Page 77 of Heavy

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good, now on your knees.”

I’ve never realized what lengths I have had to go to not to touch someone. As I’m getting down, I nearly put my hands onto his thighs but quickly correct the action and place them behind my back.

My hair gets in my face, and just as I’m about to move it, he graciously does it for me. Drawing his fingers across my temples and back through my scalp, he gathers it away from my face.

That’s when I see his cock for the first time, and now I understand what I was feeling. I wasn’t necessarilyrightthat he has piercings everywhere, but more than I’ve ever seen on any one cock.

Not that I’ve had many with them.

He’s got a Jacob’s ladder,five, at the underside of his shaft. Then, on his head, he’s got a magic cross right through it. I didn’t need to see him to know he is larger than life, but the slight curve upward of it makes sense. That’s why it was beating me so fucking good.

“Such a hungry whore for my cock, huh, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He wraps his tattooed hand around said appendage and strokes it right in my face. My arousal coating it, making his caress smooth.

“Open your mouth.” I have no desire to pause, so I do as he commands.

My mouth opens, tongue out as he taps the bottom of his dick against it. “You’d look so good with a collar; ropes around your wrists and arms, while you take my cock like the good pet you are.”

His hips move back while he takes hold of my hair once more with his free hand. “Chest against the couch, I won’t let you pass out.” He’s done this before, because he must understand I have no means to lift myself up once I’ve begun.

Tapping the underside of his length against my tongue, I flick against the bars. It gets a sexy groan from him, and I give myself a mental pat, and note it down for future cock sucking.

“Beg to suck on it, Cal. Tell me how much you need it.”

I can feel my own cum dripping down my thighs. Every time he speaks, my pussy weeps for more.

He pulls his cock from my tongue, and I pant through my plea. “Please… I want to taste, gag, and choke on you. I promise to swallow everything you give me. Please, Daddy.”

His thunderous moan is drowned out by my gag on his entry. He pulls my hair, the cross at his head brushing against the back of my throat. I don’t get anywhere near the base, and as he drives my head to bob up and down, his fucking moans make my thighs clench.

Tasting myself on him is like a drug, I become heady nearly immediately. I’ve always had good levels and never used anything other than water to clean myself. I’d never admit it out loud, but I love the way I taste. Now, having it mixed with him, I’m a fucking addict that will crawl and beg to have it every chance I can.

I relax my tongue when he pulls me back, dropping me harder, stretching my throat just as he did to my pussy.

“Fuuuck, that’s it, look at how good you’re taking me, baby.”

He thrusts my head down, and I gag around him, my shoulders shaking as I fight my natural instinct to grab hold of his thighs.

“Goddamn,” he pants and as heat rises to my face at the lack of oxygen, my eyes roll back.

Don’t touch him…The fact I’d contemplate dying over putting my hands on him when he doesn’t want that, seriously tells me I have some issues.

I’m not sure why I’m worried. As he promised, he pulls me back right at the point of black creeping across the sides of my vision.

My mouth is open as I’m leaned back onto my knees, my breathing completely out of pace. He grabs his cock, and fists it once, twice. “Keep that beautiful mouth of yours open.”

When he comes, he does so across my face and down my chin and neck. His throaty moan has my skin vibrating and toes curling. After a few more strokes, he lifts his hand and brings it to my mouth. I don’t allow him to ask me to stick my tongue out, I just do it, allowing him to smear the cum on his hand across it.

I let it sit on my tongue before swallowing. The look of lust and admiration in his eyes has those damn butterflies having a party in my stomach.

He grins. “You look so fucking perfect painted in my cum.” He runs his fingers along my chin, tracing the spot where he finished. “Don’t waste any of it.”

The tug on my hair has me lifting to my feet, just for him to drag me onto the couch. I fall onto my back, my arms sandwiched behind me. “Every drop.” He takes his coated fingers with his cum and shoves them into my soaked pussy.