“Look at you. Choking on my cock like such a good little slut. Is this what you needed? Needed Daddy to use your throat?”
I moaned around him, and the vibration made him curse.
“Fuck, do that again.”
I moaned louder, deliberately, and felt his cock twitch in my throat.
“Nngh... fuck... your mouth is perfect. Made to take cock. Made to take my cock.”
Tears were streaming down my face from the intensity of it, from the lack of air, from the overwhelming fullness of having him so deep. Spit and precome dripped from my lips, running down my cheeks in the upside-down position.
“So messy. So fucking beautiful like this.” His hand pressed harder against my throat, feeling himself move. “Can barely breathe, can you? Too full of my cock to do anything but take it.”
He was right. I was dizzy from the lack of oxygen, from the blood rushing to my head, from the sheer overwhelming sensation of being used like this. My cock was throbbing, untouched and desperate, leaking all over my stomach.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Want to watch you stroke that pretty cock while I fuck your throat.”
I reached down with my good hand and wrapped it around myself, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation wasalmost too much—his cock stretching my throat while my hand worked my own shaft.
“That's it. Fuck, you're so perfect. Taking my cock so well. Such a good boy for Daddy.”
His thrusts got harder, faster, and I could barely keep up. Could barely breathe. Could barely think. Just existed in the overwhelming fullness of being taken, being used, being his.
Then he pulled out suddenly, and I gasped for air, coughing and drooling. My face was a mess and I could barely see through the haze.
“Open your eyes,” Grant commanded. “Look at me.”
I forced my eyes open and looked up at him from my upside-down position. His cock was right there, inches from my face, thick and glistening with my spit and his precome.
“See how wet you made me?” He stroked himself slowly, and I watched a thick drop of precome bead at the tip. “Want a taste?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please.”
He leaned down and swiped his thumb over the head of his cock, gathering the precome, then brought it to my lips. I opened automatically, and he pushed his thumb into my mouth. I sucked it clean, tasting the salt and musk of him, and moaned.
“Good boy. Want more?”
“Yes.”
He stroked himself again, working more precome from the tip, and this time he positioned his cock right over my mouth. “Stick out your tongue.”
I did, and he let the thick strand of precome drip directly onto my tongue. It landed hot and slick, and I savored the taste before swallowing.
“Fuck, you're perfect. Such a dirty little slut for me.” He did it again, milking more precome and feeding it to me. “Could dothis all day. Just feed you my cock, watch you take everything I give you.”
“Please, Daddy. More.”
“Greedy boy.” But he positioned himself at my mouth again, this time pushing just the head past my lips. “Suck it out. Get every drop.”
I sealed my lips around the head and sucked hard, tongue working the slit, and felt him throb in my mouth. More precome leaked onto my tongue, and I swallowed it eagerly.
“That's it. Milk Daddy's cock. Get it nice and wet.”
He pulled out and stroked himself again, but this time he didn't feed me. Instead, he moved closer, pressing his cock against my nose.
“Breathe,” he ordered. “Want you to smell me. Want you to know exactly who you belong to.”
I inhaled deeply, nose pressed against the underside of his shaft, and the scent of him filled my lungs. Musky and masculine and distinctlyhim. It made my head spin, made my cock throb.
