“Yes what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Something flickered in his eyes—heat and possession and pure hunger. “Good boy.”
He sucked me hard and fast, hollowing his cheeks, working me with his tongue until I was gasping and writhing beneath him. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he pulled off and moved lower.
His tongue traced the seam of my balls, licking and sucking each one into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming—wet and hot and so fucking good I couldn't think straight. Then he went lower still, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading them wider.
“Oh fuck?—”
His tongue pressed against my taint, licking a long stripe from my balls to my hole, and I nearly came right then. He did it again, slower this time, really taking his time, and I heard him groan against my skin.
“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered, voice muffled. “Been thinking about this all week.”
He buried his face between my legs, nose pressed against my taint, and I felt him inhale deeply. The sound he made was obscene—a deep, satisfied groan that vibrated through me.
“Smell so good. Taste so good. Fucking perfect.”
His tongue worked over every inch of me, licking and sucking and driving me out of my mind. When he finally moved back up, he didn't go for my cock. Instead, he shifted higher, kissing up my stomach, my chest, until his face was level with my armpit.
I felt his nose press against the hollow there, felt him inhale again, and realized what he was doing.
“Grant—”
“Shh. Let me.” His voice was rough, strained with need. “You have no idea how fucking good you smell here. How many times I've thought about this.”
He licked a stripe up the center of my armpit, and I gasped at the sensation—intimate and filthy and so fucking hot I couldn't process it. His tongue worked over the sensitive skin, tracingpatterns, and I felt his cock throb against my hip where it was pressed between us.
“Daddy—” The word came out broken, desperate.
“That's it. Say it again.”
“Daddy, please?—”
He groaned against my skin, licking and sucking at my armpit like he was starving for it. His other hand came up to grip my good arm, holding it in place above my head while he worked me over. The position made me feel exposed, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.
And I fucking loved it.
He switched to the other side, giving it the same thorough attention, and I was shaking beneath him. My cock was leaking steadily, precome pooling on my stomach, and I was so hard it hurt.
His mouth moved back down, kissing and licking its way over my chest, pausing to suck hard on my nipples until they were swollen and sensitive. Every touch felt amplified, every sensation overwhelming.
“You're so beautiful like this,” he said, looking up at me with dark eyes. “Spread out for me. Taking everything I give you. Such a good boy.”
“Please, Daddy. I need you inside me.”
“I know you do.” He kissed down my stomach, tongue dipping into my navel. “But I'm not done worshipping this perfect fucking body yet.”
His hands roamed over my thighs, my hips, tracing every line and curve like he was memorizing me. He pressed kisses to the inside of my thighs, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.
“Every inch of you is perfect,” he said, voice rough with sincerity. “Your legs. Your ass. Your cock. Your chest. Even your fucking armpits drive me crazy.”
“Grant—”
“The way you smell. The way you taste. The sounds you make when I touch you.” His mouth was moving back toward my cock now, and I was trembling with anticipation. “I could spend hours just exploring you. Learning what makes you fall apart.”
He took me deep, nose pressed against my pelvis, and held me there while I fought not to thrust up into his throat.
