“Yeah, so?”
“Can you still be a side if you’re into women?”
“As long as I’m not sticking my dick anywhere or having one put in me, I think I can claim the title.”
“Get over here, Daddy.”
In a single motion, I hopped back up on the counter and pulled him back to me. I didn’t bother saying a word, but crashed our mouths together. Daddy’s hands gripped my thighs and pulled me tight.
Good morning to me.
“Damn, sugar, you’re one helluva wakeup,” Daddy said as he traced along the shell of my ear.
I was left feeling shaky in the wake of his mouth exploring me. Every pass, every touch woke something in me that craved him even more. I wanted to soak him in.
Daddy’s mouth found its way back to mine, and we slowly tasted each other. Now past the initial rush, I savored him and the moment. I wasn’t going to imagine our life six months, a year, or a lifetime from now because that had never worked out. I wasn’t going to let myself get distracted by a man and derail myself. But with Daddy kissing me, I could enjoy the moment for exactly what it was: a damn good time.
“If you’re thinking this much, I’m not doing this right.”
“Nah, Daddy, you’re doing it exactly right.”
His hand trailed down my chest until he reached the tiny nubs. I leaned back on my hands so Daddy had easier access, and he teased a nipple into his mouth. His tongue laved the right one, then his teeth gently nibbled. On the left side, his fingers pinched and pulled until I wasn’t sure which direction was up.
The beautiful ache in my body centered around my cock. My hips jerked and writhed, seeking some kind of friction to release the tension. My entire body felt like a pressure cooker with the lid getting tighter and tighter.
“Daddy, please.” I wasn’t sure exactly what I was asking for, but I knew whatever it was, only he could give it to me.
“Sugar, you want these off?” Daddy’s fingers teased the waistband of my training pants. After last night, there was no damn reason to be embarrassed about them, but I’d just remembered they were covered in fire engines and dalmatians. Words wouldn’t form, but I managed to nod. I wanted this too much.
Daddy eased them down over my hips, then tapped the sides of my ass for me to rise. Hygiene be damned—bleach could fix anything. He pulled one leg out, kissing his way down my thigh until he gently lifted it free. Once done, he retraced his steps with his mouth, easing the pants down the other leg. Daddy got distracted by my cock and abandoned the rest of the process, letting my underwear dangle from my foot.
He looked at me with so much wonder and awe. Never in my life had I felt more beautiful. His fingers lightly brushed over my cockhead, then he glanced up to confirm my permission. My slight smile sent him back to exploring my skin with his mouth and light touches of his fingertips. The waves of sensation left in his wake carried me closer and closer to the edge.
“You too, Daddy. I wanna see you.”
Daddy’s grin matched my own as I leaned back to watch him. Without another minute of hesitation, he tore his T-shirt off his head and tossed it somewhere. He made quick work of his boxer briefs that followed. Damn, he was pretty. His dick was thick and nestled in a bed of dark curls. His dick was a respectable six or seven inches—not so big that I couldn’t swallow him, which made him perfect.
My fully extended arms became too shaky to support me, so I dropped to my elbows. Daddy’s smug grin warmed me. My favorite kind of sex involved smiling, laughter, and fun. Right now, in this moment, in my kitchen, I felt so damn good—and it was all because of the cowboy next door.
When Daddy’s mouth dropped to my dick, it felt like a revelation. His tongue swirled over the head, collecting the beads of precum that had gathered in the slit. The tip of his tongue dipped inside, and a shuddery shiver moved through me. The nerve endings along the underside of the rim zinged and zapped. When Daddy unexpectedly sucked the head of my cock into his mouth with a firm tug, I shouted in surprise—followed by a moan that came straight from my soul.
I desperately wanted to drop to the counter and let my body simply feel, but then I wouldn’t be able to watch this sexy man worship my cock. Worshipped. He made me feel divine. His moans of appreciation and his exploring tongue made me want to crack myself open for him. If there was any part of me he wanted, I’d gladly give it all and ask if he wanted seconds.
Daddy slipped the full length of my rock-hard cock into his mouth. I was a small guy and…proportional…but for once, I wasn’t preoccupied with whether I measured up. His head bobbed while his tongue swirled, and I knew he didn’t give a damn how many inches I was packing.
Over and over, Daddy brought me to the edge and then pulled me back again. His hands kneaded my thighs, played with my balls, or traced the path of my taint—and it sent me into the stratosphere. I would’ve begged, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to end or if I’d survive if it continued.
A familiar pressure built at my spine and moved its way through my core until my back arched so far I thought I might split in half. I soared higher and higher until my body exploded into a million fireworks—the shimmery kind that left gold glitter spreading across the sky. Daddy did his best to swallow every rope of cum, but a drizzle spilled out. He caught it with his thumb and licked it up too.
When I returned to Earth and my eyes could focus, I realized Daddy’s heaving chest was slick with sweat and his dick jutted from the juncture of his thighs. After he made me see stars, there was no way I was going to let him suffer. With more fortitude than I thought possible, I slid off the counter and fell to my knees in front of him. The Saltillo floor tile was blessedly cool against my overheated skin.
“Sugar, what are you doin’?”
“My turn, Daddy. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” My hands gripped his muscled thighs and drew him to me. Daddy threaded his fingers through my hair and guided my mouth to his cock. I swallowed him down without hesitation. I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel.
I gobbled his dick like a man eating his last meal and was rewarded with the sweetest, most satisfying guttural moan that came from somewhere so deep inside him I wasn’t sure even he knew where. Daddy was as affected as I was, and damn, it was good to not be the only one off-kilter and shattered.
Daddy sagged against the counter as I made sure to swallow every drop, just like he had for me. I tasted his saltiness and wanted more. It was like a carnal salt lick, but I wasn’t sure if that made me the cow—well, the bull.
