Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“You can take it.”
“Yes.” Fuck. Just his encouragement was enough to have me rubbing subtly against the chair, needing some relief for my cock before I tried again.
This time, I moved more fluidly, taking his cock until my lips met his fist. We continued like that for a few minutes, Joe feeding me his cock, gradually encouraging me deeper by lowering his hand. He stayed still at first, but the more I took, the more he relaxed, and soon his hips were rocking to meet my mouth.
His motions spurred me on, and I went deep as I could and held there, letting him thrust. Moaning around his cock, I let him use my mouth until my eyes watered and I needed a breath, but still, I didn’t move away until he stopped thrusting and pushed at my shoulder.
“Doing okay?” he asked as I took a big, gulping breath.
“Yes. I want to do that again.”
“Try and relax.” He stroked my jaw with his big hands, and I trembled. “Let Daddy drive, remember?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Following his direction, I relaxed entirely into his grip, bracing my hands on his thighs, and letting him fuck up into my mouth over and over, going deeper and staying there longer each pass.
“Good. Good boy,” he praised as he let me up for another breath. “Again.”
I moaned as every last anxious thought fled, every surge of nervous energy or random idea completely silent now. Everything tunneled down to simply this act and this man.
“Do you want to get me off?” Joe was breathing hard now. We’d talked about this particular fantasy on the phone. He knew that I’d been tested after the whole Rick fiasco, and I knew that safety was a top priority for him too. But him asking was another way that Joe showed caring. He didn’t simply assume that because I’d talked about swallowing on the phone that I actually wanted to do it in real life.
But I did, and I moaned enthusiastically around his cock as I redoubled my efforts.
“That’s it. Fuck. So good.” His noises were almost enough to get me off, too, maybe even before him. I snaked a hand toward my cock. “No touching. That’s mine.”
I pulled back long enough to pant, “Yes, Daddy.”
Joe must have liked that because his thrusts sped up as he fucked my mouth, both of us losing finesse. I couldn’t have cared less about technique. I only wanted to taste Joe, wanted to get him off so much that I was groaning right along with him every time he let me up for air.
“Almost,” he warned, loosening his grip on my head. No way was I going to try to escape before I swallowed his come, but it was still sweetly considerate of him. “That. Right there.”
And then he was coming with a loud growl as triumph flooded my whole body. No race I’d ever run, even the ones I’d won, was as much of a high as getting Joe off. I felt like I could run a 1500 on nothing but adrenaline. Swallowing was harder than I’d expected, even with the warning. I managed, but some still escaped my mouth, and I used my tongue to try to clean my lips after I released his cock. My breathing was as ragged as his, and I arched up into his touch as he stroked my hair.
“Come here.” Offering me a hand up, Joe pulled me into his lap.
Fuck. After all that, simply the position was almost enough to make me come. Being nestled in next to him made feel both secure and unbelievably horny. I shuddered when he trailed a hand down my torso to palm my cock through my underwear.
“I think you earned a reward after all that.”
“Yes.” My voice was rough and needy.
“Do you want Daddy to jerk you off?”
Hell yes. I’d had the fleeting thought that Joe might drop the game after he came, but instead he went and pulled lines straight out of my filthiest fantasies, making me moan. “Yes. Please.”
“Good.” Joe tugged my panties down so my cock sprang free. I kicked out of them before the elastic could strangle my balls. His hand felt so good on my bare skin that I inhaled sharply. I was more turned on than I could ever remember, but I also felt safe and warm and cared for in a way that I didn’t typically associate with arousal. “Tell me how that felt, sucking me.”
That Joe was expecting a response other than more moaning was perhaps overly optimistic. But for him, I tried. “I loved it. Felt so naughty doing it…here…in your big chair.”
“Mmm.” Joe made a pleased noise as his hand tightened around my cock. “I thought you’d like that, dirty boy.”
“I…oh…fuck.” Each pass of Joe’s hand got me closer and closer, until I was clutching at both him and the chair. “Not gonna last.”