Chapter 19 Cabin Fever #4
He pulled back slowly, let me gasp in a breath, then pushed back in. Deeper this time. His hand stayed on my throat, feeling himself moving in and out, and the sensation of it made my own cock leak steadily.
“So fucking good. Your throat feels incredible. So tight and hot around me.”
He started fucking my face in earnest now, hands gripping my head to hold me in place while he thrust. The angle let him go so deep I could barely breathe, could only take quick gasps when he pulled back.
“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 was almost 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 do this 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 distinctly him. It made my head spin, made my cock throb.
“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.”
I went back to it, tongue pushing inside his hole, tasting him as deeply as I could while his fingers worked me open. He added a third finger, stretching me wider, and I felt the burn intensify.
His mouth never left my cock. He sucked me steadily, throat relaxing to take me deep, while his fingers fucked into me relentlessly. Every thrust hit my prostate, sending shocks of pleasure through my system.
Then he pulled off my cock with a wet sound and said, “Open your mouth. Wide.”
I did, confused for only a second before I understood what he was asking for.
“Gonna give you something else to swallow,” he said, voice rough. “You want it?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please.”
He shifted his position slightly, angling his cock toward my open mouth, and then I felt the first warm splash hit my tongue. The taste was bitter, unmistakably piss, and it filled my mouth quickly.
“Swallow it. Don't spill a drop.”
I swallowed frantically, the warm liquid going down my throat while more kept coming.
It was filthy and degrading and so fucking hot I thought I might come untouched.
He kept going, a steady stream that I struggled to keep up with, some of it escaping the corners of my mouth and running down my cheeks.
“That's it. Take it all. Such a good little piss slut for Daddy.”
I swallowed and swallowed until finally the stream slowed and stopped. I was breathing hard, face wet and messy, and when I looked up at him his eyes were black with lust.
“Fucking perfect. Look at you. Covered in my piss, full of it.” He ran his thumb over my lips, gathering the wetness there. “You're mine. Marked inside and out.”
“Yes, Daddy. I'm yours.”
He pulled his fingers out of my hole and climbed off me. “On your hands and knees. Now.”
I scrambled to obey, getting into position despite my shoulder protesting the movement. I kept my weight on my good side, ass up and presented for him.
His hands came to my hips immediately, gripping hard, thumbs tracing the curve of my ass like he was memorizing it. I could feel his cock hard against my lower back, feel the heat of him, and I pushed back instinctively.
“Stay still.” The command was rough, breathless. His hands spread my cheeks, and I felt him press closer—and then pause.
“Lube. Where is it?” His voice was ragged, barely controlled. Like the question was costing him something.
“Bag,” I managed. “My bag. Side pocket.”