It hits me. This is the first time I’ve seen him naked. My eyes dart to his arm where a large sleeve tattoo covers his skin. I’m shocked. I didn’t take him as the tattoo type. It’s delicious and sexy and makes me wonder what other surprises lie in wait.
He slides his zipper down and I feel myself lick my lips in anticipation. He must notice because I hear him chuckle.
“Someone’s excited to get fucked.”
I bite my lip to keep myself from begging as he finishes sliding his pants down his legs. His massive cock bounces with the movement. It’s thick and veiny. I can’t help myself; I reach my hand out and grasp it.
“Mmm, fuck,” he says, his hand flying to my hair as he grabs a fistful. His lips form an O as he slowly exhales, watching me as I wrap my hand around it. My fingers aren’t even close to fitting. A glistening bead of pre-cum sits on the tip.
I look up at him, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded.
“You gonna suck me, baby?”
“Is that what you want?” I feel a surge of power as I grip him, like I’m in control even though I know that’s not the case.
He grabs my hair tighter, tilting my head back with the force. “Put me in your mouth,” he says. I do. I stretch my jaw wide open to accommodate his girth, wrapping my lips around the tip. He hisses.
“Now relax your jaw so I can fuck your mouth,” he grits the words out as he begins to use my hair to move my head, back and forth down his shaft. I start to get the hang of it, and I use my tongue on the underside of him to stimulate as I suck.
He grunts and moans as he moves my head faster and faster, forcing himself deep into my throat. My eyes water as I take him. I worry I’ll panic but I relax, breathing through my nose. I look up at him, his tan skin rippling across his defined chest that’s peppered with black hair.
“Ohhh, baby.” His voice sounds strangled. It’s sexy and dark and I can feel my own wetness building. I reach a hand down and touch myself. He notices because he starts fucking my face harder.
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
His grunts come out with each thrust. He looks down his body at me, his abs flexing with each movement and I can tell he’s close. He’s frantic, his eyes rolling back in his head as his lips part.
“Swallow,” he says as I feel his dick get even harder. His balls tighten as he comes, shooting hot streams to the back of my throat.
He gasps, stepping back so his dick falls from my lips. He pulls me up as I wipe the remnants of his release from my lips.
“You’re such a good girl.” He’s breathing heavy but his cock is still just as hard as before his orgasm. He turns me so my back is to him. He kisses my neck again. “I love the thought of my cum in your belly, but now I want to fill your pussy. Are you on birth control, Margot?” I nod. “Good because I don’t want anything between us. You don’t have anything to worry about with me, baby.”
He bends me over the bed, putting me on my hands and knees before gripping my hips tightly and pulling me back to the edge of the bed. I look back at him over my shoulder as he reaches between my lips and slides his finger inside me. He pulls it out, bringing it to his mouth to lick clean with an audible moan. He does it two more times before lightly spitting in his hand and bringing it back down to lubricate me.
Holy fuck, that was hot.
He doesn’t wait; he lines himself at my entrance and steps forward.
“Ow,” I gasp at the intrusion; it’s painful.
“Does it hurt?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say as I nod and take in a deep breath.
“I’m gonna need you to relax, baby. I can’t hold back. I’m barely hanging on. I need to—” He pushes further inside me. “…to— Oh, yes. Oh, fuuuuuck.” His voice echoes through the room as he slides back out of me and in again.
“Oh. Oh.” My pants come out labored, the pain slowly starting to shift into pleasure.
There’s no more talking, just the sounds of our skin slapping against each other and the moans that uncontrollably tumble from my mouth with every thrust.
He fucks me relentlessly before pulling out and flipping me to my back. He places his foot on the edge of the bed as he slams back into me. With one hand on my hip, the other massages my breast, his mouth quickly following. He sucks each nipple, worshiping them with his tongue before sucking and biting. It’s painful but it mixes with the pleasure and feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
He reaches his hand around my throat, gripping it so tight.
“There won’t be any part you that I haven’t tasted or fucked,” he says in my ear as his body continues to piston back and forth. We’re both so close; I can feel it about to explode. His movements grow erratic. I grip the comforter beneath me, grasping at anything to keep me tethered down.
My legs are over his shoulders, his hand still around my throat as he pumps into me. I close my eyes as my insides begin to spasm around him.
I cry out, my orgasm taking over just as he reaches his release.
He falls on top of me as we lie in a puddle of sweaty bliss, trying to catch our breath.
Our break is only momentary before he’s hard again, pulling me to his lap to ride him with his back against the headboard.
“Again?” I say as his lips find mine.
“I told you, baby; you need to be punished.” He reaches behind me and slaps my ass with one hand, the other grabbing my chin. “Make daddy happy and ride my cock.”
The way he speaks to me is driving me crazy. I never thought I’d be the kind of girl that got off on calling a man daddy, but fuck me, this man could do anything he wants to me.
He leans back, slumped against the headboard as he holds my hips, helping lift me and bring me back down as I ride him.
“Your parents live around here?”
The question is unexpected. I lift my head from where it was resting on his chest and look up at him. Several hours and several orgasms later, we’re both tapped.
“No. They did, but they’re both gone now.”
He lifts his head and looks down at me as he wraps his arms around me. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. My dad died when I was seventeen, very unexpectedly in a car accident and my mom died about four years ago from cancer.”
“Did your mom teach you music?”
I settle back against his chest and it feels so natural for us to just lie wrapped around each other like a real couple.
“They both did actually. My mom was a music teacher when I was growing up but before that she was a singer. She sang at some local jazz clubs and even did some small touring, had a really unknown album. That’s how she and my dad met; he played the bass at the last jazz bar she performed at.”
I lift my eyes to look up at him as he stares out the window on the other side of the room.
“What about your dad?”
“He died three years ago. Massive coronary event. Nobody was surprised. He lived on red meat and a pipe. He had a very unhealthy lifestyle, still ran himself ragged all through his sixties and early seventies.”
“Were you two close?”
He shakes his head. “Not particularly. My dad wasn’t so much of a dad to me as he was a boss. He started Hayes Communications when he was twenty-seven years old and never stopped working a day in his life. Of course, it was sad when he passed but we all carried on.”