With that thought careening through my mind, I forced myself to focus on the here and now and the earth-shattering sensations Daddy was creating with his tongue. He tasted and sipped and devoured me all in one sitting. Each thrust of his tongue inside my channel sent me one step closer to losing all semblance of control.
My feverish skin became slick with sweat and Daddy paused to lick a salty rivulet. My answering moan pulled a chuckle from him, and then he did it all over again. Each time he paused, I felt the last little bits of my control slip away. He was sending me higher and higher, and the ground was too far away to turn back now.
“Daaaaaaaddy,” I keened in a desperate attempt to find the relief or release I desperately needed.
“I wanted it shoved.” Daddy’s redoubled efforts to send me over the edge were a success.
Whatever time had passed…hours, days, possibly minutes…my mind had ceased to function. He owned me. My skin was fully slick with sweat, leaving me feeling sticky and bothered, but Daddy never paused. I moaned and whimpered, but his mouth never left the rosebud of my most hidden self.
One hand snaked underneath me and grasped my dripping cock. He squeezed gently until my mind shattered into a million pieces, all flying in different directions. Between his hand and mouth, it was no longer possible for me to do anything but ride the wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. My dick was like a faucet as a steady stream of precum coated my sheets and Daddy’s hand.
“Da–aaaady.”
“Let it happen, sugar.” Daddy paused long enough to answer me before returning to his task of making me lose my mind.
Without time to think, a wave washed over me that I couldn’t hold back anymore and didn’t want to anyway. Rope after rope of cum pulsed from my body, leaving me and my bed a sticky mess. I collapsed under him and turned myself over to the floaty feeling of oblivion.
I felt the bed shift around me and heard the wonderfully obscene sounds of skin on skin while Daddy jacked himself off above me. It wasn’t long before his shouts echoed mine, and I felt his release splash across my ass and back. Seconds later, Daddy collapsed on top of me. I was pinned to the bed, but just like before, I liked the weight of him. Neither of us spoke for a while. Our harsh pants carried enough meaning.
As the cum cooled, the moment went from sexy to awkward. What was hot before was now on the verge of being itchy and too sticky.
“As much as I’d love to lie here, we gotta get up for a quick shower.”
“Thank god it’s not just me.” I wiggled my ass to make him move, but Daddy groaned instead.
“I’m too old to go again that fast. You should’ve caught me fifteen years ago.”
“What would’ve happened then?”
“Hell, we’d have already gone twice by now.”
“That sounds like a lot of work.”
“It surely does, sugar.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Hank
“Daddy, Daddy, you gotta wake up. I missed you.”
Through the fog of sleep, it gradually seeped into my brain that I was not at home. I was in Jasper’s bed, and he was apparently up and raring to go. Sunlight streamed into the bedroom. My bedroom had a boring comforter that I picked up from Walmart back in high school. I’d put exactly zero thought into it except for the size, and I even managed to screw that up.
This room was nothing like mine. The walls were painted sage green with creamy white furniture. It could’ve looked girly, but the polished wood furniture was masculine. The art on the wall was mostly landscapes of the Hill Country. There was no mistaking the limestone bluffs along the Frio, or the abstract renderings of Lost Maples and Enchanted Rock. I liked that he skipped the bluebonnets. Damn, Jasper had talent for putting this stuff together. Bert would lose his shit with it.
“What time is it?”
“You slept super-duper late, Daddy. It’s after seven. I’ve been up for hours and hours.”
Jasper was ready to take on the day. My brain was still trying to remember what my name was.
“Seven a.m. is very early.”
“Really? ’Cause I see you come outside sooooo much earlier.”
“Spyin’ on me, sugar?”
“You’re silly. I drink my tea on the front porch every single morning. I like to watch you in the fields.”
