I’m already hard before he even touches me. The way he looks at me—those gray eyes cutting through the dimness like a blade—makes my skin prickle. He doesn’t say a word, just crawls up the bed, his muscles shifting under the faint light, the buzz cut shadowing his jaw as he lowers his mouth to my cock. His lips part, wet and slow, the first press of his tongue against my slit sending a jolt straight down my spine. I gasp, my back arching off the sheets, but he doesn’t rush. His hand wraps around the base, fingers tight enough to make me ache, and then he takes me in—inch by inch, his throat opening around me like a vice.
The sound he makes, that low hum vibrating around my dick, unravels me. My fingers tangle in his hair, not guiding, just clinging, because I know if I try to control this, he’ll stop. He’ll pull back and remind me who’s in charge. And fuck, I don’t want that. I want him like this—relentless, owning me with every flick of his tongue, every swallow that drags me deeper. My hips twitch, but he pins them down with a heavy hand on my stomach, his nails digging in just enough to leave marks. Good. I want them there tomorrow. I want this to be another reminder of who owns me. That I belong to him.
Then his mouth is gone.
I whimper, my cock throbbing, wet and neglected, but before I can protest, his hands are on my thighs, spreading me open. The first lick against my hole is so unexpected I jerk, my ass clenching. He chuckles, dark and rough, his breath hot against my skin.
“You taste like you’ve been waiting for this all day, Angel,” he murmurs, his voice gravel.
His tongue presses again, flat and firm, swirling around the tight ring of muscle. My fingers scrabble at the sheets, silk slipping under my nails.
“Tell Daddy what you want.”
I can’t—my throat’s too tight, my brain short-circuiting from the way his lips seal around me, sucking just enough to make my toes curl. But he doesn’t let up. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, spreading me wider, and then his tongue pushes in, just the tip, fucking me in shallow, teasing strokes.
“Nngh—fuck—”
The word tears out of me, broken.
“Please, don’t—”
He groans, the sound vibrating against my hole, and then he’s feasting. His mouth is everywhere—licking, sucking, his tongue spearing inside me like he’s trying to memorize the shape of me. My cock leaks, precum smearing across my stomach, my balls drawn up tight. I’m babbling, cursing, his name a prayer on my lips. He pulls back just long enough to growl.
“Such a pretty pussy. Always so fucking sweet and wet for me.”
I’m trembling when he finally lets me go, my body over-sensitized, my hole fluttering around nothing. But he’s not done. He flips me onto my back in one smooth motion, his hands rough on my hips, and then he’s looming over me, his cock already hard and leaking, the tip glistening under the red light.I don’t even have to ask. I just open my mouth, and he feeds me his dick, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“That’s it, Angel” he rumbles, his voice thick.
“Take Daddy’s cock.”
I hollow my cheeks, my lips sealing around the base, my throat opening for him. He doesn’t go easy. His hips snap forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I gag—but he doesn’t pull back. He fucks my face, his grip on my hair unyielding, his breath coming faster. Saliva drips down my chin, my nose burning, but I don’t care. I want this. I want him using me, owning me, my lips stretched obscenely around his thickness.
“Fuck, Angel—” His voice is raw, his cock swelling against my tongue. He pulls out just enough to let me breathe, then slams back in, his balls slapping my chin.
“Gonna make you take it all. Take it all, you slut.”
I moan around him, my own cock forgotten, my entire world narrowing to the weight of him in my mouth, the way his thighs tense under my hands. He’s close. I can taste it—the salt of his precome, the way his muscles lock up. But then he stops, his cock popping free with a wet sound.
“Not yet,” he growls, his chest heaving. He reaches for the lube on the nightstand, his fingers slick as he strokes himself.
“Gonna fuck that pussy of yours first.”
I whine, my hole clenching at the words. We don’t use condoms anymore. Haven’t since we both got tested. The thought of him bare inside me makes my cock twitch, precum dripping onto my stomach.
But then I remember the toy in the drawer.
I push up onto my elbows, my voice rough.
“Wait—can we try something?”
Pierce pauses, his hand stilled on his cock. His eyes darken.
“What, does my Angel wants to try?”
I bite my lip, my heart hammering.
“The… the pink one. In the drawer.”
