Page 8 of Praise Me: Pilot (Praise Me Daily #6)

“I’m just playing charades,” I murmur lightly, leaning in to rub my lips against his covered shaft.

Even through the material, I can feel the veins of his enormous staff pulsing, pulsing.

Reaching back to gather my hair in a single fist, give his zipper a long, slow lick, easing back slightly to mimic a blow job.

Bobbing my parted mouth up and down, up and down, without making contact with his lap causes him to release a series of curses, but I look him in the eye like a dutiful angel and keep going. “Guess the movie.”

“ Blow ,” he says through his teeth.

I beam up at him. “Yes!”

I’m flat on my back before another second ticks by. Naked on the living room floor of Joel’s hotel room and he’s straddling my face, unzipping his pants with shaky hands.

“Don’t you dare look up at me wide eyed and innocent now, young lady. You asked for this cock down your throat and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”

As usual, the phrase young lady makes me shiver hotly, my heels digging into the plush carpeting.

Yes. Yes. I want to feel the weight of him on my tongue.

I want to know what it’s like to give this man the ultimate pleasure.

But I can’t help but whimper when he brings his shaft out in a fist and drops it like a heavy slab of meat against my mouth.

“Um…” I’m trembling. Mesmerized. Anticipating the entry of that sensitive part of him into any part of me. “Are you acting out a movie, too?” I ask, breathless. Sounding a little giddy. “Is it Big Daddy ?”

He takes my jaw roughly in his hand, positioning me at a slight angle, my head tilted back, lips wet.

In his opposite fist, he guides the insane length of his erection to my mouth, and he’s not gentle about cramming it inside, grunting to a stop when he’s halfway inside, having met the resistance of my throat. “ Gone in Sixty Seconds ,” he rasps.

That’s my final warning before he tunnels down the curve of my throat.

“Oh shit, angel,” he hisses through his teeth, grinding his balls against my chin. “That’s a good girl. Let your real Daddy fuck that pretty face.”

His statement has me mentally levitating.

Is the solid length of him uncomfortable in my throat?

Yes. But somehow, I’ve never been so free.

He wants me, needs me. Treasures me. He’s claiming me for his own.

He cherishes me, instead of pushing me away.

This man gets as close as possible. He gets inside of me.

I’m moaning before I realize I’m making a sound, squeaking like a toy every time Joel draws back and drives into my throat again, tears rolling down my cheeks, his testicles smacking off my chin as he picks up his pace, taking my mouth the way I know he’d take me between the legs.

Desperately. Savoringly.

He pulls out and I gulp oxygen into my lungs, watching his fist choke that flesh hammer up and down so tightly, droplets of white squeeze out onto my mouth.

I lick it up like a greedy girl.

“More, Daddy,”

He drops his head forward and moans raggedly, slapping his length against my lips in quick succession.

One, two, three. “I should be put behind bars for this. But God, I can’t stop.

” Slowly, he glides into my mouth, his stomach muscles bunching gorgeously when he makes it to my throat and stuffs his fat sex inside.

“Can’t even drink legally, can you? But I’m about to make you drink this come. ”

I twist my mouth around his trunk, sucking with all my might to let him know that’s exactly what I want. Need. A part of him to carry with me.

“Lord, yes, keep that up.” He is on all fours above me, fists planted on the ground now, his hips pumping in the direction of my mouth, his cold belt buckle dragging up and back between my breasts. “Suck on me with that little sorority girl mouth.”

My saliva lubricates his swollen member, some of the moisture escaping to coat my chin and cheeks, and he seems to find that irresistible, grunting and clenching his jaw, driving into my mouth faster, the lower part of his face eventually turning slack, as he inflates in my mouth, choking me, getting stiffer, his movements out of rhythm, beastly sounds coming from deep in his chest.

“Oh God. Almost there, angel. Oh God, oh God, oh God. Here’s the come you begged for with that tight, naked body.

Every man in the lobby is dreaming of this right now, you hot little cock tease.

Every man you meet wants to shove their dick inside of you somewhere, you know that?

” His eyes flare with jealousy. Possessiveness.

“Swallowing this come is a promise. Only Daddy gets access to this throat and pussy. Maybe even that extra virgin asshole. Swallow as a promise to me.”

Exhilarated, I nod. He wants to keep me.

In that moment, I forget all about my plan or why I seduced him in the first place.

