She curls her tongue around me, all slippery wet heat.I fist my hands and hold them at my sides.If I touch her head, I’ll start fucking her face.And I won’t be gentle.A monster wouldn’t be gentle.
Except, a monster wouldn’t respond to safe words.If she said her safe word, I would stop.And I’mnotfucking her face.She’s blowing me, and I’m in control of how I react.
Maybe I’m not as bad as I thought I was.
The way she’s taking me is obliterating my control, however.She bobs her head back and forth.Pretty sure I touch her throat, because she coughs and gags.Her eyes water.I start to pull back, but she makes a sound of protest.
Shewantsit hard.
I relax one of my hands so I can touch the top of her head.“You’re really okay?”
She looks up at me and makes anmm-hmmsound.It vibrates up my cock and through my whole fucking spine.
“That feels so good, baby.So good.”
She smiles around me.Beautiful and naughty and all mine.She pops off for a moment to say, “I’m not great at this.”
“You’re perfect.”I’m astonished she could even begin to imagine she isn’t good at it.
“Yeah, well, I don’t know what I’m doing.”She looks off to the side, like she’s embarrassed.“I’ve given lots of head, but nobody ever said it was good.”
She’s telling me, in not so many words, that Mick told her it was bad.Fucking prick.
I’m her lover now.Her Dom.Her Daddy.Which means it’s my job to encourage her, help build up her confidence.
I stroke her hair, tempted to undo those cute little buns so I can get a good grip and start directing her movements.No.I’ll let her do thisherway, because that’s how she’ll realize how fucking great she really is.
“You just do what feels natural.”I can’t stop touching her hair, her ear, her cheek, her lips.“I promise, I’m loving this.You know the more sensitive area, just beneath the crown.When you lick over that with your tongue, it makes my eyes roll back in my head.And the way you grip the base with your hand—fuck, like that—Leah.You’re great at this.”
She puts her mouth back on me.I let her set the pace.Every time she gags, I allow it.But I don’t take over or push.I appreciate her effort and enthusiasm.Having Leah’s mouth on my cock is better than any practiced blowjob.There’s nothing rehearsed or mechanical about the way she sucks me down.
I trace her upper lip, stretched over my girth.I’m going to fucking blow.This isn’t how I want to come, though—I want us coming together, joined.
I pull back and tug at her arm until she’s standing.“Get naked and lean over the counter, baby.”
She strips out of her clothes.When she leans against the counter, she looks over her shoulder and gives me an impish grin.I open the box of condoms we picked up at the store, tear one open, slide it over my length.
“Sometimes Daddy wants to fuck you gentle.”I ease into her, running my hands up and down her naked thighs.Smooth.Soft.Supple.“But sometimes, like today?Daddy needs to fuck you hard.Are you wet?”
“I don’t know…maybe you should check.”
I delve a hand between her legs.“You’re sopping wet, baby.Like this pussy was made for me.Are you ready?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I tug her hips back and down.I thread one of my hands with hers on the counter, anchoring us.Her rose-and-butterfly tattoo ripples as she rocks back against me.Someday—not today—I want to spray my come all over it.
Sure, hard strokes.Faster than usual.The wet sounds of my cock sliding through her pussy fill the quiet kitchen like chords in a piece of music.The obscene clapping of our bodies joining provides a rhythm.
Leah’s moans, her gentle cries, provide the melody.
Best song I ever heard.
“Think you can come?”I ask.
“So close?—”
I slow down.“You sure about that?”
