One taste isn't enough.
I need to taste his cum. I need to swallow it. Fill my tongue, my throat, and then my stomach with everything he has to offer.
Stealing a glance, I see his eyes are closed, but… was that a twitch in his jaw? A shift in his breath? I ignore it, too hungry to stop.
I lick again, longer this time, then take him into my mouth. His cock thickens against my tongue almost instantly. I close my eyes, savoring the way he fills me.
A low moan escapes him, and my heart stutters. His eyes are still closed, his breathing is a bit more laboured, but that's normal.
I bob my head, swallowing him deeper, swirling my tongue, worshipping every inch. Several times I choke, and I don't even know if I woke him. I just lose myself in the feeling of Daddy's cock filling my mouth.
My hand drifts to his balls, rolling them gently, and his hips lift off the bed in a sudden thrust. I choke again, eyes flying open.
Fuck.
Daddy's thrusting into my mouth like he owns it, like my lips are driving him crazy even in his sleep, like he knows this is where his cock always should be.
Between my lips, between my asscheeks, inside my hole.
I abandon restraint. I suck harder, moaning around him, swallowing every time he hits the back of my throat. My noises mix with his, filling the room.
His hand suddenly fists in my hair, and with one last thrusts he stills and let's out a low moan. Hot, thick cum floods my throat, and I swallow greedily, refusing to waste a drop. All his cum is mine.
I come untouched in my pants, whimpering at the overwhelming pleasure.
As his orgasm fades, his hand loosens, sliding down to graze my cheek before falling away. His breathing evens out. Was he asleep or was he awake? I'm not sure, and I don't care.
I stay there, lips sealed around his softening cock, sucking lazily and carefully, drunk on the taste of him. I don't want to let go.
Eventually, he hardens again, and like the good boy I am, I take him back down until he spills into me a second time.
Full of Daddy's cum, drunk on the feeling of his cock, I finally pull away. I whisper, "Thank you for tonight, Daddy," before slipping silently from the room.
My legs shake, my lips are swollen, and my body hums. But the smile on my face can't be erased.
Tonight was only the first of many.
I brought my Daddy to pleasure. Twice.
Even in his sleep, he knew I would always take care of him. That's all that matters. My Daddy knows where he belongs. With me.
Chapter thirteen
Ezrah
I've never slept better in my life. I feel energized, rested, and ready for the day ahead.
I freshen up quickly, pull on some clothes, and head to the kitchen. I find Sebastian humming and swaying to a tune only he can hear.
A chuckle slips from me, louder than I intended, because he turns at one. The smile that breaks over his face stops me dead.
His whole face lights up. With his pink hair and blue-green eyes, he looks almost angelic.
The sudden urge to ruffle his hair, to mess him up a bit, comes out of nowhere. I fight it, wondering what the fuck is wrong with me.
"Good morning, Daddy," he says, still smiling brightly.
I swallow and nod, not trusting my voice. Again, it would be the perfect moment to bring up the Daddy thing, but I don'twant to ruin his morning. Only to myself will I admit that a part of me enjoys the way he calls me that.
