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I pull my hand away just before she reaches the crescendo. Her outraged huff brings a smile to my face truer than any I think I’ve ever had.
“Daddy that’s mean!”
Oh, she has no idea.
“Orgasms are for good girls, sweet one. You have to earn them.” I slide her off my lap to kneel between my spread thighs, snagging the dark green bra she’s worn in lieu of a shirt. We’ll have a discussion later about leaving the condo with these glorious tits on display. For now, I’m going to focus on how fucking sexy her handful-sized breasts are and how amazing they’ll feel one day when I tit fuck my fat cock between them.
I settle her on her knees before sitting back in my chair. Her eyes meet mine, waiting for permission I’m all too happy to provide.
“Suck, little doll. Take care of Santa Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
ChapterTwelve
Greer
“Iwanna be your good girl, Daddy. Forever and ever.” It doesn’t feel as if we’re role playing. Oh sure, the Santa bit is seasonally appropriate and blah blah. Being on my knees for him, calling him Daddy and relying on him to give me what I need feels more right than any role play game.
“You are my good girl, Greer. My very clever, good, good baby doll,” he vows.
I hear the wonder and devotion in his voice. It makes me marvel that no one has claimed his heart before now. What has he gone through that he’s so shocked by my adoration?
Resolving to figure out all his deepest secrets, but later, I focus on the straining ridge of his erection as it runs along his leg. It was unmistakable when I sat on his lap, and now that it’s right in front of my face, I can’t help the awe that overtakes me. That thing’s enormous.
“Um, Sir, this thing might be too big.” I haven’t even gotten him out of his pants yet, and I’m already a lot worried that it won’t fit.
“It was made for you, Greer. It’s gonna be just fine. Once I get balls deep inside that hot cunt of yours, this thick cock will become your throne. You’ll climb up on it every time you want something from Daddy. Every time you get a tickle in your tummy that tells you it’s time for orgasms, you’ll come find this cock that belongs to you and slide down on it like a magic wish-granting wand.”
My tummy’s already tingling from the need to come. His words just make the little zaps of urgency race through me even faster. He lifts his hips while I tug at his slacks until I have to stand and pull them the rest of the way off. He kicks off his shoes and socks while I go to work on the buttons of his shirt. Soon, he’s sitting back in his chair like a ruling monarch. A very naked ruling monarch.
My fingertip traces a pulsing vein that winds from the dark nest of closely trimmed pubic hair at his base up to where it disappears into the broad helmet at his tip. My touch makes it quiver, and a thick bead of pearly cum pools at the deep slit in the center.
“I think it likes me, Sir.” I watch him smiling down at me. Somehow, I get the impression he doesn’t do that enough. Smile, I mean.
“You’ll call me Eco when you’re on your knees for me, baby doll. That’s my name.”
“Eco. I like that name. It suits you. I can still call you Daddy, though, too. Right?” I like calling him Daddy. It feels deliciously nasty. Something for just the two of us to share. Daddy kink was a common request from my channel subscribers, but it never felt right to cam with that theme. Now, I know it’s because a daddy, my real daddy, was on the way to me.
It’s right that this is something just between us. Nobody else.
“Yeah, baby. You can still call me Daddy.” His fingers thread through my hair, rough calluses snagging and tangling in my curls as he guides my head toward his twitching shaft.
“But right now, it’s time to suck.”
I stretch my lips as wide as I can to take as much of him into my mouth as possible. He groans, and immediately, I feel the thick cream of his precum coating my tongue. Between his pleasure and my spit, there’s more than enough lubrication for him to push deeper and deeper into my throat.
I swallow, breathing through my nose to take him past my gag reflex, until it feels as if I can’t take him any farther. He holds me there for a moment more, just until my eyes are blurry with tears and the lack of air makes me lightheaded. His hands pull me off him and allow me to gasp several times before he guides me right back onto his thick cock.
Over and over, he repeats the cycle until I’m nearly mindless with it. My jaw has gone numb, but every other part of me throbs with heat and desperate arousal. Every time he bottoms out in my throat, he grunts with satisfaction. The approval warms me. His pride fills a hole inside me I wasn’t aware existed. A different hole becomes insistent, though.
I slip my left hand between my legs and circle my clit with my fingertips. I match my strokes with the rhythm of my right hand clasping and tugging at his balls and my mouth being worked over his length. The whole production feels like a choreographed scene, but it’s really just the perfection of us together.
Just when I think he’s reaching the point of no return, when I’m preparing myself for the load of cum he’s surely going to blast down my throat, Eco peels my mouth away from his cock and throws himself against the back of the chair.
“Not coming anywhere but in that perfect pussy until you’re bred, baby doll. Tell me. You on anything to stop me from breeding you tonight?”
It takes a hot minute for the words to register. We just met. He literally only told me his name moments ago, when he was seconds away from cramming his dick down my throat. But he already wants to knock me up? That’s craziness. Maybe, it’s just sex talk. The sort of thing some men throw out there in the heat of the moment.
Part of me wants to agree to anything, just go with the moment and let it carry me. My body’s so hungry for its orgasm I’m almost willing to make whatever promise necessary to get him to fuck me. Memory pricks at me. The number of times the contract with me demanded I never lie to him and always give him the truth, whether I want to or not.
