“Yes, daddy,” I replied.
Something brushed my cheek and a soft gasp left my lips. Judging from the heat and firmness, it could only be one thing.
“Your face feels warm against my cock,” Elijah murmured. “Are you blushing?”
“Yes.”
The overwhelming scent of his alpha musk wafting from his cock sent a spike of arousal straight down to my balls. My own cock ached, but I didn’t dare touch it yet.
“Use your cute mouth to pleasure it,” Elijah ordered.
Everything became more difficult without my vision. I struggled with my mouth to find the head of his cock, and Elijah chuckled. When I finally claimed it in my lips, it felt like a reward for a job well done.
“Good boy.”
I moaned through the mouthful, desperate to move but waiting on permission.
To my relief, the words finally came. “You can suck me now.”
I wasted no time. His hard shaft pumped in and out of me, using my mouth like a toy of its own. I licked and sucked at every inch of his skin, desperate to bring him the greatest amount of pleasure possible. He hissed through gritted teeth as the swell of arousal built, and the sound urged me on. I pushed myself, killing my gag reflex and taking his cock as far back as it would go.
“Shit,” Elijah groaned. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you? Deepthroating your daddy’s cock?”
A choked moan spilled out of me as Elijah’s cock hit the back of my throat. The pressure was too much and I threw my head back, spit and precum trickling from my lips.
My heart raced from both the thrill and lack of air. As I gasped for breath, Elijah cupped the back of my head and laced his fingers through my hair. He wasn’t visible through the blindfold, but I still heard the smile in his voice.
“You sound so sexy down there, making all those disgusting noises,” he said. “Go ahead and make more for me. Louder.”
A shiver ran down my spine. I took him back in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked harder than before. Elijah groaned. His fingers fisted into my hair and gripped them tightly. His motions were tense and jerky as pleasure welled inside of him. His breaths came out as short, shallow panting. Knowing I was doing such a good job, even without the help of my vision, filled me with pride.
Elijah tapped me on the back of the head. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now.”
I nodded and gave a muffled grunt of reply, but Elijah pulled me off his cock.
“Words, boy,” he growled. “Are you ready to be used like a fucktoy?”
“Yes,” I cried. “Yes, daddy, I am.”
His entire shaft plunged into my mouth. Without being able to see, it came as a surprise--one I thoroughly enjoyed. I groaned around his cock, enjoying the feeling of being full and having my mouth deliciously violated.
His movements sped up until they became erratic. Tears welled in my eyes at the pressure, wetting the blindfold, but I didn’t want him to stop. My own cock throbbed, straining against my swollen belly, desperate for attention I wouldn’t give it. Not yet.
Not until my daddy--
Elijah let out a gruff, feral cry. His entire body spasmed before his load shot down my throat in thick spurts. I pulled off him with a gasp, swallowing most of it and let the rest trickle down my face. The added sensory deprivation made the simple act that much more exciting.
“What a good boy you were,” Elijah said breathlessly after a moment. “I can only imagine what your face looks like right now, striped white with my cum.”
I shuddered.
He leaned forward and cupped my face gently, thumbing the cum away from my lips. Even if I looked like a mess, Elijah didn’t care. Even if the rest of the world would judge me for my appearance, my mate never, ever would. He cared for my soul--not just the body I inhabited.
“What would you like from your daddy?” Elijah asked.
My heart fluttered. “What I like?”
“Yes. You and your tight little mouth were excellent tonight. Daddy rewards good boys who obey him.”
