Dirty Daddy

“Tell me, again,” he starts, “What do you want?”

“Your cock … my mouth,” I say, whimpering, my eyes darting to his crotch. I can already see the shape of his erection pushing against his pants, tenting it as if his cock was about to rip through the fabric at any minute now.

He takes both his hands to his belt, unbuckling it as my eyes follow each and every motion he makes. Pulling the belt out of its loop, he throws it to the floor a

nd then starts unbuttoning his pants, undoing each button with a maddening slowness, fully knowing that I’m aching to have him inside of my mouth. He pulls his pants down to his knees, only his black boxer briefs standing in the way now.

“Is this what you want?” he asks me, curling his fingers around his cock and over his boxers.

“Yes… Yes,” I whimper again, my mouth feeling dry with anxiety. Christ, I don’t think I have ever wanted a man’s cock inside of my mouth this much. Hooking his fingers on the hem of his boxers, he pulls them down, allowing his cock to jump free and into sight. I lick my lips unconsciously, my eyes wandering over his thick veiny shaft, the tip already glistening with a hint of precum.

He inches closer to me and grabs his cock, angling it down so that its tip is hovering right above my lips. I try and reach for it, but he moves it out of reach. Then, grinning, he slowly pushes his cock down, brushing his glans over my lips.

“Is this it…?” he teases me, rubbing his tip against me, but still keeping it far enough away from me so that I'm not able to take it in my mouth.

“More…” I simply groan, still trying to crane my neck. Obliging, he lets me place my lips around his glans, and I wrap them tight, cleaning it dry of his precum with the tip of my tongue. Inch by inch, he slowly feeds his cock into my mouth, his thick shaft rolling down between my lips. My eyelids droop by instinct, and I feel my whole body trembling as he pushes his cock toward the back of my throat. He holds it there for a brief moment, and then slides it back until only his tip is inside of me; repeating his motion, he starts to build a rhythm. It doesn’t take long for him to be thrusting fast and hard, filling me with his flesh as he fucks my tight eager mouth. “What you want, you get,” he whispers between hard breaths, tangling his fingers in my hair and holding my head in place.

I suck and lick as if there was nothing more important than this in the whole world. Right now, only his cock and his pleasure matter to me. It’s a selfish feeling, really; his pleasure is my pleasure. And that’s the way it should be. Because we are one… And it feels so good to think it without feeling fear or shame. We are one.

My eyes are still closed, so I don’t see it; I only feel him untying the knot that binds my right hand, freeing my arm. I lose no time. I reach for him at once, cupping his balls and rolling them over my fingers as he eases his pace. When he stops thrusting, I take the chance and start bobbing my head back and forth, not wanting to lose any momentum as he unties my other hand.

Finally free, I start sucking him with redoubled effort, massaging his balls as I curl the fingers of my other hand around his shaft. Stroking him while I suck, I keep this pendulum motion for as long as I can, pushing through the pain in my neck. It doesn’t take long for his cock to start spasming inside of my mouth, and he grabs my head almost immediately, making me stop.

“No…” he says, popping his cock out of my mouth. “Not yet. I want to cum only once…” He continues, locking eyes on me. “Because when I do it, I want to do it all over you… I want to see you covered in cum, head to toe.”

“I can’t wait,” I reply, my heart skipping a beat at the thought. “But first I have to get you there.”

“You do.”

Grinning mischievously, I place my hands on the collar of his shirt and tug on it as violently as I can, forcing the buttons to pop out. I repeat the procedure until his shirt is completely ruined, his naked chiseled abs right in front of my face. Pushing the shirt down his arms, I let it fall on top of the mattress, not bothering to throw it out. Every second counts now, and I place the flat palm of my hands against his pectorals; I push him back and he goes down willingly, falling flat on his back.

Moving like a cat in heat, I climb on top of him, tugging on his pants and boxers and pulling them off viciously.

“Much better,” I purr, looking down at the gloriously naked young man underneath me. Skin on skin, I feel the heat between our bodies increasing. It won’t take much for us to reach the boiling point. I grab his cock, never taking my eyes off of his. Slightly raising my hips, I angle his shaft so that it’s pointing straight at my pussy; I go down, but I don’t go all the way. Much in the same way he teased me, I start rubbing his glans against my folds, torturing him.

“Payback,” I tell him with a grin, threatening to slide his cock in but never actually doing it. He grins back at me, and I just know he means trouble.

“Not really,” he says, placing his hands on my ass. “Remember… I can do whatever I want,” and then he thrusts upward with no warning at all. I try and escape, but it’s impossible; he hooks his fingers on my buttocks and pushes me down, impaling me on his cock. I throw my head back and let out a violent scream, the sound shrill enough to break glass.

He doesn’t even let me reel from the first impact. Thrusting violently, he starts to fuck me in such a way that I feel my nerve endings going numb, pleasure coating my mind and choking out every ounce of rationality that lives inside of me. I’m all lust and sin right now.

One hand still on my ass, he takes the other one to my breasts, squeezing eagerly. I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders, and start to rock my hips, trying to match the fierceness of his movement. The sound of flesh on flesh starts to fill the room, blending with my moans and creating a melody of pleasure and delight.

With the melody of our bodies guiding me, I let one hand run down my chest and I flatten it right above my pussy, reaching for my clit with the tip of my middle finger. Lance eases down then, laying back and succumbing to the sway of my hips. I ride him fast and hard, rubbing my clit at the same time.

Losing all notion of time, I let the movement of our bodies build that sweet madness inside my muscles, coiling them and setting them up for release. I feel them cramping up, but I don’t care; I’m way past caring. Riding Lance into oblivion, I only stop when fireworks go off behind my eyelids.

“Oh, fuck…” I moan, my pussy cramping up around his shaft as I come. I lean forward, my fingernails digging into his pectorals as I hiss through gritted teeth. I’m trembling and twitching, and I can’t even open my eyes; there’s really nothing I can do now but submit and let pleasure wash over me.

Lance doesn’t afford me the luxury of waiting, though. His hands on my waist, he rolls me to the side without even taking his cock out of me. The moment he’s on top of my body, I’m still coming, my body barely able to respond.

“Spread your legs. Wide,” he commands, my body reacting to the firm sound of his voice. I do more than just spread my legs, though; I lift them up, placing them over his shoulders as he leans into me. I want to curse, moan and hiss, but I just can’t. When he presses his body on top of mine, raising my legs with his shoulders, he drives his cock as deep as it has ever been inside of me. It hurts and it pleases… It drives me utterly and completely insane. And he’s not even moving yet.

Bending my legs, he leans further in and crushes his mouth against mine. The moment our lips touch he starts to thrust, driving nails of pleasure deep inside of my brain. I pull back from his kiss, screaming as loud as I can. He’s thrusting so hard that the bed starts to rock back and forth, accompanying the sway of his body.

My mind is coming apart, my body is burning up, and still he keeps going harder with each passing second, pulling me down into oblivion. I try and tell him that I’m close, that I need him to keep going as hard as he can… But the only thing that leaves my mouth is a weak groan of pleasure. Luckily, he doesn’t need my words to know what I need; as if he could read my mind, he keeps pistoning harder into me.

I come undone with a moan, the muscles in my throat working hard through sweet release. He holds his position the moment my pussy tightens around his cock, keeping the tip pressed tight against my G-spot as my body trembles and twitches. My hands are on his back, my fingernails buried in his chiseled muscles like claws.