36. Wallace #2
After that, Wallace didn’t hold back in taking his own pleasure, letting his eyes flutter shut.
He suckled harder on the toe, circling it with his tongue and memorizing each unique texture.
Rougher on the bottom. Smooth across the perfect toenail.
Rugged on the knuckle. He hummed his enjoyment, letting his whole body relax.
“Fuck, creampuff,” Daddy exhaled. “You like having something in your mouth, don’t you?”
He nodded, eyes still closed. He loved having any part of Daddy inside him, in any way.
He wanted to serve. Wanted to make Daddy feel good. He started massaging Daddy’s foot, looking up through slitted eyes to see if Daddy liked that as well.
Hmmm… not a big reaction, which probably made sense as Daddy’s mechanical parts wouldn’t exactly get foot pain from standing or walking too much.
Instead, he tried adding the second toe to his mouth beside the first one and flicking his tongue into the valley between them.
Daddy gasped, throwing his head back and panting.
God, his Daddy was beautiful.
Wallace systematically explored the space between each pair of toes, watching Daddy squirm and moan with each one. His hands were clenched on the edge of the mattress.
“Baby, did you discover a new foot fetish?” Daddy asked when he managed to gain some control.
Wallace pulled back just enough to answer. “No, Daddy. Just a you fetish.”
Daddy shook his head. “How do I even deserve you?”
Wallace answered over the bridge of his foot, voice low like a secret between them. “By being a magnificent Daddy. By taking care of me and guiding me and loving me. By being everything I want in the world.”
Daddy’s eyes went soft now, like he was truly taking in the message.
Wallace gave the top of Daddy’s foot one more kiss, then bent his body to follow it back down to the floor. He wanted Daddy to see his submission viscerally, to leave an image burned in his mind and recorded in the special storage drive that he knew Daddy kept for all of his most precious memories.
Then, he slowly started kissing and licking up Daddy’s leg. He wasn’t in any hurry. When he found a spot he liked, he lingered there. The bulge of Daddy’s calf. The soft skin behind his knee. And, good God, the muscles in those thighs.
He could worship those thick thighs forever, making happy little sounds and just breathing Daddy in.
Daddy put a hand on the back of his head, and a moan spilled from his lips.
“Yes, Daddy,” he panted. “Tell me where to worship you next. Put me where you want me.”
Daddy chuckled, dark and a little mean. “Be careful, baby. Or you’ll just end up on my cock.”
Wallace whimpered, shivers going through his body. “Please, Daddy. Put me on your cock. Make me take it.” That sounded perfect.
“Not yet,” Daddy warned.
And that was when everything clicked into place. Daddy was deliciously in charge. Wallace was beautifully at his mercy. The connection between them was complete, making Wallace almost swoon with how right it felt.
Daddy dragged him up by his hair, pressing Wallace’s face to his chest, then guiding his mouth to one lush, pert nipple.
Wallace nearly came on the spot.
He shuddered and moaned, taking the bud into his mouth to tease and nibble. God, he was obsessed with those perfect nipples.
Usually, when Daddy let him suckle them, it was relaxing. A comfort.
But this was all fire. Wallace’s scalp stung where Daddy’s fingers confined him, the pain driving him higher. He bit a little sharper, sucked a little harder, teased with puffs of heated air while Daddy ground him against his chest so tightly that he could hardly breathe.
Daddy switched him to the other side. God, this was the manhandling Wallace had been looking for. He sucked desperately. Bit. Teased. Worked his mouth in every way he knew how, listening for Daddy’s moans of ecstasy.
Daddy didn’t let go of his hair as he dragged him around his chest, giving Wallace little gifts of each part of him. His thick, dreamy pecs. His tight, muscular abdomen. Even his smooth armpits, which could never sweat but still held the slightly embarrassing connotation of being dirty.
He was in heaven.
He’d had a plan before, but now all he could do was feel. Touch. Taste. Obey.
He was getting lost in it. Daddy’s perfect skin. Daddy’s decadent muscles. Daddy’s moans and gasps.
And God, that hand in his hair, providing the perfect counterpoint of pain. The reminder that Daddy owned him. That his choices were not his own, and all he had to do was serve.
The distant thought crossed his mind that it would feel even better if his hair was longer.
“Good girl,” Daddy cooed. “Yeah, that’s right, creampuff. Get in there.”
Wallace could hear himself moaning and whimpering, but even that was getting far away. All of his senses were tuned toward Daddy, who was now guiding him down his chest.
Wallace passed his sternum. His abdomen. The place where he would have a happy trail, if body hair were part of his design. Daddy’s erection pressed against his chest, temptingly close, but not close enough.
