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“You want a mouthful, baby? Well, here it comes,” I warn, eyes nearly rolling back while my toes curl into the carpet.
Beck doesn’t shy away, but doubles down, sucking hard and taking me deep while using his tongue to coax my orgasm out. Fucking greedy for it.It seems I have a little cum-hungry rebel on my hands. Fantastic.
Cock throbbing, I shoot my load into the back of his throat, breathing hard as unbelievable pleasure ripples throughout my whole body. The good boy between my legs sucks every drop, hollowing his cheeks to pull the last of it from me and drinking it down while holding my gaze on him.
His hand sinking into his pants catches my eye, and I shake my head, refusing to waste any time recovering. I lift him by his underarms and toss him back onto the couch, easily ridding him of his bottoms and underwear. He squirms and gasps, half-naked before me.
His cut cock is leaking from the tip, and he’s fucking pierced. He’s thick, and honestly bigger than I was expecting, maybe seven inches. I would have liked whatever he was working with, but I won’t pretend this isn’t marvelous fucking news. But there’s no time to think about that. Only time to make him lose his mind.
I swiftly kneel down and pull him closer by his thighs, shifting his legs to rest on my shoulders before swallowing every fucking inch of him.
“Oh, fucking hell!” he cries out, hips immediately bucking upward.
I don’t choke, knowing just how to take him and fuck him with my mouth. And I do just that, sucking and slurping on his weeping length until he can’t hold it. He unloads while his voice breaks on a scream, legs tightening around my head. I drink him down, relishing the slightly salty taste of his cum.
I clean his cock with my mouth, exploring his piercings, which decorate the top of his shaft. Three of them. Little, silver pieces of jewelry I have plans for.
“You did so fucking good, Beck,” I praise, pressing kisses to his thighs and pelvis. “How do you feel?”
“M’azing,” he slurs.
I chuckle, rising up to kiss his swollen lips. “That’s what I like to hear. You lay right here, I’ll make us dinner to recharge. You’ll need the energy.”
He grins suggestively. “Not done with me yet?”
“Not even close.”
CHAPTERSEVEN
Beck
The next week passes quickly, and so smoothly that it all feels like some kind of dream. It’s almost perfect, and I’m disregarding the worry that it will all come crashing down at any moment, itisperfect.
Weston and I are growing closer and closer with each passing day, and not just sexually. Though, we’ve spent some time of each day with our mouths and hands all over one another. I’ve discovered Westonreallylikes being rimmed. The first time I’ve ever even done that was with him, and honestly, I might like doing it to him as much as he enjoys having it done. It’samazingseeing him fall apart from feeling so good.
It’s also been firmly established that we are well and truly into the daddy-kink thing we’ve started. We’ve talked about it, of course, establishing boundaries and comforts. It’s been nice, learning what we like together. I think he knows that I’ve never done a lot of things, but he hasn’t asked me to tell him explicitly. He’s letting me remain comfortable in my half-virgin status by not revealing it. But I’m starting to crave the one thing we haven’t addressed.
And I’m trying to work myself up into asking, but I don’t evenreallyknow what I want. I want to have sex with Weston, but when it comes to the logistics of it, I’m lost. I’ve never really pictured being fucked before. Even with guys I’ve liked in the past, I’ve never put myself in that position within my fantasies. Maybe I do want that, though, right? I trust Weston, and he would take care of me if I did…
Ugh, I cringe internally. I just want him to tell me how it goes, and I know it will feel right. I know it will. With my Daddy in control, I’m safe. He knows what to do with me, and it’s time that I tell him what I’ve been thinking about so that he can help.
And before that? I need to tell him that I’m totally and completely gone for him.
“You’ve barely touched your dinner,” Weston comments, pulling me out of my head. “You feeling okay, baby?”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “Just not very hungry.”
“Is there something you want to talk about?”
This is it. This is my moment to tell him.
It’s Weston, I can be honest with him.
Here goes nothing. “I guess, I…” I swallow thickly. “I just wanted you to know that I’m, well… I’ve fallen for you. Really fucking hard, and I need you to know, even if you don’t feel the sa—”
My whole body vibrates with relief when he shuts me up with a fierce kiss. He’s leaning over the table to do it, so only our lips touch—aside from the firm hand around the back of my neck that he used to pull me to him—but it’s a lovely kiss all the same.
“Is that all you wanted to tell me?” he asks once our lips have parted. “You shouldn’t hold back how you feel, rebel. Trust me, we’re on the same page.”
