All of me.
And if he regretted it in the morning? Well he wouldn't be the first.
"Go on then," I ordered. "Clean it. And it better be spotless by the time you're done or I won't give you a reward."
He blinked. Then he blinked again.
It was kind of cute. And I made a mental note of what I needed to do to rob this boy of his speech.
My breath caught as he pushed up from the bed, and I held it there as I watched him lean closer and closer to my cock.
At the first touch of his warm tongue to my stomach my cock gave a valiant effort at revitalization, jumping slightly. Archie turned licking up cum into an art form, and by the time he had—first—cleaned my stomach, and then licked and sucked my fingers clean, I was already hard again.
This hadn't happened to me since I was a recruit in the army.
But I wasn't going to question it.
I'd given in to Alfie's temptation, so I might as well go along for the ride and enjoy it all.
"Hmmm," Alfie murmured while eyeing my straining erection. "I've cleaned you all up, Daddy. Does that mean I get my rewardnow?" He licked his lips, making it clear what he wanted that reward to be. And even though I'd never been anyone's Daddy before I knew I would be an exceptionally bad one if I didn't give my boy exactly what he wanted.
"Yeah, boy. You can have whatever you want," I promised him.
Alfie chuckled before licking up the shaft from the root to the tip. My heart nearly stopped at the look he sent my way. "Be careful what you promise me, Daddy. I might just take something you're not ready to give."
I didn't give that first fuck.
Instead, I reached across, dug my fingers into his hair and encouraged him to move back to my dick.
At the first feel of his wet mouth on my body I bit out a string of curses as I threw back my head against the pillows.
Even though I knew this was a huge mistake, and I'd probably regret it in the morning, in that moment all I cared about was him and his mouth.
8
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 wasreallyglad I’d left Mr. Ford in my backpack, because he certainlydid notneed 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 mytongue 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.
