“My mom died when I was born.”
“So, it was just you and your pops, huh?”
I chuckled at the thought of what calling the senator pops would do to the man’s face. He wore his image like a full-body suit. Zippered up tight around him so no one would ever guess what hid inside. He reserved that for his only child.
Before he could ask anything else, I straddled his lap, buried my fingers in his jet black curls, and my tongue in his mouth. He’d looked so unaffected and calm since stripping me of my clothes. The hard length pressing up against me told a very different story than the one his calm demeanor had told.
He was not as unaffected by my presence as he let on. On the contrary, t, the moment I settled over him, his hands slipped into my briefs, exposing my ass and then my hole.
The longer we kissed, the more he toyed with me, pressing, rubbing, and circling my hole. Over and over until the banked fire of want turned to a raging inferno of lust that needed satisfaction. I needed satisfaction. Not that I’d ever tell him that. Need hurt people.
And I refused to be hurt.
Emotionally anyway. Getting split open by the cock I rode was another fucking story.
A breath before I’d had enough, a slick swirl of lubed fingers replaced the dry ones that disappeared the moment prior. He sucked my tongue as he worked me open. Unhurriedly, but without mercy. I whimpered at the burn and stretch. He growled, long and low, pressing harder. Deeper. He pushed inside me as far as possible, yet not far enough.
I had to have more. A whimper escaped. One moment, I was grinding back into his hand, and the next, I sailed through the air as Daniel flipped me onto my back.
“Show me your hole.”
Grabbing my knees, I pulled them to my chest.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he growled, into my groin as his nose ghosted over my flesh, sending gooseflesh on a race across my skin.
His tongue found my dick, lapping at my shaft before swallowing it whole while he toyed with my hole.
“God dammit. Open me up already.”
He slid two fingers into my ass. I gasped, loving the burn, while he chuckled. I wanted to punch the fucker, but he found the bundle of nerves and stayed there, brushing, rubbing, tapping.
My cock popped free of his mouth when he pulled off me, the sound a sucking pop. “You were saying…”
“Fuck you.”
More laughter along with more torturous edging.
“You’ll get your turn, pretty. I promise.”
His mouth went back to sucking my brains out of my head through my dick. One hand milked my prostate, the other my cock. Everything he did pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
My neck arched, pressing my dick into his throat and my head into the couch cushions. His mouth, tongue, and fingers robbed me of thought, leaving me a trembling, greedy mess. I hated that every time he got me under him, I devolved into a beggar who thrust and grinded between the assault on my cock and the one on my ass.
“Fuck! Me!” I yelled between gasps of air.
I hated it. I hated how he turned me into a blithering idiot who wasn’t just greedy but needy as well. I hated the word need,but I couldn’t fucking deny that I wanted to feel him, fucking needed him inside me, splitting me open.
“Daniel…please. I gotta come.”
“No one said you couldn’t come, pretty boy.”
“Thought you weren’t the Daddy type.”
“Only seems to make an appearance when I get a certain pretty boy under me begging to be fucked.”
“Daddies are supposed to give their…”
His dick pressed into me, splitting me open, and stealing the words from my mouth and head. The man pushed forward mercilessly until he bottomed out. His nuts rested against my ass, his cock jerked in my hole. I fucking loved it.