There’s only our blistering eye contact and the jerk of his steely arousal in my mouth, throat, and I can’t help but lift my hips when the saltiness begins to pour down my throat, his bellows bouncing off the walls of the room, his balls squeezing in a pattern where they’re pillowed against my chin.

I’m floating, I’m exultant, I’m drunk on the taste of being owned. Wanted. I love it here.

And so does Joel. The enjoyment he takes from spurting time after time down my throat is an incredible sight.

He’s sweating profusely, pleasure/pain rippling across his features, and he shakes, making guttural sounds, like the good I gave him isn’t even meant for humans.

It’s nasty and base and wrong, but that’s what makes it feel right.

I could brush my fingertips against my swollen clit right now and have an orgasm, but somehow, I know not to do that. I know it would make me a bad girl.

I’m not in change and…that’s how I need our relationship to feel, I think.

No, I know.

I want a man in charge. I want care. I want stability. Finally.

When Joel pulls out of my mouth, his chest rifling up and down, his face belies his domination. A hard jaw, devouring eyes.

I spread my legs open for what I see. It’s automatic.

I’m rewarded by Daddy getting down on his chest between my legs and kissing my pussy.

Rubbing his stubble against its softness and groaning brokenly.

“Christ, it’s so beautiful. Smooth and juicy.

” He traces my seam with his thumb. “Just a little peach asking to be eaten in one big bite.” Before I can guess his intention, he raises his hand and slaps my sex sharply, causing a whimper to escape my mouth.

“I’ve been sent to pound it raw, haven’t I, young lady? ”

My back arches from pure need. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

“Too bad you sucked me dry, huh?” He slaps the flesh between my legs even harder this time and I realize, oh my goodness, pressure is building below my navel.

Could I have an orgasm from being slapped there?

“Maybe if you had a gag reflex, I’d have held onto enough come to rail you like a little slut on the floor. Wouldn’t you have loved that?”

I have no idea what my response is going to be, but I end up screaming behind my teeth, because he gives me another front spanking and I’m hyperventilating now, on the verge of flying. “Please,” I pant. “Please, please. Joel. Daddy. ”

Slap. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know!”

Slap. Slap. “Do you want me to show you?”

“Yes!”

His fingers create a V that exposes the most sensitive part of me and his tongue swipes long and roughly along that valley, and my legs start to kick, my fingers clutching desperately at his hair, the floor, no idea where or how to anchor myself when I’m pitching this violently.

Because oh my lord, oh my…oh, he’s tonguing that pearl now at the top, licking it like the finest delicacy on earth.

And when his long middle finger slips inside of me, tickling a deep spot with a pilot’s precision, that’s all I need to hit my limit for pleasure.

I peak like I’m being tortured. It’s so good, but so intense.

I cry out something unintelligible, and while that finger stays thrusting between my thighs—is it two fingers now?

—his mouth fastens to mine and calms me, keeps me from shattering into a million pieces, even as my body runs the gamut of release.

A bone-melting release that is about more than touching the right spot.

It’s consuming, because he gave it to me.

He praised me, rewarded me, proved how much he desires me.

Dominated me.

I’m safe here. I’m safe under his care.

I can’t remember the last time I felt secure like this.

But with my orgasm ebbing and reality intruding, I remember…

that I deceived Joel. I seduced him. I got physical with him for the wrong reasons.

To hurt my father. Even after he encouraged me to talk about my problems. Even after he comforted me while I cried.

Brought me here tonight, so I wouldn’t have to deal with the reunion happening in my apartment.

And when Joel picks me up and cradles me against his big chest, carrying me to the bed and holding me, rubbing my back, kissing my forehead, the guilt and self-recrimination becomes almost too much to bear.

This man gives me exactly what I didn’t know I craved.

Emotionally. Physically. But I sullied our beginning with my plan for revenge.

Joel falls asleep spooning me tightly, but I’m too overcome with guilt to stay.

With a wealth of unshed tears in my eyes, I slide out of his warm, perfect hold, get dressed and Uber back to my apartment, berating myself the whole way for my immaturity.

The fact that I inflicted my bad intentions on this man who tried so hard to be honorable.

Until I pushed him over the edge. He’ll probably wake up tomorrow morning resenting me, sick over what he’s done to his best friend’s daughter.

He’ll hightail it home and fly out of my life. Just like my father has always done.