Chapter 20
TWENTY
What begins as a sweet peck turns into a deep, penetrating kiss that makes my body hum with need. I run my hands up and down his back, wishing he would take his clothes off so I can see him naked, too.
I’m not surprised when he releases my lips, only to nibble a path down my neck and between my breasts. He firmly grips my wrists and holds them at my sides, causing my arousal to shoot even higher.
When Daddy takes one of my nipples into his mouth, I cry out. He’s mastered the art of sucking just hard enough to give me a zap of pain that runs straight to my clit.
After soothing the swollen bud with laps of his tongue, he switches to its twin and bites down.
Heavens, that feels good. So good. I love it when he nips my skin, giving me a rush. And he knows it because he can scent the arousal flooding out of me.
Daddy shifts his attention lower, kissing my tummy before reaching my pussy. “Wrap your legs around my shoulders, Little pet,” he orders.
Whimpering, I obey him.
The moment his lips are on my pussy, another gush of wetness leaves my body.
I’m so close already, panting in anticipation of his tongue inside me.
He does this to me so often that I’m addicted.
My pussy pulses prematurely, gripping at nothing as I wait impatiently for him to push that wicked tongue into me, where it will swell and vibrate and send me to the stars.
Daddy doesn’t waste time. I’m stunned by how fast he thrusts into my channel, filling me fuller than usual all at once. He’s already let his tongue swell before entering me, so the pressure is tight.
My eyes roll back, and the moment the vibrations start, I come, screaming.
It’s useless to attempt to escape his hold, but I try anyway, bucking and writhing.
Perhaps I do it so he’ll hold me firmer, and he doesn’t disappoint.
He presses my wrists into the mattress, keeping me from pulling away from his tongue.
I gasp as the waves of my release subside because Daddy’s tongue grows even bigger than ever, so much so that it feels like he’s going to rip my body apart.
It hurts, almost too much. I hold my breath for a moment, trying to relax and adjust to the stretch. I know this is necessary. He’s preparing me for his cock. I need to be brave.
Suddenly, Daddy pulls almost out of me and thrusts back in farther. It’s too much, and I cry out, but he doesn’t stop. Over and over, he drives his enormous tongue deeper until the discomfort eases, and I’m once again on the cusp of another giant release.
When Daddy presses his nose against my clit and increases the vibrations, I’m pushed into that state of bliss I’ve grown addicted to. Wave after wave of nirvana consumes me as Daddy lets his tongue recede and slide out.
Blinking as I try to catch my breath, I watch as Daddy shoves off the bed. His gaze never leaves mine. His mouth is wet from my juices, but he doesn’t wipe it. His eyes are darker than usual as he slowly strips out of his clothes.
Lastly, he pushes the front of his briefs over his shaft, letting it pop free.
It’s huge, and my breath hitches. No matter how wide he was able to make his tongue to prepare me, I don’t think he’s ever stretched me as far as his cock is going to.
I’m shaking as he shrugs completely out of his briefs. He’s stunningly gorgeous, but it’s possible the injection is forcing me to think so. It doesn’t matter. It’s done. I’m so attracted to him that I don’t care that we had an artificial beginning.
My gaze roams up and down his body as he remains standing, letting me look. He takes his cock in his hand and slides his palm up and down the shaft. There’s a drop of white at the slit along the head, and I realize I want to taste it.
Finding my strength, I roll onto all fours and crawl toward him. His legs are so long that my mouth easily lines up with his shaft.
Daddy’s free hand comes to the back of my head, and he pets me soothingly in sharp contrast to the way he held me down moments ago and forced me to come twice.
“Suckle on the tip, Little pet.”
My body quivers as I lean closer, keeping my hands on the mattress. He didn’t say I could touch him with anything but my mouth.
The first thing I do is instinctive. I flick my tongue through the slit, gathering his semen and bringing it into my mouth.
It’s salty, but the flavor is all Daddy.
His essence. The scent that’s always coming off him.
It’s like tasting his pheromones. Suddenly, I have a new craving I know will not abate.
“Suck, naughty girl,” he growls, pressing my head toward him. “Draw Daddy’s cock into your mouth and suck as deeply as you can.”
I’m scared, but I don’t dare deny him. I don’t even want to. I need him inside my mouth as much as he seems to desire.
With my lips wrapped around his enormous girth, I lean forward, hollowing my cheeks to pull him in farther. There’s a moment of panic when he thrusts forward, entering me more than I’m prepared for.
“Inhale through your nose, Little pet. Let me train your mouth.”
I didn’t see this coming. I never considered that he would want to put his shaft inside my mouth. I’ve spent all my time worrying about how it would feel inside my pussy. This unexpected turn of events is making me off balance.
More of his essence leaks from the tip to coat my tongue and run down the back of my throat. I hum around it, suddenly finding myself needing more. If I suck harder, will the cream substance fill my mouth?
Desperate, I make an attempt. I even move closer and lift my hands, balancing on my knees while I grab Daddy’s hips.
He growls, the feral sound filling the room as he grips the back of my neck. “That’s my good girl. Suck Daddy’s cock,” he grits out. It seems like it’s difficult for him to speak.
I feel empowered by this knowledge. He keeps me off balance all day long.
For once, I’m the one sending him into a tailspin.
Emboldened, I draw him deeper. It’s too much.
He’s almost cutting off my airway. His shaft is too large, but I can’t stop myself.
Mind over matter. I inhale through my nose and let out the breath as I focus on my task.
On a low moan, Daddy grabs my braid and tugs me off him.
I whine at the loss, “Daddy, no. Please. I need…” I tip my head back to look up at him.
His expression is unlike any I’ve ever seen on him. Brows furrowed, jaw loose. He licks his lips. “Zoey…”
“Please, Daddy,” I beg. I don’t even know for sure what I’m asking for, but I’m educated enough to know that any second now he’s going to orgasm, and that will include jets of his semen squirting out. I want that in my mouth. I want to taste it, swallow it. I want it inside me.
Daddy releases my hair and nods, giving me permission to continue. His hands hang loosely at his sides.
I stare up at him for long seconds, stunned by this development. He’s letting me suck him, and he’s not going to control it. I’ve never felt so elated in my life.
With renewed drive, I wrap my lips around his enormous bobbing shaft, stilling and sucking in hard.
The tip touches the back of my throat. I’m not scared, and I’m sure there will be times in the future when I will want him to ejaculate directly down my throat.
Heavens, there will be times when Daddy will probably force me to do so.
But for this first experience, I don’t want his come going straight down. I want to taste it, savor it, roll it around in my mouth. So I ease back a few inches, hold him firmly, and stroke his cock with my tongue, petting him the way he pets me.
A deep groan is the only warning I get before Daddy’s cock stiffens slightly more, and then jets of his semen fill my mouth. Over and over. More than I anticipated. I lose count of how many times the substance squirts against my tongue.
I have a new addiction now: I’ll forever crave Yozef’s ejaculation.