For a second I thought he was going to give me what I wanted right there in the chair. Instead he stood, crossed to the couch, and grabbed one of the cushions before dropping it on the floor in front of where he was standing.
“Come here,” he said.
I started to get up fully.
“No. Crawl.”
Oh fuck, yes daddy. The command ringing in my head. Crawl. Right there in that moment I would have crawled all the way to his bedroom.
So I lowered myself to my hands and knees and crossed the space between us like that, my face hot and my heart pounding so hard I could feel it everywhere. By the time my knees hit the cushion, I could see him breathing harder. Good.
“You really think you deserve to suck my cock?” he said.
"Yes, Daddy." I say it nice and slow.
"Go ahead," he say. "You better do a damn good job."
The edge in his voice made me go liquid between my thighs.
I reached for his belt with fingers that were only shaking a little, unfastened it, and opened his jeans. When I pushed them down enough to free his cock, he was already thick and leaking at the tip, and all I could think was that I had waited way too long for this.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, feeling the heat and the way he pulsed against my palm. Then I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly over the head, tasting the salty pre-cum.
I caught his hand twitch at his side. When I looked up at his face, I could see he was trying hard to hold himself together, jaw tight, like if he gave too much away I’d win something.
That only made it better.
I took him into my mouth, lips stretching wide around his girth, and sank down as far as I could. Till the head bumped the back of my throat and my eyes watered, but I held there for a long second, letting him feel how eager I was.
I eased back and set a rhythm. Slow at first. Then a little deeper. Then slower again when I felt the way his breathing changed over my head. I hallowed my cheeks, swirling mytongue along the underside. Doing everything I knew how to make him feel this.
“Christ,” he muttered, almost too low to hear.
I smiled around him.
That got me a hand in my hair. Just firm enough to let me know he was done pretending he didn’t need something to hold on to.
I kept going, more focused on him than on anything else, on the sounds I could pull out of him, the way his control kept slipping just a little more every time I took him deeper, every time my hand tightened with my mouth.
“Take your pants off,” he ordered suddenly, voice rough.
I pulled off him with a wet pop, staring up. “Now?”
“Right fucking now.”
I pushed my jeans down, kicked them off awkwardly, panties following and settled back between his legs, the cool air hit my soaked pussy and I shivered. His fingers tightened in my hair and guided my mouth back to his cock.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
I obeyed, sliding two fingers through my dripping folds. Moaning around his cock. My hips rocked against my own hand as I worked him with my mouth. I kept moving, trying to focus on him and the shape of him in my mouth, on the fact that this was finally happening, but the whole thing felt clumsy in a way that made embarrassment creep in at the edges.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Keep going. I want you to come with my cock down your throat.”
The praise should have helped. It didn't.
My motions turned messy after that, more from wanting to please him than from any confidence in what I was doing. I could feel him watching, could feel the way he was trying to stay in control of himself while I worked him over and tried to do what he asked at the same time.
“I want you to come like this,” he said.