Page 19 of Daddy's Temptation
Without hesitation, I part my lips feeling triumphant at making Andre lose that control he clings so tightly to. We both moan as he pushes his hard length inside my willing mouth. I bob my head, sucking him and massaging him with my tongue. With his firm grip in my hair, he stops my movements. I whimper, thinking he’s not going to let me finish him.
God, I want to finish him.
Some women give blow jobs out of obligation, not me, I fucking love it. I love making a man lose control. It makes me so wet and slippery that I think I could actually come from just this.
Thankfully, Andre doesn’t stop, only takes the control away from me. With a fist in my hair, he holds me still as he slowly fucks my mouth. Every thrust of his hips pushes him deeper and deeper until the head of him is hitting the back of my throat. I gag but quickly swallow around his thickness, allowing more of him to slide down my throat.
“Fuck,” Andre groans as he holds himself there. My lungs constrict, and instinctive panic flares to life when my brain says I’m suffocating. When I’ve reached my limit, Andre pulls back, letting me suck in much-needed oxygen. “Okay?”
I nod quickly, gurgling a ‘yes’ around his cock.
“Good girl, now look at me.”
As if I could resist, his hand tightens in my hair, causing little pinpricks of pain that have my pussy clenching emptily while my cream coats my thighs. As soon as my eyes meet his, he thrusts forward again, not slowing or stopping as he fucks my mouth and throat. I gasp for air as tears stream down my face, loving every second of Andre’s lost control. The temptation to touch myself is too much to deny. My fingers slip between my lips going straight to my engorged clit.
“Did I give you permission to touch that pretty pussy?” he says, burying himself so deep my throat burns from the stretch. I jerk my hand away, not wanting to earn a punishment even though I’m desperate for a release. “I’ll tell you what. If you can make yourself come before I do, you can have that naughty girl orgasm you want so bad. If not…” He shrugs his broad shoulders. “Then you’ll be one horny little girl for your trip.”
Fuck me. There is no way I can go days without an orgasm after being so turned on I could burst at the seams. My fingers quickly move back to my pussy, rubbing my clit with purpose as he continues to take his own pleasure from my mouth. His hips punch forward faster I know without a doubt he’s not going to make this easy for me. No, it’s a race to the finish line, and I’m determined not to lose.
Andre’s cock grows impossibly harder, leaking precome all over my tongue. I eagerly swallow him down as my fingers fly furiously over my sensitive button. The familiar heat builds low in my belly, my legs tremble as the pleasure grows and grows. He buries himself deep in my throat, cutting off every bit of my airway, and I explode. My climax roars through me at the same time as his cock jerks in my mouth. He pulls back letting his come coat my tongue and lips. I drink him down, still rubbing my clit as I milk every bit of my orgasm from my body. He releases his hold on my hair, and I slump down, lazily licking my lips clean.
He lifts me into his arms, gently setting me back on my feet. My eyes fly open when his hand moves between my legs, cupping my sensitive pussy.
“Just cleaning you up.” His eyes dance with amusement as he slowly cleans between my legs. I’m so sensitive every stroke of his fingers causes me to gasp and tremble.
When he’s done, he kisses the tip of my nose, turns off the water, and helps me out of the shower. I reach for a towel, but Andre beats me to it. He takes his time drying me off, but he quickly dries himself before securing the towel around his waist when it's his turn.
“Let’s get you dressed. We have just enough time for a quick breakfast before you need to leave.”
Like a cold glass of water dumped over my head, the reminder of my upcoming trip chills me to the bone. After last night and this morning, I really, really don’t want to go. Being here with Andre is the perfect escape from all of my troubles.
Reluctantly, I put on my clothes from last night, glad that I hadn’t dressed up. If I were wearing a sexy little dress leaving this morning would feel like a walk of shame… I don’t want to ever feel shame of any kind when I walk away from Andre.
He pulls on a pair of gray sweatpants that barely hug his waist. What they say about gray sweatpants on a sexy as hell man is one hundred percent accurate. I’m practically drooling as I watch him walk towards me. He’s all rippling muscles with nothing at all hiding the bulge between his legs that’s getting bigger and more tempting as he closes the distance between us.
With the crook of his finger, he tilts my face up so I’m looking at his handsome face instead of his drool-worthy body. “Like what you see, sweet angel?”
My heart melts at him remembering how much I dislike being called sweetheart. I could totally live the rest of my life being his ‘sweet angel’ and be one happy girl.
“Yes, daddy. I love what I see.” I slowly lick my lips, hungry for a kiss.
Andre’s lips slowly descend, making my heart race and my lower body clench with need. Disappointment crashes through me when he simply places another kiss to the tip of my nose. He pulls back with a smirk, knowing precisely what he does to me.
“That’s real good, babygirl. Now, let’s get some breakfast in you.”
I drag my feet as I follow him to the kitchen, quickly whipping up scrambled eggs and toast. He sits the plate in front of me at the breakfast bar and a big glass of orange juice. I must make some kind of face at the glass of orange liquid poison because Andre asks me what’s wrong. I feel bad for turning my nose up at anything he’s prepared me after last night’s debacle with the asparagus, but this really isn’t something I can consume.
“Orange juice upsets my tummy.” By the look on Andre’s face, I’ve shocked not only myself with my little girl like response but him as well.
He quickly replaces the glass of juice with a glass of milk. “Thank you, daddy.”
My traitorous heart melts when he cups my cheek and tells me there’s no need to thank him for taking care of me. It’s his job, he says. I don’t think he realizes exactly what those words mean to me. No one has ever taken it upon themselves to truly take care of me other than the army of nannies my parents hired.
I eat my breakfast in quiet contemplation. Everything in me wants to give this thing with Andre a real chance. My heart is all in. My mind, on the other hand, isn’t on board. It keeps reminding me of all the ways this could blow up. It’s hard to jump in with two feet when you’re constantly reminded about how badly relationships can sour.
I force that little voice away, letting myself enjoy the moment. It might not be jumping in with both feet like my heart wants, but it doesn’t hurt to be positively optimistic that this whole thing could lead to something good.
After breakfast, Andre helps me put my shoes on, still wholly immersed in daddy mode. He offers to drive me home, but I refuse. It’s hard enough leaving this bubble he’s created for us. I can’t imagine having any of this feeling transfer over to my place and still be able to go.