Then he pulled off and looked up at me with swollen lips and dark eyes. “Open your mouth.”
I obeyed without thinking, and he leaned over me, gathering saliva in his mouth. Then he let it drip slowly onto my tongue, a thick strand of spit that landed hot and obscene. I moaned at the filthiness of it, at the way he was marking me.
“Swallow.”
I did, and he groaned watching my throat work.
“Good boy. Now kiss me.”
He crashed his mouth against mine, and it was messy and wet and perfect. Our tongues slid together, sharing spit and breath and need. When he pulled back, I chased his mouth, and he smiled against my lips.
“Want more?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He gathered more spit and let it fall into my open mouth again, and this time I didn't swallow right away. I let it pool on my tongue, showed him, and watched his eyes go black with lust.
“Fucking filthy,” he growled. “Give it back to me.”
I pulled him down and kissed him, letting the spit transfer between our mouths, messy and obscene. He moaned into the kiss, hand coming up to grip my jaw and hold me in place while he devoured my mouth.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard, lips shiny and swollen.
“Turn around,” he said suddenly.
“What?”
“Turn around. I want your head hanging off the edge of the bed.”
Understanding hit me, and my cock twitched hard against my stomach. “Fuck yes.”
He helped me maneuver carefully, mindful of my shoulder and leg, until I was positioned with my head hanging off the side of the bed, looking up at him upside down. The blood rushed to my head, making everything feel heightened and dizzy.
Grant stood at the edge of the bed, his cock level with my face, and the sight of it from this angle made my mouth water. He was so fucking thick, the head flushed dark and leaking.
“Open wide for Daddy.”
I let my mouth fall open, tongue out, and he groaned at the sight.
“Such a good boy. So eager for my cock.” He gripped the base of his shaft and tapped the head against my lips, smearing precome across them. “Gonna feed you this cock. Gonna fuck this pretty throat.”
He pushed in slowly, and from this angle I felt every inch as he slid over my tongue and toward the back of my throat. The position opened me up differently, let him go deeper, and when he hit the back of my throat I gagged reflexively.
“Relax,” he murmured, one hand coming to rest on my throat. “Breathe through your nose. Let me in.”
I forced myself to relax, to open up for him, and he pushed deeper. I felt the thick head of his cock push past my gag reflex and into my throat, felt the stretch of it, and his hand on my throat felt the bulge.
“Fuck, I can feel myself in your throat. Can you feel that? Can you feel how deep I am?”
I couldn't answer, could only make a muffled sound around his cock, and he groaned.
“That's it. Take it. Take all of Daddy's cock.”
He pulled back slowly, let me gasp in a breath, then pushed back in. Deeper this time. His hand stayed on my throat, feeling himself moving in and out, and the sensation of it made my own cock leak steadily.
“So fucking good. Your throat feels incredible. So tight and hot around me.”
He started fucking my face in earnest now, hands gripping my head to hold me in place while he thrust. The angle let him go so deep I could barely breathe, could only take quick gasps when he pulled back.
