Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I nod, my gaze falling to his heavy cock, bobbing before me. Thedeep V at his hips leads down perfectly to the shadow of dark hair around the base, where he’s holding it.
“Sometimes,” I answer, licking my lips as I flick my gaze to his dick and then back up at him again.
“Well, tonight, you get to experience it for yourself, angel. Your safeword is red. I’m going to fuck you and use you, right here, for my own pleasure. I expect complete obedienceunless you say red, or tap my thigh if you can’t speak, and I’ll stop straight away. When I ask you a question, I expect ‘Yes, Daddy’ or ‘No, Daddy’ unless I ask for more. Do you have any questions?”
My chest rises and falls as I stare up at him from the plush living room rug. “No, Daddy.”
His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling my head back, my mouth opening slightly. He presses the tip of his cock to my lips, a bead of semen wetting my lips. He smears it around gently like it’s lipstick, then nudges forward. It’s like he’s marking me with his come, and it sends a pool of arousal between my legs.
Inch by inch, I take him into my mouth; my lips are stretched painfully wide by the time he hits the back of my throat. He holds himself there, one hand still threaded into my hair and the other wrapped around the back of my neck, squeezing gently as he holds me in place.
Trying to breathe through my nose, I peer up at him as he watches me struggle to adjust to how big he is.
“Look at you, angel. You look so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth. Jesus. I could stare at this sight every day and never get tired of it.” His voice is deep and gravelly, like he’s struggling to maintain some sort of hold on his control. It gives me such a thrill to know that this isn’t only a one-sided attraction. “Such a good girl. Open that shirt for me. Let Daddy see your pretty tits while I fuck this precious mouth.”
Then he pulls back and thrusts deeper, this time, and I gag, my fingernails digging into one of his solid thighs while I try to shrug off his dark gray dress shirt. The black sheer curtains diffuse the light from The Strip enough that I don’t think he’ll see my scars. Especially from this position.
He groans and reaches down to tweak each of my nipples before he straightens and thrusts again, making me gag and cough when he pulls out.
“Put your fingers on your clit and touch yourself. Show me how you like it.”
Cheeks heated, I slide my fingers between my thighs and circle that spot I know all too well, moaning when it sends a zap of arousal through me.
My throat relaxes more, which he uses to his advantage, fucking my mouth deeper and faster while I play with myself to the same rhythm.
Staring up at him,I love how he uses me. Like he’s desperate for my mouth.For me.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, angel, and I’ve seen a lot of pretty fucking things,” he grits out while he grips my hair. “And this goddamn mouth. Jesus Christ.”
His eyes roll back, and he fucks harder, choking and gagging me while I gasp for air, my fingers moving faster over my clit.
“That’s my fucking girl,” he growls when my whimpers become louder as my body vibrates with a desperate need to let go.
“Come for me,” he growls. “Come for Daddy.”
He continues to fuck my mouth, and within seconds, I cry out as my orgasm tears through me, shaking me like a leaf as I grip his thighs for dear life.
The entire time, he watches me, even as he groans and curses under his breath, his come hitting the back of my throat. As I swallow it down, his eyes widen slightly, like he’s surprised I’d do such a thing. It sends a tiny thrill through me that I’ve shocked the big, bad man.
“Fucking, Christ, Ace. You’re a drug, and I think I’m already hooked,” he finally says as he reaches down and scoops me up from the floor like I weigh nothing.
Then he carries me to bed and tucks us in, under the covers, his enormous, warm body wrapped around me like the perfect cocoon I could hide within forever.
“Night, angel,” he murmurs quietly after a long silence.
Smiling, I lower my lips to where his hand is resting and kiss the back of it. “Night, Daddy.”
Something jerksme out of dead sleep.
What was that noise?
Is someone breaking in?
A snore startles me, and I suck in a breath.
Shit.
I’m not at home.
