Chapter 7
This was really happening.
I mean, obviously, I was a positive-thinking kind of person. And ever since I saw Crowe, I knew I had to have him.
But let's face it. Big boy on the bed has been fighting me tooth-and-nail pretty much every step of the way.
But now... There he was... letting me have my wicked way with him. And hopefully—if I played my cards right—he'd have his way with me too. In such a way that I'd feel him inside me for days to come. Not to mention the buckets of cum I hoped he would fill me with.
I had a fleeting thought that I was really glad I’d left Mr. Ford in my backpack, because he certainly did not need to be seeing anything that was about to go down.
Instead of going straight for Daddy’s cock, like I was so desperate to, I continue to taste and nibble my way around his lower stomach and groin. The lingering taste of his cum on my tongue is enough to satisfy me for now, and I don't want this to end too quickly.
I had my Daddy exactly where I wanted him, and I wasn’t letting him get away without having my fill.
His entire body was covered with a soft matting of hair, and the feel of it tickling against my skin was enough to drive me insane. Living my life on the road has made me intimately acquainted with all kinds of men. I've had my taste of the rainbow, and loved every single body type.
But this Daddy? This delicious man with thick, strong thighs, shoulders I could cling to, and an ass I could drown myself in? He was pure perfection.
As I settled between his thighs, I pushed them further apart, so I could have access to all of him.
He might have thought I meant to have his cock as my treat.
.. and eventually I would... but first I was going to explore.
And that hole winking at me from between those two sexy globes. .. that was my first destination.
At my first tentative foray between his cheeks with my tongue, I tensed slightly, waiting for his reaction. But when he relaxed even more, spreading his legs wider, I took that as the permission I needed and dived right in.
Crowe tasted like everything I’ve wanted, and having this man at my mercy was an unimaginable power trip. His large body tensed slightly as I licked at his tight hole, but when my tongue delved deeper, he shuddered before letting out a low, encouraging moan.
"Yes, baby. Just like that."
The praise was everything I needed. My hands dug into his thighs, more to anchor myself because it felt like I was flying high and would float away at any moment as he allowed me to taste, lick, and slowly start to fuck his pucker with my tongue.
And then I wasn't bent over Crowe anymore.
Nope. Nuh-uh.
Wanna know why?
Well, that would be because one second I was tasting the best ass of my life, and the next I was face down in the bed with a large beast of a man wrapped around my back.
"Think you can tease me, boy?" he growled in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Think you can fuck my ass with your tongue and make me tremble for you without payback?"
Oh. My. Good. Grief.
I was rendered speechless. And believe-you-me, this was not a common occurrence.
"Answer me," Crowe ordered as his hand came down on my upturned ass.
The red-hot sting lit up my nerve endings, and I pushed up against his hand, my ass seeking more of the fiery sensation.
"Oh, I see," he chuckled as I moaned when his hand came down on my ass again. "You like this, naughty boy. You want your Daddy to spank this ass of yours."
Fuck.
How was I supposed to use words when he was doing this to me? Wasn't it just two minutes ago when I was trying to own his ass, and now, here we were, and he was literally owning my ass, and I couldn't even come up with a suitable response to any of his questions.
Who knew that silent, growly man had this in him?
Okay. Me. I knew it. But seriously. This shit was hot.
Twice more, he spanked my ass, and I was on the verge of grabbing my cock. Either to stroke it so I could let loose some of this pressure building inside me, or to take it in hand so I could stop myself from coming on the sheets and embarrassing myself.
Just as I was about to give in to the urge, a hand clasped around my wrist. "Nuh-uh-uh.
Naughty boy. Brats don't get to touch their cocks.
Brats that tease their Daddies definitely don't get to play with themselves either.
Now, you're going to stay exactly like this, and if you're really good, I'll let you come when I'm done with you. "
Well. Fuck me.
I wanted a Daddy.
I wanted to be owned.
In fact, I was pretty sure I had asked for this. No, I had pushed for this.
Now... here I was. Trapped, face down, ass in the air, waiting to see what this beast of a man would do to me.
For the briefest of moments, I wondered if I bit off more than I could chew, but then I felt a finger prod at my entrance, and all my worries fled.
"Are you going to take me like this, baby? Will you let me fill you up like this? Or will I eat your ass, loosen your hole and make it all sloppy before I give you what you've been begging for?"
What the fuck even was this? There was no way in hell that he could be this sexy, this dominant, and a master at dirty talk.
"Alfie, my perfectly naughty boy, you're going to have to answer me. I'm not moving another inch until you do."
Wait... what?
Words.
I could do words.
Sure.
"Please," I pushed out, the word more like a low moan than an actual request. And even though I didn't know what I was pleading for, I was proud of myself for managing even that.
"Please, what, baby? What do you want Daddy to do?"
I couldn't focus. I couldn't put a single thought together. But for Daddy, I needed to.
To come, I needed to.
"Eat me, Daddy."
That was it. That was all I could manage.
And luckily, that was exactly enough.
Crowe took my request and responded spectacularly.
He didn't tease. Or torment. Nope. He devoured.
Within minutes, I was a wrecked mess, crying, begging, at times even demanding he fill me, but he didn't.
Nope, he fucked my hole with his tongue, diving in like a man starved.
At that point I was pretty sure all it would take was a stiff breeze on my cock and I'd be coming like a damned school boy.
And somehow, I was completely okay with that.
"There we go," Crowe finally came up for air and growled. "Now you're all sloppy and ready for your Daddy's cock."
Fuck me.
Was I ever. I've probably been ready for it since the day I figured out I liked cock more than tits.