Page 27 of Daddy's Treat
I lick him again, exploring him with my tongue. I get more of his salty-sweet taste and want more. I dip my tongue in the little slit and lap it up as soon as it leaks out. Wanting even more, I suck the tip of his cock into my mouth, still laving him with my tongue.
Kade’s hips punch up and pushes another inch of his cock inside my mouth. I look up at him, wondering if I’m doing something wrong, but his head is thrown back, and his eyes are squeezed shut tight. His knuckles are white with how hard he’s fisting his hands at his sides. In my books, the hero always grabs the heroine’s hair and guides her movements.
My lower abdomen clenches at the thought. That’s what I want. I don’t want Kade keeping control of himself. I want him taking control of me. I want to give up my power to him. I want to please him in the way he wants to be pleased.
I let his cock fall from between my lips. Kade groans, looking down at me like I just took away his favorite thing ever. It’s a heady thing.
“I—well—I mean—” Okay, telling him what I want is a lot easier in theory than practice.
“What is it, Penny? You can tell me anything.” He sits up and cups my cheek looking me straight in the eye. Sincerity pours off him in waves.
“I want to make you feel good…”
“You do. Anything you do feels good. Amazing even.”
I preen just a little at that because I like that he liked what I was doing. “That might be, but if you were to show me what you want… what makes you feel good… then it would be even better than amazing.”
His eyes narrow slightly. “What are you saying, shortcake?”
“Iwantyoutotakecontrol,” I blurt it out in one big run-on word.
A predatory look fills his eyes. “I was letting you explore. I don’t want to rush you.”
“I know. I appreciate that. Really I do, but I’m so worried I’ll do the wrong thing and then it won’t be good for you and—”
Kade’s lips crash to mine, cutting off my tirade before I can really get going. He knows me so well. I instantly relax into him. I can feel the change in him. Like a switch has been flipped. He’s no longer a passive participant, he’s now the director, the commander, the dominant. It’s exactly what I need to get out of my head and enjoy what’s happening.
He pulls away just far enough to tell me he’s going to show me how to suck his cock now.
“Yes, please,” I pant against his lips.
Kade leans back, resting his weight on one hand behind him. Threading the fingers of his other hand into my hair, he directs my head down to his hard cock. My lips barely kiss the tip where a drop of precome is already beading. I lick my lips, tasting him. “Open your mouth, beautiful.”
It’s so easy to do what he says. I don’t have to think about it. I just do it. He slides between my lips, spreading them wider as he goes. Using my hair, he guides me up and down the first few inches of his cock. He pushes a little deeper, and I have a moment of panic when I feel my gag reflex activate.
I would die if I puked on Kade’s crotch. Just shrivel up right here and die. He must sense that I’m starting to freak out because he says, “It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re not going to choke. Relax. Let me guide you.”
I take a breath and try to relax. Kade pushes deeper and deeper, but never too deep. I finally relax into his unspoken commands, each little tug on my hair telling me to move up and the pressure on the back of my head telling me to take him deep again.
Kade is making some amazingly delicious sounding noises. I could make a million dollars in the aural porn industry if there were such a thing. He would be self-love time material for every woman with the internet.
With a low growl, Kade pulls me off his cock and in a quick movement, has our positions switched. Did I mention I love how he can just toss me around? I totally do.
“I wasn’t done,” I say with a pout.
Kade looks at me with an intensity unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. “I’m not coming in your mouth. I want to be buried deep in your tight pussy when I come.”
“Oh,” I gasp. “That sounds… yeah… let’s do that.”
Kade chuckles. “You’re something else, shortcake. I don’t know that I’ve ever laughed while in bed with a woman.”
That sounds like a bad thing. Sexy times shouldn’t be laughy times. “I don’t mean to be funny.”
“It’s not a bad thing, sweetheart. I love that you are always one hundred percent authentic. Don’t ever change.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Is that an order, Mr. Prescott?”
“Damn straight it is.”