Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Now do I get my reward, Daddy?” I asked as he dried his hands on a dishtowel.
“You were a good boy. All evening.” Joe gently pet my hair in a way that made me feel even better than his words. I wriggled against him, trying to tempt him into another kiss. “Even if you keep forgetting who’s in charge.”
“Oh, I know. You’re the boss.” I nodded earnestly.
“And yet…” Laughing, Joe shook his head like he was enjoying my antics. Grabbing my hand, he led me into the living room. Not his bedroom, but for once, I was quiet, waiting to see what he had in mind. He settled in a big, leather recliner near the couch and close to the TV. “I’m going to sit here.”
“And me?” I eyed his lap suggestively. Sitting on him while we made out had fast become another of my most favorite things in the world.
“Not yet.” He tugged me until I was right in front of him, between his legs, shins touching the smooth leather of the chair. “Tell me what reward you think you’ve earned.”
I licked my lips. Joe was giving me a chance to be heard, and I wasn’t going to waste that opportunity. “I want to suck your cock.”
“You think you’re ready for that?” Joe’s voice was all stern and swept over me like a caress. He knew perfectly well from our talks that I’d done this before. I actually had less experience kissing because not all of my hookups had wanted to make out, but wanting to get blown seemed a near-universal top demand. However, if Joe wanted to play it like I hadn’t ever given head, I was more than game.
“Yes.” I lowered my eyes, going shy and bashful. “You can tell me what to do.”
“Mmm.” Joe made a pleased noise before reaching over to the couch and grabbing a thin throw pillow. “Good boy.” He tossed the pillow to the hardwood floor. “On your knees.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I arranged myself kneeling on the cushion, which I hadn’t truly needed, but that little extra bit of caretaking from him made my insides even warmer.
“Don’t thank me yet.” His steely eyes and harsh mouth made my cock pulse. “I’m planning to keep you there a good while. Don’t want to bruise your knees.”
“Can I take it out?” I trailed my hands down his torso, stopping at his belt.
“Ask nicely.”
Damn. When Joe went all in like this, he was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Even my favorite porn clips couldn’t live up to his deep voice or his eyes peering so intently down at me. When he looked at me like that, this felt less like a game and more like something I needed.
“Please, Daddy. Can I take your cock out?” The desperate edge to my voice came naturally. I was already so hard that my erection strained against the thin fabric of my panties.
“Good boy. Yes.” Joe stroked my hair as I undid his belt. I barely had his pants undone before I was dipping my head, trying to get closer.
He made a clucking sound. “So eager. You want to taste it?”
“Yes, please.” I wrapped my fist around his thick cock. “Been thinking about it all week.”
“Me too.” Joe’s voice was hushed like maybe he hadn’t meant to admit that.
Smiling and sitting up a little taller, I preened. “Good.”
“Brat.” Flicking my hand out of the way, Joe gripped his cock like he was offering it up to me. My pulse sped up even before his next order. “Kiss it softly.”
He continued to hold it while I showered him with soft kisses then little licks. He smelled good, like the classic, strong soap that he favored, and his skin was warm and vaguely salty against my lips. I lapped at the bead of precome near his tip.
“That’s right.” Free hand continuing to play with my hair, Joe shifted in the chair, head falling back. “Feels so good.”
The praise was sweet enough that I moaned right along with Joe.
“Take it in your mouth now,” he directed, tapping my lips with his cock before taking his hand away. I purposefully went too fast and too deep, playing along with the whole never-done-this vibe that was ramping us both up. And hell, I wished Joe was the first guy I’d blown. He was a hell of a lot nicer about it, that was for sure.
“Slow, baby.” Joe returned to holding his cock for me. “Don’t choke.”
“Sorry, Daddy. It’s so big,” I said all breathlessly, right before licking at his plump cockhead some more. I didn’t have much to compare Joe to, but his cock was thick and heavy, plenty large enough to provide a nice challenge to my jaw. And his eyes always flared dark and hot when I called him big, making my whole body thrum.