Ranch Daddy

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You can do anything you choose.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Do you understand what will happen if you tell me otherwise?”

“I do. Thank you. I needed this.”

He had, but now he needed something else. I took hold of his cock again, and he shuddered. “So close.”

I kept stroking him. “I’m going to make you come more than once tonight. In fact, we might find out just how much stamina you have.”

“Blake, I… Please!”

I let go of him, climbed up on the bed, and positioned myself on my back.

He pushed up onto his elbows. “Wh-What are you doing?”

I reached for him, tugging him toward me. “Straddle me and hold onto the headboard. I want your gorgeous cock in my mouth.”

His eyes went wide. “You really…”

“Yes. Remember how you saved sucking me off as a reward?”

“You told me I didn’t have to earn something like that.”

“You don’t. And if you’d asked me for this, I would’ve given it to you. But I decided I’d save it for a treat for myself. I want that treat right now.”

“Fuck,” Riley gasped. “I almost came just from you saying that.”

“Then you’d better get up here quick because I’m afraid I’ll have to discipline you again if you come anywhere other than in my mouth.”

Riley moved then, straddling my shoulders and holding on to the headboard. I gripped his hips, helping him get the right angle so he could thrust into my mouth. Then I looked up and held his gaze. “You don’t have to be gentle with me. I can tell”—I gave a quick lick to the tip of his cock capturing the precum visible there—“how much you need this. Don’t hold back. I want to taste you, feel you, give you what you need. You needed some pain, a reminder of what you can handle. Now you need pleasure. You need to remember the joy of letting go.”

Riley’s eyes were filled with something I was almost certain was love. “How are you so perfect?”

I shook my head. “I’m not. I just… I know what you need.”

“No one’s ever understood me like you do. Most people don’t bother to try, but even the ones who have never made me feel…”

I drew my tongue along the underside of his cock, wanting him focused on his immediate needs. He worked his hips, sliding into my mouth. He made a few shallow strokes before I gripped his hips and pulled him forward, forcing him deeper into me.

“Fuck, Blake, feels so good.”

I hummed around him and sucked hard, making him gasp. He pulled back and thrust into me again, going even deeper this time. I looked up at him and gave a slight nod to encourage him. Something in him broke then. He was no longer hesitant. He was a man who knew what he wanted and intended to get it. He fucked my mouth like he truly believed he couldn’t hurt me, pushing in to the root and cutting off my air. I happily took it all. I loved the feel of him in my mouth and the happiness on his face. His pleasure became mine.

Moments later, with a loud groan, he dropped his head back and shot his load into me. I swallowed around him, drinking it down, thrilled he’d let go with me like that. My own cock was dripping precum onto my belly. I almost reached for it, but I waited. I knew what I really wanted.

Riley hung over me, panting, spent cock resting against my chin. I licked him clean, then lifted him off me. “Lie on your back.”

He winced as he lay down. His ass had to be sore, but the sheets were soft, and he could handle it for now.

“Knees bent. Legs open.” Riley obeyed immediately, and I settled between his legs, finally allowing myself to touch my aching cock. I didn’t bother with finesse or try to make it last. I just jerked myself off with tight, fast strokes. Riley watched me, eyes wide.

“So fucking hot.”

His words were all it took. My balls drew up, and heat sizzled through me. I coated his belly and his already-hard-again cock with my cum.

My climax was so strong I nearly blacked out. That had never happened to me before, and I hadn’t even been inside him. Riley was so fucking perfect for me. When I remembered how to move, I pulled off my t-shirt, used it to clean us both up, and tossed it to the floor before stretching out beside Riley and pulling him into my arms.

“That was…”

“Yeah.”

We both laughed then.

“I don’t know how to describe the way you make me feel,” Riley said.

“Probably better if we don’t try.”

I felt him tense, and I slid my hand up and down his back. “I didn’t mean…”

“I know. I just… I just wish things were different.”

It was the closest we’d come to voicing a desire that this could last. It couldn’t, though, so it was better for those words to go unheard. “We shouldn’t think too hard. We need to rest up for round two.”