“Please,” Wallace murmured. “Please, Daddy.”
“What does my pretty pansy want?” Daddy asked.
“Your cock, Daddy. I want it so much.” It seemed like if he didn’t get it now, he would die.
“Hmmm…” Daddy teased. “Do you really want it?”
Wallace nodded, the movement sending extra shocks through his scalp. “I need it, Daddy. Please let me have it. Fuck my face. Ruin my throat.”
“Damn,” Daddy swore. “You really want that?”
“Please, Daddy! I need you to own me.”
Daddy’s fingers tightened, and Wallace decided then and there that he was going to grow his hair out. It would be long and luxurious, so Daddy could tangle his hands in it and put Wallace exactly where he belonged.
And now that he’d quit his job, it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. He was proud to be Daddy’s baby girl, and he would be beautiful for his Daddy. His soft hair could rest on his shoulders or run down his back.
But right now, he needed his mouth stuffed full and his brain turned off.
“Please, Daddy,” he begged again. “Make me cry.”
Daddy swore again, and that seemed to be all he could take. “Open,” he commanded.
Wallace opened wide, sticking out his tongue.
“Suck.”
Oh, God, yes. Daddy had only given him the tip so far, but it was perfect.
Round and smooth, he couldn’t get enough of tracing it with his tongue.
His own cocklet throbbed in his panties, so hard that it hurt, but it was immaterial right now.
All he needed was Daddy’s thick cock filling up his mouth.
There was a tiny spurt of flavor, which he realized must be precum. Daddy had never done that before, and Wallace wondered if he even realized it had happened. He chased the tangy-sweet taste, licking Daddy’s slit and pressing inside with his tongue
“Breathe, baby. Through your nose.” Daddy commanded, still heavy on Wallace’s tongue.
Oh, fuck, yeah. This was what Wallace had been craving. He exhaled, then inhaled again.
That was all the warning he got before Daddy pressed inside, battling against Wallace’s gag reflex.
Even prepared, Wallace still felt overwhelmed and invaded.
He jerked back at one point, nearly choking, but Daddy seemed to understand, because he mercifully kept going.
His cock seemed impossibly thick. There was no way it could fit down Wallace’s throat.
And then it was.
He moaned around the fullness in his throat and Daddy swore.
Heavy. Full. Pressing uncomfortably against the tight opening, but the pain was perfect too. Tears sprung from Wallace’s eyes, running freely down his cheeks.
He loved it.
He tried, instinctively, to breathe, but nothing happened. His lungs started to burn, maybe just from knowing that there was no more air coming.
Daddy pet his hair, soft and gentle. “Good boy,” he cooed. “Such a good boy for me.”
The discomfort. The burning lungs. It was all for his Daddy. It was perfect.
“Breathe through your nose,” Daddy instructed, still petting his hair with those light, soothing touches that were so different from the intensity of his cock.
Wallace discovered that he could breathe now, by some magic of positioning, and he took a few careful breaths. His whole being centered on taking Daddy down his throat. Of bringing him pleasure.
Daddy slowly pulled out and Wallace coughed, swallowing a few times to soothe his ragged throat and get rid of the pooled saliva.
“How are you doing?” Daddy asked, stroking the trail of tears that ran down his cheek.
“Perfect, Daddy.” Yeah, his voice was already rough, just like he’d wanted.
“You’re sure you want more?”
Wallace rubbed his lips against the big, gorgeous cock in front of him. He’d never been more sure of anything in his life. His panties were wet with need. “I love you, Daddy. And I want you to ruin me. I need this.”
“God, baby.” Then Daddy was pushing in. Slowly, at first. Then thrusting. Bruising. Using him.
It was rough and too fast and absolutely perfect. His mouth was too full. His tongue couldn’t even attempt to lick because Daddy was hammering into him.
He attempted to breathe, and sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t, but did it really matter?
Wallace’s mind went a little hazy.
He was dissolving into the sensation of those hands cradling his head and stroking his hair so gently. The impossibly thick cock filling his throat. The sounds Daddy was making as he let his desires loose.
And those emerald eyes looking down at him with such passion and love.
God, he could get lost in those eyes. He wanted to wake up to them every day.
“Baaaaaaaaabee-ee-ee,” Daddy wailed. “Ohhhh….”
Oh, fuck. Daddy was losing it, slurring his words. Wallace had only heard him do that a few times, and it always sent a bolt of lust and accomplishment through him.
He was the one who was making Daddy feel good.
Wallace sucked harder, using his next breathing break to flick his tongue over Daddy’s frenulum.