A bulge pressed against my thigh--Elijah’s cock. I licked my lips as saliva pooled in my mouth. He knew exactly what to say and do to get me immediately riled up. My own dick grew hard in my pants after only a couple words and a few light touches. Was I really that easy to tease?
I compared this feeling to every instance of cold intimacy with Larry. There had been times we had sex where my hole didn’t even become slick like it was supposed to. The foreplay was lacking, and the sex itself was mechanical, dull, and emotionless.
The total opposite of this.
Even just Elijah cupping my face and ordering me to call himdaddywas enough to make me feel like I was going to cum.
My hands roamed over Elijah’s broad, muscular chest. His pecs were firm and solid, reminding me of just how powerful he was.
“You’re strong, daddy,” I breathed.
He growled in pleasure as he tipped his forehead against mine. “Tell me how you look right now.”
“I’m blushing really hard,” I told him. “My cheeks are hot because you make me feel so good.”
“Is that right?” He smirked. “Come straddle me.”
I did as he commanded, swinging my legs on either side of his body. When I lowered myself to sit on his lap, I gasped as his clothed cock brushed up against my ass. It was huge and straining for release.
“F-fuck . . .”
“You like feeling my cock press on you, my slutty boy?”
A wave of pleasure made me whimper. “Yes, daddy.”
“Good. Grind against it.”
Being ordered around by his gruff but gentle voice made my cock throb. I rocked my hips slowly back and forth, sliding my ass over his cock in smooth pleasurable motions. He groaned and spread his legs. The scent of his alpha musk filled the air, masculine and sharp, sending jolts straight to my brain.
“Take my cock out, boy,” Elijah commanded. “When you’re done, do the same to your own.”
“Ah . . . Okay, daddy.”
He hummed with satisfaction as I pulled the annoying clothes out of the way until his huge, hard cock was revealed. I burned the permanent image of it into my mind like a secret mental photograph to view whenever I wanted.
My voice trembled. “May I touch it?
“Yes.” He stroked my hair. “You’re a good boy for asking permission.”
It felt massive between my hands, especially with our size difference. My breaths came out ragged and short as I worked the sensitive flesh beneath my palms. Elijah let his head roll back against the couch with a groan.
“You’re so good with your hands, boy,” he murmured.
His praise warmed me. “It’s only because I love daddy’s cock so much.”
Now my words madehimshudder, which felt satisfying as hell. My arousal grew almost painful, and then I realized it was still inside my pants.
“Shoot,” I mumbled.
“What is it?”
“I . . .I forgot to obey one of your commands.”
Elijah sat upright, his brows knitted together. “Excuse me? Tell me what you missed, boy.”
My heart raced. “I forgot to take my cock out, sir.”
His mouth was a thin line of disappointment. “That’s no good. You directly disobeyed an order.”
