Ooowee! I’m about to have a very good start to my birthday.
Not bothering to put any clothes on, because I sleep in the buff, ready to love on my woman in seconds notice, I head straight for the bathroom door . . . and stop.
Stuck to the door with a bright pink heart sticker is a black envelope that has my name written on it. My legal name, the one I only let her call me, is written in my Kiana’s slanted handwriting.
Connor
Careful not to rip the sticker, I take the envelope off the door, fold the sticker over the flap, and pull a white card out. The paper is thick and sturdy, and the words are typed in a black, bold font.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!
COME inside for your first surprise.
XOXO, mommy
Mommy? She’s not my mommy. What could this mean?
I guess there’s only one way to find out. If my surprise is behind this door, you don’t have to tell me twice to go in and find it.
I tuck the card back in the envelope and toss it toward the bed. I’ll worry about finding it later.
Opening the door, I’m met with a rush of hot, humid air. Good, she’s got the water cranked up hot . . . just how I like it.
“Duchess,” I call out. “You know better than to start the shower without me.”
She peeks out from the edge of the curtain and a lazy smile greets me. “I’ve only been in here for three minutes. I wanted to get all hot and wet for you.”
“I thought it was my job to get you wet.” I charge toward the shower like a damn bull ready to rut and join her under the spray in three seconds flat. I stand with the water hitting my back, Duchess protected by my height.
“It can be. But since it’s your birthday and all,” she turns to face me, then slowly falls to her knees, “I thought it was only fair to do my job for you.”
The tip of her tongue peaks out as she licks her plump bottom lip.
“Suck my cock, Duchess.” Grasping a handful of her wet hair, I give it a tug and step between her spread knees to get as close to her as I can. “Now.”
As her hands slide up the front of my thighs, her tongue glides up the bottom of my dick until she reaches the two shiny, steel balls at the end. She flicks the bottom one first, the one under the crown of the head, then moves up to the second that’s sticking right out of the tip.
My Duchess loves my Prince Albert piercing . . . and I love what she does to it. Whether it’s her licking around the tip and moving it around, or when she sucks me so deep it hits the back of her throat—
“Holy! Fuck!” I roar.
With absolutely no warning at all, Duchess seals her lips around my cock and pushes forward until her nose is pressed into my pelvis. She has a small gag reflex, so she can only hold me deep for a few seconds, but as soon as she pulls back, she has me deep again.
Still holding her hair with one hand, I brace the other against the tiled wall and lock my knees. The last thing I want right now is to fall before she drags my soul out of me.
Adding one hand to the mix, Duchess wraps her grip around my cock in front of her mouth and there isn’t an inch of my length that doesn’t have a part of her touching it. She strokes me up and down, all the while her mouth never leaves me. In and out. Forward and back. She is rocking my fucking world.
“Keep going,” I pant as I pull her hair harder.
She responds by scratching a fingernail down over my balls, which causes them to rise and tighten in a flash. “Mmm, did you like that?” Duchess pulls off for a second to ask, then she’s right back to sucking.
“If you do that again, I ain’t gonna last long.”
Oh, who the hell am I kidding? No matter what she does, I’m not going to last long at all. Just the visual of my Duchess on her knees is enough to get my motor running. Add in the tongue acrobatics she’s doing with my piercing as she deep throats my cock . . . I’m already eighty percent a goner. I think it’s time to kick things up another twenty.
I move my feet to create a wider stance, then grab hold of her long, wet hair with both hands, and start fucking her face full speed ahead.
She grips my hips so hard, I have no doubt there will be five fingertip size bruises on each side by this afternoon. Her mouth stays sealed on me with just the right amount of pressure as I fuck her face over and over and over. The wet sucking sounds coming from her are more than an aphrodisiac, they are what tightens my balls even higher and lets me know I’m about to blow.
