Chapter 6 #2
“That’s it, so good for me, fucking hell, sweet boy,” Daddy said as he slid in another half inch or so, stopping just shy of cutting off my air.
A dusky red crept up from the collar of his shirt, his skin flushing with heat as his eyes drilled into me. His cock was throbbing in my mouth, stretching it wide and flooding me with his flavor. He was definitely in charge… but he wasn’t unaffected.
My cock jerked in my shorts. Nothing, nothing was better than knowing he was enjoying my mouth, and I leaned forward, just a bit, to remind him that I was all his.
He didn’t have to stop.
He didn’t have to go easy on me.
He could have everything.
I… I knew he wanted to do all the work, but I flexed my tongue, hollowed my cheeks just a bit, and—
“Goddamn,” Daddy said with another groan, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it out of the way as his hips snapped forward. “Look at you.”
His cock slammed into the back of my throat and I whined, my whole body quivering as I tried to stop myself from getting greedy and trying to take more… or start begging… or reach for him.
Especially that last one.
I did want to be good, I did, but the way he was holding his shirt against his chest, rubbing it across his pecs as he started using my mouth a little harder, bared his thick body to me.
There was just so much dark, warm skin—all covered in soft-looking hair that I’d give anything, anything to rub myself against—that I had to dig my fingers into my thighs to stop myself from doing what I didn’t have permission for.
“You’re… you’re goddamn incredible, sweetheart,” Daddy said, panting a little as he slowly slid his cock back, dragging it over my tongue until I whimpered, then rammed it in again. “I could watch the way you take this all night. Jesus. No gag reflex at all.”
Not for years. And the way Daddy’s voice sounded so strained with need, his bottomless dark eyes suddenly blazing like an inferno as his cock pulsed even harder against my tongue?
I was suddenly glad that part of the price of staying with Max had been giving so many blowjobs.
I’d do it all again, even though so many of them had made me cry, just to be able to have Daddy look at me like this.
“Can you take more, sweet boy?” Daddy asked, reaching down to stroke my throat even though he hadn’t pushed his cock into it yet. “Can you handle all of me?”
He wasn’t small. My jaw already ached. I knew what a cock that size would do to my throat.
But… yes. All the yeses. Yes times infinity.
I wanted Daddy to wreck me, use me, take everything he wanted and then tell me how good I’d been for him after, and if there was one thing I knew I could do well, it was swallow a cock.
The way he’d treated me so carefully up until now had my stomach all twisted up—in a good way, a fluttery, nervous, I-didn’t-understand-it-but-I-liked-it kind of way—but I definitely didn’t need him to be so gentle.
Even when he’d started going hard, he was still way more careful than anyone I’d ever been with.
But I did trust him, and now I wanted to feel overwhelmed by him. Totally and completely his.
I whined without meaning to, all the answer I could manage, and Daddy’s eyes blazed hot.
“I thought so,” he said, because somehow, he really did know everything I wanted, everything I needed, even though he’d kept my mouth too full for me to tell him properly.
And I knew he knew, because the smile he gave me was hot and dirty and warm and sweet, all at the same time.
It made me tremble and ache and yearn. Then he pressed the back of my head forward and said, “Take what you need, sweetheart. Make Daddy come. Show me how much of my cock you want.”
How much?
All of it. All of it. Always.
His permission sent a cascade of sparks tumbling down my spine, lighting me up from the inside out, and I lunged. I choked myself on his shaft, taking it so fast I forgot to breathe first.
Didn’t matter. I forced my throat to relax and took him deep and didn’t stop until my face was buried in his thick, trimmed pubes and his balls were wrapped around my chin.
The minute he bottomed out, my throat spasmed and my jaw started to burn and I forgot what breath even was, but it was worth it, because—
“Fuck,” Daddy gritted out, dropping his shirt to grab my head with both hands. “You’re fucking… fucking perfect.”
—because Daddy liked it, and my heart suddenly had wings.
Perfect? I’d show him perfect.
I swallowed, flexing my throat around his thick, girthy shaft and humming to let the vibrations stroke him.
He cursed again, then started to pant, his cock thickening and throbbing against my tongue as he held me against him and ground his hips into my face, finally using me the way he should. Like I really did belong to him. Like maybe, just maybe, he’d meant all of it.
I swallowed around his cock again, using my tongue and my throat and every trick I’d ever learned to make Daddy feel good.
A faint buzzing sounded in my ears and my own cock was on the verge of going off untouched, every sensation in my painfully aroused body escalating and multiplying and turning neon from the lack of oxygen.
My vision darkened at the edges, but I just worked Daddy’s cock even harder. I didn’t care if I passed out. I wanted to earn his cum. I wanted to be good for him the way he’d told me to. I wanted to feel him shoot down my throat and praise me afterward. I wanted—
“Jack,” Daddy shouted, finally giving me all of it. Everything I wanted. Everything he had. “Jesus fuck. You beautiful, perfect, filthy sweet boy. Fucking hell, baby. That’s… shit. So good. So, so good, sweetheart.”
Yes. That. So good. So, so good. That was exactly how making him come felt.
He was too deep for me to taste it, but I could feel him pulsing in my throat, and I pressed my face more tightly against him, never wanting to move.
Wanting my throat to be permanently stretched into the shape of his cock, to have every bit of me, inside and out, marked by his seed, to feel owned and held and cherished, just like this, for as long as he’d let me stay.
My eyes fluttered shut as the rushing in my ears got even louder, Daddy’s hands firm and secure where they held the back of my head and my arms—oops—wrapped tightly around his thighs.
But even though he hadn’t said I could touch him, he didn’t seem to mind.
Or maybe that was just because he was still coming.
Still using my throat as he milked out the last of it with slow, tiny thrusts, his cock still buried to the hilt while he gave me what I’d worked for and his deep voice growled out filthy praise that washed me in a low rumble and everything was… was just perfect.
Until I twitched, my body fighting for air even though every other part of me never wanted to move at all.
But the minute I started struggling, Daddy pushed me back, his cock trailing cum over my tongue and filling all my senses with his flavor as he pulled it out.
I instantly coughed and gasped and started to choke, but he held me steady. And having his hands on me, his taste on my tongue, the way my own cock was so achingly hard that just the way my shorts rubbed against it while I flailed and choked and coughed almost… almost made me…
Oh no. He hadn’t said I could come, but I didn’t think I could stop it. Any second now I was going to—
“Baby,” Daddy growled, yanking me up off the couch and against his chest about one second before I exploded. “Jesus.”
He leaned down and nuzzled my neck, still panting against my throat as his thick, wet cock rubbed across my belly.
It was softening, but oh God, feeling it against me, and his hot mouth on my skin, and his arms so tight around me, plus the way my dick was grinding against his thigh… I really was going to come.
I didn’t have permission, and I was going to come all over him.
I gasped, trying not to. Trying to be good. Trying so, so hard.
“Daddy,” I said desperately, struggling to twist myself away. “Please. I need—”
He chuckled, sliding his hands down to my ass and lifting me. “I know. And I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
I squeaked, which might have been mortifying if I wasn’t still trying not to come… not to mention busy clamping my arms and legs around him and holding on for dear life as he turned and started walking, carrying me, toward the bedroom.
Every step had my cock rubbing against him, and I buried my face against his shoulder and whimpered, sure at any minute that I was going to soak his nice shirt in fountains of cum.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, even though it hadn’t happened yet. “Daddy, I can’t, I’m going to, please—”
“No,” he cut in firmly.
And just like that, even though having him take charge made me even hornier, my cock settled down and decided to behave.