“Daddy, please. Please. Please…”
A chuckle slipped from my lips. I winked at him then ran the flat of my tongue from the base of his dick to the tip. Elliot shot up off the bed, body curled around my head. Hands pulling on my hair like he didn’t know if he should push me off or hold me closer.
The tip of my tongue dipped into his slit, scooping out the delicious precum that had been growing by the second.
“F-fuck!”
“You haven’t felt anything yet, baby,” I huffed against his thigh.
This time when Elliot flopped back on the bed. His hands were wrapped in the sheet like he was holding on for dear life. I licked my way up from the sensitive bundle of nerves at hisentrance all the way to the mushroom head of his cock and swallowed him whole before he could even comprehend what I’d done to him.
His silken length slid slowly to the back of my throat. When Elliot whimpered I increased the pressure. Then buried my head against his stomach and swallowed around him where he was lodged in my throat.
“Ohmyfuckinggod.” It was a tortured cry if I’d ever heard one. And I couldn’t help but smile around his shaft.
I wanted to give him so much more. I wanted to edge him for hours until tears streamed down his face. Until he was on the verge of blacking out. His nervous system overloaded with sensation. I wanted to hear him cry. I wanted him to beg and plead and whimper and whine. I wanted him at my mercy. Totally under my control.
My perfect boy would look so utterly wrecked. Tear tracks glittering on his cheeks. Lips swollen and abused from my kisses. Skin flushed with arousal so strong it was more addictive than heroin.
When I finally allowed him to come, he’d pass out in the safety of my arms, where I’d treasure him. I’d kiss every inch of his body until his eyes fluttered open and the most perfect smile lit us his face.
I could see it all now. How perfect we really were for each other. He was everything I‘d ever dreamed of. Everything I could have ever wanted.
Elliot’s hips started to rock as he chased the sensation of my lips wrapped around him but a hand to his stomach held him still. His dick popped from my mouth when I released it. Smearing spit and precum all over the hollow of his stomach.
My hands ran up the back of his thighs, cupped the back of his knees and pushed them until they hit his chest. Withoutinstruction Elliot grabbed hold of his legs and held himself open to me.
Tears trickled from his eyes. Head thrashing from side to side. “Please…please, Daddy,” he chanted. “I need. I need to—to?—”
“I know exactly what you need. Just give me thirty seconds, sweetheart.” He blinked wide eyes up at me. My lips brushed his damp forehead. “Count for me. Can you do that?”
He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, the muscles in his jaw twitching. “Y-yes.”
“Good boy.” I kissed his lips like it was the end of the world and if I was being honest with myself, it probably should have been. But I was too far gone to think about repercussions.
“O-one,” he whispered.
The tip of my nose ran down the sensitive skin of his dick, then nuzzled his balls. Elliot kept counting through gasping pants. My hands wrapped around the base of his thighs and I yanked his ass right into my face.
“Five,” Elliot squeaked as I sucked on his hole.
My lips wrapped around it as my tongue licked and flicked against the sensitive nerves. His body moved in sync with my tongue like it was desperate to take me deeper.
That tight ring of muscle began to soften as Elliot's garbled moan sounded suspiciously like nine. The tip of my index finger followed the path my tongue licked applying more pressure. I felt his body open up too. Open enough to allow my tongue to slip inside.
“Eleven!” Elliot screamed as I tunneled deeper. His body trying to suck me in, desperate and needy.
After a few seconds of holding still, Elliot's hips rocked back every time I plunged inside him. His tight hole had softened enough that I could work my finger inside him straight down to the second knuckle.
When I was confident he only felt pleasure I kissed and licked my way up his flushed length. The head, a bright painful red, sat in a pool of slick precum.
“Fifteen,” he whimpered, head thrashing.
His balls were pulled up tight to his body. He was a cocked gun ready to blow. Using only my mouth and tongue, I lifted his tip enough to wrap my lips around it.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes. Seventeen.”
I swallowed his length in one go, straight to the back of my throat. Elliot’s body froze for a split second. Like he didn’t know if he should fuck up into my mouth or back onto my finger.
