Daddy’s Sweet Little by Scott Wylder

Chapter Nine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nina

“Do you like that, Daddy?” I asked. I held his balls in one hand, gently caressing them with my fingertips. My other hand moved slickly along his shaft, still glistening from my mouth. I didn’t ask as part of a show or anything like that. For the first time in my life, I relay cared about how it felt for my partner, rather than caring about whether or not the man thought I was good.

“So good, baby,” he said. “You feel so good.”

I giggled a little with excitement and put my mouth back on him. He was large and imposing; thick in my grasp and very long. His cock was impressive as he was. I moved my mouth and hand together, thrilled with him and thrilled with myself. He moaned and I felt his hand on the back of my head. I hadn’t given a great many blowjobs, but when I did, I always disliked it when a man held my head and guided me. I always felt as if it meant I was doing it wrong.

Not now.

Now, as he held my head and directed my movements with a firm hand, I felt wonderful. I could surrender myself to his direction and just enjoy pleasing him. Something in my head clicked and I realized the word wasn’t surrender but submit. I could submit to his direction and everything was going to work out fine. I moaned around his shaft and moved my tongue, swirling it and flicking it and trying to make it move in as many directions as possible. He continued to direct me and I loved every second of it.

He started to shift, so he could change positions and I pulled my mouth off.

“Daddy,” I whispered, “Can I please finish you with my mouth?” I didn’t know why I wanted to make him cum this way but the desire bordered on a desperate need. I stroked his shaft and held his balls and almost whined, “Please, Daddy?”

“Okay, Princess,” he said. When he called me that it felt as if I would cum right then. When he put pressure on the back of my head to pull me back down to his cock, I went right to the brink and moaned as his cock slipped past my lips. He pushed firmly and I went deeper as a result. I felt thrilled and I realized he’d been holding back, because it didn’t take long before his moans grew more urgent and I knew he was close.

I moved my tongue faster and held his balls a little more firmly as I sucked. I arranged my hand and mouth to work together and moaned like crazy around his cock. I actually thought I might have an orgasm just from giving him one. He groaned suddenly and I felt him swell. When other boys had cum in my mouth, I had hated it, but kept my mouth on them because I was afraid they’d think poorly of me if I didn’t. Not now. I kept my mouth deep because I wanted him to enjoy things and in a crazy kind of way because I felt like I’d earned his cum. It was mine and I wanted it.

As he spurted into my mouth, my pussy seemed to spasm desperately, right on the edge. I moaned hungrily and kept moving, swallowing everything down and moving faster and harder until his hand tightened in my hair and he kept me still.

“Good girl,” he said hoarsely. He kept his hand on my head so his cock was about halfway in my mouth and didn’t release the pressure so I just stayed in place, very gently sucking. “Such a good girl,” he said breathlessly.

I was so happy, and I kissed his tip proudly. It was a perfect end to the evening and I thought it was a wonderful first time for us. But, Marcus wasn’t interested in letting things end yet and in a breathtaking display of strength, he lifted me up and turned me around. I gasped as his hand moved between my legs, his fingers playing among my folds. His thumb performed circular motions around my clit, teasing but never directly rubbing where I desperately wanted him to rub.

“Oh, God, Daddy!” I cried. “Please! Please!”

His lips, tongue and teeth tormented my earlobes and he growled, “Please what, little girl?”

“Daddy!” I whimpered. “Oh, Daddy!”

“Tell me what you want, little girl. Use your words.”

“Please rub my clit, Daddy.” I couldn’t believe how hard it was to get the words out, but I was glad I had, because his hand moved directly where I wanted it. I melted under his touch and moaned loudly. “Oh, Daddy! Yes! Yes!”

My climax hit, and hit very hard. I shook and a moment later Marc was on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist as my orgasm gained power with the penetration. He felt so big and strong above me and I felt so weak and little beneath him, but I also felt safe and secure.

Above all, of course, I felt wonderful. The orgasm rocketed through my body explosively and I moved like crazy beneath him until, finally, I couldn’t move any more at all. When he finished and stilled above me, it felt as if the orgasm took over completely, until everything became white light and then gradually faded into perfect, beautiful darkness.