Page 93 of Stolen Harmony

“You want to taste me?” I whispered, threading my fingers through his hair, guiding him.

He nodded, swallowing hard, then leaned in and licked a slow, wet stripe from base to tip, tongue swirling around the head, tasting the precome.

“Yeah, just like that,” I murmured, encouraging, gentle. “You can go slow. Use your tongue. Don’t worry about going deep at first. Just make it wet, make it messy.”

He did as I asked, tentative at first—lips soft, tongueshy, but eager to please. He licked around the head, then sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue, watching my reaction. I moaned, hips bucking up, and he pressed my thighs down, holding me still, learning how to control me.

“Good,” I gasped, voice breaking. “You’re so fucking good, Elias. Suck it, baby. Use your hand too—yeah, like that.”

He wrapped his fist around the base, squeezing, stroking in time with his mouth. He sucked harder, taking more of me each time, spit dribbling down his chin, eyes locked on mine.

“God, you look so fucking hot,” I groaned, fingers tightening in his hair. “Daddy on his knees for me. Who knew you’d be so good at this?”

He pulled off with a gasp, eyes glazed, breath ragged. “Tell me what you like. Tell me how to make you come.”

“Just like that,” I panted, “but wetter. Get it sloppy, use your tongue, fuck—I wanna see how much you want it.”

He grinned, emboldened, and dove back in, sucking me deep, drool and precome mixing, making everything slick. He licked up and down my shaft, sucked my balls into his mouth, tongued the sensitive skin beneath, making me thrash and curse and beg.

“Fuck, Elias—gonna come if you keep that up?—”

He pulled off, grinning, cocky now. “Good. That’s what I want. Want to see you lose it. Want to taste you.”

He dove back down, taking me deeper, sucking hard, hand stroking what his mouth couldn’t reach. I rocked into him, hips jerking, the heat and pressure building, his praise and hunger fueling the fire.

“Yeah, that’s it—fuck, you’re so good, daddy. My good daddy—taking care of his boy—making me feel so fucking good?—”

He groaned, vibrations running up my cock, sending mespiraling. I felt the orgasm build, white-hot and inevitable, every muscle tensing.

But just as I was about to tip over, Elias pulled his mouth away, a string of spit and precome connecting us. He looked up, eyes dark and wild, a wicked smile curling his lips. “Not yet,” he said, voice wrecked, rough with need. “You’re not getting off that easy, baby.”

He didn’t give me a chance to protest—just manhandled me, flipping me onto my stomach, broad hands rough but sure, pushing me down into the sheets. My face pressed into the mattress, breath coming hot and shaky, heart hammering as he took my hips in his grip and hauled my ass up, leaving me bare and exposed.

“Look at you,” he growled, kneeling behind me, hands squeezing my ass, spreading me wide. “So fucking pretty. All mine.” He bent and pressed a kiss to the small of my back, then trailed his tongue lower, biting at the flesh, licking up sweat, leaving marks everywhere his mouth touched. “You trust me?”

“Yeah,” I breathed, voice muffled by the sheets. “I trust you. Do anything you want, daddy.”

He groaned, the word making him grip me even harder. His thumbs spread me wider, exposing me, and then he was licking lower, tongue dragging between my cheeks, teasing at my hole. The first touch of his tongue there made me jolt, a helpless noise spilling out of me.

“Shit, Elias—” I gasped, shuddering. “You ever done this before?”

He pulled back for just a second, breath hot against my skin. “Never. But I want to. Want to see you fall apart for me.”

God, the way he said it—possessive and awestruck, like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to have this—made me even harder, my cock leaking onto the sheets.

He dove back in, licking a slow circle around my hole,then pressing his tongue in, tentative at first, then bolder as I rocked back against him. His beard scratched at sensitive skin, his tongue hot and wet, and I could barely think, just feel.

I guided him, hips rocking, hand fisted in the sheets. “Yeah, just like that—use your tongue, make it wet. You’re so good, daddy. You’re making me crazy.”

He moaned into me, vibrations sending shockwaves through my whole body. His hands gripped my ass, kneading, spreading, holding me open so he could lick deeper, eating me out like he was starving, devouring every sound I made.

He pulled back only to spit on my hole, spreading it with his thumb, then pushing his tongue back in, fucking me with it. I pushed back, shameless, wanting more, wanting him inside me in every way.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he muttered, mouth sloppy, voice full of hunger and pride. “Bet you want more, don’t you?”

“Please,” I gasped, “Fingers, tongue—want it all.”

He slicked his fingers with spit and pressed one inside, slow and careful, watching for any sign of discomfort. When I groaned and pushed back, he added another, stretching me, scissoring his fingers, curling them to hit just the right spot.