I stuck my tongue out and reached for him. Warm, hard, smooth. I began at the head—the same one that had somehow managed to fit in my arse the night before.
Ten pounds. The fucking audacity of the man.
His blue eyes warmed as I began to lick. His shirt was the same blue and it seemed to draw out the colour in them—brighter somehow, like the sky through the office windows.
“More,” he drawled.“Don’t be shy. Get messy.”
My pussy clenched at his words—but given my conduct, I had a feeling he’d make me wait for my release. Unless I put maximum effort into the present task.
I broke contact with his eyes to stare at his cock, prepared, aimed and spat. His cock twitched beneath my fingers. I did it again.
“Good girl, that’s it.”
I did it one last time then dragged my lips up and down his length. First one side then the other. Top and bottom. I even trailed my tongue down to his balls, leaned in and began to kiss them.
His sharp inhalation was the first sound of my victory. I opened wide and sucked one heavy ball into my mouth, his hands cradling my head as I teased him with my tongue. I spent time bathing both before working my way back up his length.
His cock stood to attention. When I glanced up Daddy’s eyes were tumultuous—jaw clenched so tight I could almost hear his molars grinding.
He didn’t ask.
I didn’t wait.
I gripped his hips and opened as wide as I could.
His fingers raked through my hair before they tightened. He spread his feet and bent his knees. When he pushed his cock into my waiting mouth he used his grip to pull me onto him.
There was no preamble.
The fat head hit the back of my throat.
He pulled me off and repeated the action, ignoring me when I gagged. By the third time I was prepared. My throat relaxed and my neck arched.
“Yes,” he hissed when he squeezed past my throat.
He was lodged in place. I rested my hands on my knees and waited.
“Every single hole,” he said as his hips shifted back.
I took a quick breath of air.
“Mine,” he snarled before his hips snapped forward.
There was no resistance.
He thrust deep, only to pull back and thrust deeper. Harder.
My eyes began to water as my throat convulsed around him.
He was fucking my throat at a rapid pace. Drool hung off my chin before landing on my breasts and the floor between us. He began to drag my head onto and off his cock—each time feeling his length batter my throat.
It was messy. It was violent. It was exquisite.
I blinked the tears away and glanced up.
Daddy had lost all control.
Lips parted. Eyes hooded.
