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 sendinghiminto 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’masking 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.
TWENTY-ONE
The moment I release Daddy’s cock, he tucks his hands under my arms and lifts me up his body.
