Daddy’s words light me up. I’m instantly eager to prove myself.
I’d bet anything he wants me to do just that.
Reaching up, I take hold of his waistband. I’m careful as I lift it and stretch the fabric to fit over his length.
The second his hard cock is revealed, I feel all my resolve to savor this fly out the window. How can I be patient when something so beautiful wants my attention?
I lean forward, breaths heavy with excitement.
“That’s it, baby. You want it real bad, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say with a slight whine.
I trail my tongue from base to tip, delighting in his salty flavor. His scent fills my lungs as I move, further adding to the experience. His hands remain behind his head as I lap against him like he’s a special treat I want to savor.
And that’s exactly what I do.
I enjoy every inch of him.
Licking. Sucking. Exploring. I make sure not a single millimeter of him isn’t touched. If I thought he’d let me, I’d rim him too. I don’t think he’d have the patience though. He’s already on edge.
“Daddy,” I pant as I lean my head against his thigh.
“Yes, baby?” His voice is all grit and need.
I grip his cock, running my hand up and down slowly. “Will you let me sit on it?”
His length throbs in my grip. I have to hold back the grin I want to let out at his reaction. Especially since his face remains stoic.
“Already answered that.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s right. I can do whatever I want.”
He nods, only to freeze when I grip his base and slap the side of my face. I moan at the movement before repeating it twice more.
Since my eyes close on the third pass, I miss the minute Daddy’s resolve breaks. The next thing I know, I’m being lifted to a standing position and my clothes are being tugged free.
Daddy mutters under his breath, “Goddamn. Need you, baby. Need inside that beautiful ass right now.”
I shiver at the way he talks about my body. It makes me feel sexy. Makes me feel wanted.
When he reaches my still dry pull-up, he doesn’t even wait to ease it down. Daddy rips the side tabs open then lets it drop to the floor. My cock springs up, slapping my belly.
“Get up here.”
His tone is forceful but not mean. I know the man means business right now. No more messing around.
I ease down over him. My hands land on his shoulders to stabilize myself.
“Wait,” he says a second later.
“WHAT?! No, Daddy. No. I want it. I need it. Please don’t stop us.” The tantrum comes out of nowhere as my anxiety takes over.
His hands cup my face, holding me still. “I’m not saying no to this, baby. I’m stopping to get some lube. Hurting you isn’t an option.”
I gulp as tears pour down my face. “Oh,” I whisper.
He kisses me softly, then eases me on the couch as he rushes over to one of the boxes we didn’t unpack. I wondered why we didn’t get everything out of it too. When he produces lube and condoms from it a second later, I realize why.
