At Home Late CH 12

I kissed my way back up his cock before wrapping my lips around the head and
swallowing as much of his length down as I could manage. There was no way I
could take all nine inches of his cock inside my throat. At least, not yet, but I
brought both my hands to the base of his cock, working the length that I couldn’t
suck while my lips and mouth worked his upper half.
“Blair,” he moaned, his voice thick with sleep, and I flicked my eyes upwards to
see Daddy staring at me, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he watched me.
“Fuck, I can’t think of a better way to wake up!”
I smiled, my lips stretched around the meat in my mouth and sank down further,
taking him in just a bit deeper. Daddy groaned loudly, the sound of pleasure
coming deep from his throat.
And speaking of deep throat…
I forced my throat to relax as much as possible, fighting back the gag reflex as I
felt the head of Daddy’s cock hit the back of my throat. His hands were fisting in
the sheets, threatening to rip the soft blue comforter in two as he held himself
back from grabbing my hair and just fucking my mouth.
Between my own legs, my pussy clenched at the image.
Sucking cock was something that had always turned me on. Something about
having that much control and being able to reduce a strong, sexy man to a
babbling mess with just my lips and my tongue never failed to get me wet. But
the knowledge that the cock in my mouth belonged to Daddy? I was absolutely
dripping.
I squeezed my thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction on my pussy,
but both of my hands were busy working Daddy’s cock.
The faint taste of salt in my mouth started to grow stronger with each bob of my
head as more and more pre–come poured from Daddy’s cock, and underneath
my hand, his balls were starting to tighten. Taking a deep breath through my
nose, I took in as much of Daddy’s length as I was able, choking just a bit as his
girth stretched my throat.
“Fuck!” Daddy gasped, his hips jerking upward as he exploded in my mouth, thick
come flooding my throat. I pulled back a bit, making sure I caught the last few
spurts of his load on my tongue, savoring the taste of his pleasure before
swallowing the rest of it down.