That feverish heat made a swift return to my face. “Um.”
Why couldn’t I just say it? I’d never had any issues begging for his cock.
“Now you’re shy?” The wry amusement in his voice pushed at my mind-set. It made me feel smaller in a strange way. Then he forced the plug all the way in and smacked my ass.
“Hnngh.” I failed to withhold a groan.
He eased away. “Get on your knees next to me.” He reappeared and sat down on the love seat, leaving the spot closest to the door available. “It’s time you tasted a big, proper cock. Not whatever it is you’re doing when you’re out with your little friends.”
Fuck yes.
I scrambled into position while he unzipped his pants, and I knew exactly what the men in the doorway saw with my back to them. I bet Gideon knew too.
He didn’t tell me what to do beyond what he’d already said. Instead, he released his cock from his boxer briefs, cupped the back of my neck, and pulled me down to him.
My mouth watered, and I took him as deeply as I could.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” he murmured. “My cock.”
I nodded and swirled my tongue around him.
He hummed and slid his hand down to my ass, and he kneaded one cheek, spreading them both, giving our audience a show.
“That’s good.” He released a breath and moved his fingers into my hair. “Keep going. Oh, that’s so good.”
He tensed up a little as I sucked him harder.
I wasn’t sure if I was doing this for him or for me, to be honest, because I’d grown seriously addicted to his long and thick cock.
“I’ll give you ten seconds,” he told me. “If you don’t confess where you want your father’s cock by then, I will zip up and take you home.”
With those words and that ultimatum, I only needed two seconds.
“In my ass, Dad,” I panted. I gripped his cock and stroked it quickly, and I flicked the tip of my tongue over the head. “I want you to fuck me.”
He combed his fingers through my hair. “Mmm, wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I gasped as a sharp sting radiated from the back of my head when he pulled me back.
“Daddy’s going to make your dreams come true,” he whispered against my cheek. Behind my back, he twisted the plug in my ass and slowly pulled it out. “I’ll fill my boy’s little bottom with so much come that it’ll run down your legs later.”
I whimpered, and my chest heaved with my next breath. I couldn’t believe his filthy mouth—this was what winning the dirtiest lottery on the planet felt like. Whatever he wanted, he could have. I’d even get on my knees and beg him to take it.
On my knees was how he wanted me, too. With my hands grabbing the back of the sofa, I pushed my ass out for him while he stood behind me and lubed up his cock.
Then he gave my ass a solid smack, and all I did was moan something incoherent.
“You greedy little whore,” he murmured. “I want you this desperate for me at all times.”
“Yes, sir,” I groaned. “Whenever you want.”
He shifted one hand to my hip and used the other to guide his cock to my ass, and there was no warning. He sank into me in one slow, fluid thrust.
His exhale rocked me to my core. It was filled with pleasure and relief, and I wanted to make him feel that way forever.
He just fucking owned me. He fucked me, and he owned me. With a forceful grip on my hips, he drove his cock in and out of me and created the sexiest sounds whenever his pelvis hit my flesh.
Moans filled the air, and not all of them belonged to Daddy and me.
It made me wanna roll around in the attention we were given. I groaned pleadingly and arched my back, and I started stroking myself off. Sweat beaded over my skin. My breath turned shallow. And the rhythm fucked my brain. It was out of this world. Push, pull, Gideon’s grunt, push, pull, Gideon’s groan, push, pull, Gideon smacking my ass again.
“Harder, Daddy,” I begged. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. He felt fucking incredible, and he was hitting all the right places. “Fuck me harder.”
He tightened his grip and slammed into me, and I cried out as pleasure and pain washed over me in a heated rush.
“Now that you’ve demonstrated what a needy slut you are,” he grunted, “don’t think for a second I won’t come into your room at night.”
I moaned and glanced at him over my shoulder, and I made sure to meet every single thrust. “I’ll leave the door open every night.”
“That’s my good boy,” he murmured, out of breath. “You’ll keep me satisfied, won’t you?”