“You should go help the Sisters.” His brown eyes were dark and the right kind of dangerous as he licked his lips. I shivered and wavered toward him.
“Daddy, I liked kissing you. Can I have another one?”
He groaned and dragged me tight to his chest, and a thrill smashed through me. My cock got so stiff instinct made me shove forward, looking for the relief of friction. Daddy’s lips crashed down on mine, and his thick erection poked my belly. I opened my mouth, and he growled while his warm, slick tongue slid between my lips. My head felt fuzzy with the joy from only one real kiss. What would two do to me? Or three? Or a hundred? I might die from this.
He caressed one hand up my spine to hold me close and slid the other one down, not quite cupping my asscheek. He massaged the dip of my lower back as if he would like to grab lower but was worried about doing it. I jutted my ass out to let him know I wanted anything he did, and he groaned while sucking on my bottom lip.
I whimpered at the incredible heat that pelted through my stomach. All at once I was painfully aware of how I was leaking and too stiff—my cock was stuck in my pants. I scrabbled at his chest with my fingers and rubbed against his thigh.
“Shh,” he whispered between our lips and rocked against me as his eyelids dropped closed. His hard-on dug in against my belly and felt ready for my mouth. It was like a steel rod trying to jab its way into my body through our clothes.
I didn’t ask again what he wanted, since we both knew. I sank to my knees, and he combed his fingers through my long hair. I slid my hands up his muscled thighs, and he rested his palms over my fingers when they got close to his groin.
“I....” He stared at me as I leaned forward and nuzzled my cheek against the outline his cock made under his pants. The warmth from his shaft had my toes curling in my shoes. I was shocked at how badly I wanted to make him feel good, a burning desire far beyond the shallow impulses I’d had to please P—no, I wouldn’t think about him right now. I turned and rested my mouth on Daddy and could guess at how hefty his cock was based on the feel of him underneath the stretched-out fabric. He throbbed against my lips, his cock seeming to want a little kiss, so I gave it one. I tried to wriggle my right hand from his hold, but he wouldn’t let go, so I thought for a second.
What would a good boy do in this situation?
Oh, I know!I felt proud and leaned in to use my teeth to lower the zipper.
He chuckled until the sound vanished into a gasp as I nudged against the exposed triangle of his underwear with my nose.
This time he let my hand go when I moved it, and I worked my fingers into his pants and carefully tugged his hard-on out of the slit in his briefs. “Oh, Daddy.” I couldn’t help but admire him—he was thick enough he would stretch me wide open. Hopefully when he was inside me he would fuck against that spot in my ass that felt so good if it was tapped just right. He wasn’t longer than me, but his cockhead flared wide and the very tip flushed a deep reddish pink that glistened with precum and reminded me of candy. I wanted it in my mouth. He watched me, lips slightly parted. Nerves prickled through me and raised goose bumps on my skin.
Daddy wasn’t saying anything.
What did he want?
Why didn’t he stuff himself down my throat until it hurt?
Confidence shocked me as it welled up inside my chest and made me feel strong. I knew this. I could do this. I kissed the head and watched him from under my eyelashes as he sucked in a breath. I popped my lips around him, and he leaned back against the wall, hips jutting forward and driving his cock deeper into my mouth. I didn’t mind. The movement was gentle, as far as these things went, and he didn’t hurt me at all. I wriggled all over as a salty burst of musk hit my taste buds, and he laughed as my fingers danced along his thighs. He might not know it, but he was agoodDaddy. Maybe he even had a chance at being the best one ever.
“F-feels great, boy.”
Electricity raced through my gut, and I dropped my hand to rub my dick once through my jeans before I made myself stop and focus on him. Tension and pleasure coiled in my groin and flowed out in mellow waves to live in my belly. I sucked softly on his cockhead, and he grimaced, so I slid down his shaft, doing my best to keep my lips pliant and teeth out of the way while using my tongue as much as I could. He was a big mouthful and forced my lips far apart.
I stopped to lick under the head and dig the tip of my tongue into the sensitive flesh there. He swore softly and cupped my cheeks. I opened wide and stared up at him as he brushed his thumbs over my cheeks and slowly pumped his cock into my mouth. He wouldn’t feel good barely moving, so I dropped my jaw and leaned up, taking all of him that I could. His mouth fell open as I swallowed him down when his cockhead hit the back of my throat.
“Phoenix, hell. That is perfect. Never felt anything so fucking good.”
Pleasure sent me soaring as I bobbed on him, putting off my need for air until black dots swam in front of my eyes. I pulled back enough to gasp in a breath and clung to Daddy’s thighs as he shoved deep again, taking over. He never looked away, gaze locked with mine. I wanted to jerk off so bad but couldn’t ruin this by doing it and getting into trouble. I’d never touch my cock again if it meant I got to have him. I’d give him everything, every pleasure I had.
I sucked up his shaft and rolled my tongue around the wide bell of his cockhead. He gasped and combed his fingers through my hair to cup the back of my head, then rammed deep one more time. His thighs tensed and trembled, and I gagged a bit as the first thick, warm blast flooded my throat. I stayed in place until my vision went gray, and then pulled free, panting for air. He stared at me like I was the best boy in the world, and I guardedly got to my feet. I wanted to jerk off more than I had in a long time, but it almost felt traitorous to imagine being snuggled while I did it, held close to my Daddy by his strong arms.
“Did you like it, Daddy? Do you mind if I do it? I’ll be fast, I promise.” I trembled as my hand drifted down to my groin, and I was surprised when he dragged me close the way I’d been wishing he would.
“If either of us deserves something that feels good, it’s you. What have I done?”
“You made me happy.”
He groaned and kissed me, and I was stunned as he nibbled on my lips and fucked my mouth with his tongue. He gave my wood a caress through my pants and my eyes felt like they were going to roll up into my head. He stopped, but only to unzip my fly, and my dick was so hard it sprang up the second he tugged me free of my clothes. I bit my lip as he wrapped his hand around me and squeezed, sending a sweet bolt of electric bliss through my body. It was almost too good. This wasn’t going to last at all.
“Daddy, I can do it. You don’t have to go to the trouble.”
“It’s a pleasure, a sinful pleasure. There is no way I’m going to leave you hanging after what you just did, sugar,” he murmured, voice deep and almost frantic. His fingers on my cock killed the not very sincere protest I was about to come back with. My neck and face went white hot as he began to stroke me in a slow, steady rhythm. I moaned, and he pressed my face against his solid chest, squashing the sound into a whimper.
“Quiet,” he whispered.
“Yes, Daddy.”
