“Deeper. All the way down.”
He pushed forward, sliding his cock along my face until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. The coarse hair tickled my nostrils, and the scent there was even stronger.
“That's it. Breathe me in. Let that smell get into your fucking lungs.”
I inhaled again and again, getting dizzy on the scent of him, and my cock leaked steadily onto my stomach. This was so filthy, so debased, and I fucking loved it.
“Good boy. Such a good boy for Daddy.” He pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again, grinding against my face. “You love this, don't you? Love being marked by my scent.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I mumbled against his skin.
“Say it properly.”
He pulled back enough for me to speak clearly. “I love it, Daddy. Love smelling you. Love being yours.”
“Fuck.” He groaned and stroked himself, cock hard and angry-looking. “Turn around. Need to taste you.”
He helped me move again, getting me repositioned on the bed properly this time, and I watched as he moved to straddle my face in reverse.
His ass was right there, inches from my face, and I got a perfect view of it. Thick and muscular and dusted with dark hair. He spread his cheeks slightly, and I could see everything.
“Gonna let you smell all of me,” he said, voice rough. “Then I'm gonna suck your cock while you worship my ass.”
“Fuck yes.”
He lowered himself slowly, and then his ass was pressed against my face. The scent hit me immediately, and it made my brain short-circuit. I inhaled deeply, nose pressed right against his crack, and heard him groan above me.
“That's it. Get your face in there. Smell Daddy's ass.”
I breathed him in, surrounded by the heat and scent of him. My hands came up to grip his thighs, holding him against me.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I did, and he shifted slightly so my tongue could reach his hole. The first lick was experimental, tentative, and the taste of him exploded on my tongue. Clean but musky, intimate in a way that made my cock throb.
“More. Eat Daddy's ass like a good boy.”
I dove in, tongue working over his hole, licking and circling and pressing inside when he relaxed enough to let me. He tasted incredible, felt incredible, and I lost myself in the act of worshipping him.
Then I felt his mouth on my cock, hot and wet and perfect, and I moaned against his ass. He took me deep in one smooth motion, and I felt his throat work around me.
“Mmh—” The moan vibrated through my cock, and I bucked up into his mouth.
He pulled off just long enough to say, “Keep licking,” then went back to sucking me.
I did, tongue working over every inch of his ass while he sucked my cock like he was starving for it. The dual sensation was overwhelming—giving and receiving at the same time, lost in the taste and smell of him while he worked me over.
Then I felt his fingers at my hole, and I spread my legs wider in invitation.
“Gonna open you up while I suck you,” he said, voice muffled around my cock. “Get you ready for my cock.”
The first finger pushed in easily but he added a second almost immediately. The burn was perfect, the stretch exactly what I needed.
I moaned against his ass, tongue working more frantically, and felt him push deeper. His fingers found my prostate and pressed hard, rubbing in tight circles that made me see stars.
“Fuck, Daddy?—”
“Don't stop licking.”
