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Oh, God. Yes… please. I fumble for his button and drag down the zipper, rocking my face to the side—as much as I can while he holds me in place—to lower it completely.
His cock is contained by a pair of tight, silky black briefs, and when it jerks, I gasp as it knocks against my lips. “Daddy.”
He pulls his shirt out of the way with one hand, keeping his other hand firmly planted on the back of my head. “Keep going, sweetheart.”
He shifts just enough that I can pull everything down below his heavy balls, his thick cock popping out to arch toward his belly, and then releases his hold on my head to slide his jacket off and pull his shirt over his head.
I look up at him, wanting so badly to swallow his cock but wanting, even more, to wait and be told to.
Daddy looks down at me with a smile that tells me he knows, even before I do, every one of those wants. He settles back, leaning back on his hands and making no move to help me, and he looks both debauched and commanding. He’s a king, waiting to be served by those who worship him, and the only thing better than being the one at his feet is knowing how hot Cade will find it to see me here.
Daddy wraps his hand around his shaft and points it toward my face. “Is this what you want?”
I lick my lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
“And you’re waiting so beautifully,” he praises, making my whole body light up. “Such a good girl. Now give it a little kiss.”
I lean forward, letting myself revel in the touch of that heated, silky skin against my lips. Just that one touch, barely a taste, and I’m already moaning. I’ve always loved sucking dick, and Daddy’s cock is thick, thicker than Cade’s, with juicy veins wrapped around the length that made me want way more than just a single kiss.
Although honestly, I’m not even sure I’ll be able to take it down my throat. I can do it with Cade’s, which I think is a little longer than Daddy’s, but more slender.
I want to try. I want to swallow it. I want my jaw to ache and my senses filled with him. But what makes me burn at just the single touch Daddy allows me right now is the way he stays in control.
“Show me your tongue, baby. Get my tip nice and wet.”
I moan again, and Cade moans behind me as I dart my tongue out and circle the tip, just like Daddy told me to. He’s already dripping little pearls of moisture, and I eagerly lick up the briny treat, coaxing drop after drop out, then notice how much Daddy likes it when I hit that tasty little triangle just below the head, so I focus all my attention there.
Daddy grunts, his breath quickening. “Good girl.” His hand finds its way to the back of my head again, and he urges me forward. “How deep do you think you can take me?”
“I’m not sure, Daddy,” I tell him honestly. Then, a pulse of heat making me want to press my thighs together, I add, as innocently as I can manage. “Maybe you can help me?”
Now Daddy really groans. “Oh, I can help you, little girl.”
He keeps his hand on my head while he stands up, the space between us so small that his cock bobs against my cheek, smearing his scent on my face as he guides it toward my lips.
I try to lunge forward, but Daddy holds me in place, shifting his hips back a little. “Who’s in charge, sweetheart?”
I look up at him, making a desperate sound that I’m not even embarrassed about.
“God, Yaz, you’re so beautiful,” Cade murmurs behind me, his voice trembling a little with strain.
“She is, sweet boy,” Daddy says without looking away from me. His length kicks against my cheek as heat flares in his eyes, and he runs his fingers over my lips and murmurs. “But she’ll look even more beautiful with her mouth full of cock, won’t she?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Cade whispers. “She’s… she’s really good at it.”
Daddy smiles at me. “Open that pretty mouth. Let’s see what you can do.”
He pulls on my chin, and I drop open for him.
“Let me see your tongue.”
I extend it, panting a little, and Daddy slides his cock into my mouth… and doesn’t stop.
“If it’s too much, tap my leg,” he says, a little strain in his voice, too, as he pushes toward the back of my throat.
I make a muffled sound, shivering a little as a needy, electric heat rolls through me, lighting up my core, and Daddy gives me a wicked smile. “Greedy girl. Now suck it.”
He’s right. I am greedy. I’m starving for his cock, which is good, because he’s pressed so close now—his hand firmly on the back of my head—that I can barely pull back without leaning uncomfortably backward on my heels, so the only way to do what I’ve been told to is to surge forward.
