quite suddenly, to the feel of a warm, large hand caressing her hip. She was on her side and the hand made a path… from hip to dip around the front of her, caressing that spot just above her suddenly throbbing pussy and back again, over the curve of her hip and around her bottom, a finger dipping between her cheeks and then back to the start…
She had no idea how long he’d been tracing that same path while she slept. The ache between her thighs said it had been awhile.
She struggled to control her breathing, to appear to still be asleep, silently luxuriating in the heat of his palm as it ran over and over and over her flesh – unwilling to let him know she was awake for fear he would stop…
Minutes passed and the focus shifted some, that lone dipping finger lingering between her cheeks, probing lightly at the hole between them, tracing it leisurely before returning to it’s caressing of hip, over and over the same path until the smallest of moans crept from her throat.
The hand vanished then.
Only to return as a dampened finger, teasing more intensely at the entrance to her ass.
Again, only a new path, as he dragged the finger along her crack and around her hole and then back to his mouth to wet it more, dipping slightly deeper into her ass with every circuit.

She was definitely awake now and he was certainly aware of it, though neither of them spoke.

The repeated teasing revved itself up into a blatant fingering of her ass, the small moan shifted to louder ones, the curve of her hips and ass began to press back, into his finger, her breathing became hitchy, a bit ragged…

And then the feel of his dick, swollen and thick, against that damp, hungry hole.

Finally…

Finally he was having her ass.

Stretching her with his cock, settling it deep between her cheeks, pressing inside that hole as she arched and ground herself against him.

When he rolled her over to her belly and drove it home, deep and sure, there was nothing, nothing but the feel of him invading, claiming, filling her ass. Nothing but the heaven of his thick dick stroking inside her tight hole…

Whimpers, moans… a thumb slipped between her lips… she always seemed to suck her thumb when he used her ass…

And the word Daddy stuck in her throat, threatened to spill out as he fucked her, claiming her ass as his. She called him Daddy plenty at other times but she always bit back the word during sex.

Strange how vulnerable and little girl like an ass fuck always made her feel.
She wondered what he’d do when that “daddy” eventually slipped out while his dick was buried in her ass. Wondered if he’d moan, if his hands would tighten on her in pleasure and ownership. Or if it would startle him…

Someday they’d find out, she had no doubt.

For now, she ground into him, arching and reveling in the “having” of her ass.

Later… gods, how she loved later.