[M4F] Daddy's friend.

Hi! I'm keen to find a role play partner to create a scene and give life to the female character. I want an active participant not then anything, the story etc. isn't as important but below is a scene I had fun writing;

He didn't touch her, not yet, but the air between them was thick enough to choke on, humming with the kind of static that precedes a violent storm. He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze heavy and deliberate, tracking the way her chest heaved under that thin tantilising but innocent dress she wore. He was old enough to be her father, but the way he looked at her wasn't paternal; it was predatory, wrapped in a velvet layer of patience that made her skin itch with a desperate, aching need.

“You're shaking, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice a low, granular rumble that vibrated right in the pit of her stomach. He finally moved, the slow slide of his shoes on the hardwood the only sound in the room. He stopped just inches away, the scent of expensive tobacco and cologne enveloping her like a shroud. He reached out, not to grab, but to let a single, calloused thumb graze the sensitive line of her jaw, tilting her face up. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is, looking at me with those wide, hungry eyes while your father could arrive at any moment?” He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, with his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “Tell me exactly how much you want to be ruined by me, and maybe I'll decide to stop being a gentleman.”

The word “gentleman” died in the air as his hand slid from her jaw to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair to tilt her head back at a punishing angle. He didn't wait for her to answer; he just claimed her mouth in a kiss that tasted of dominance and desperation, his tongue sliding against hers with a territorial hunger. He backed her into the wall, the thud of her shoulder blades against the plaster echoing the frantic hammer of her heart. He didn't strip her, not yet, he just hiked that thin dress up to her waist, his palm slamming against the wet heat of her cunt through the lace of her panties.

“Look at you,” he growled, his voice a rough edge against her skin. “Dripping for me before I’ve even touched a single inch of skin.”

He hooked two fingers into the waistband of her lace and ripped them down, exposing her pussy to the cool air for a heartbeat before he buried his hand in her, his fingers sliding deep into her soaking heat. She let out a sharp, broken moan, her hips bucking instinctively against his hand. He chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound in his chest. He stepped back just enough to free himself, his cock thick and pulsing, straining against the fabric of his pants. He didn't waste time with fumbling; he freed himself, the head of his cock glistening, raw and demanding.

He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he guided himself to her entrance. He paused for a second, the tip of his cock teasing the opening of her pussy, teasing the clit that was swollen and throbbing. Then, with one slow, deliberate surge, he buried himself inside her, filling her completely, stretching her until she let out a choked scream of pleasure. He started to move, deep, rhythmic thrusts that hit her cervix with a blunt force that made her vision blur. He wasn't being gentle anymore; he was fucking her with a focused intensity, his cock sliding through her cream with a wet, slapping sound that filled the quiet room. Every thrust was a claim, every groan from his throat a reminder that she belonged to him in this moment, and god help her, she was coming apart under him.