enjoyment really skyrockets.
As a result, so does mine.
Settling into my power, I fist him at the base, right above his thick thatch of black hair, and glide my hand up and down that ruddy column, stroking him upward until my hand meets my mouth, then I travel back down, up, down, letting him brush the back of my throat repeatedly, until he’s urging my face toward his lap with a desperate hand. “You like sucking Daddy’s dick, baby? Sure feels like it.” He breaks off on a growl, his hips starting to tick up, up, up. “Sure goddamn feels like you can’t get enough.”
I moan around his stiffness, the involuntary sound causing my throat to open and in pushes Jack, his shout of triumph loud in the backyard. The intrusion makes me choke and cough, my eyes tearing, but it doesn’t matter, because I’m instantly addicted to Jack’s loss of control. And letting him into my throat is how I achieve it, so I do it again, relaxing my muscles and allowing his pulsing erection to curve down my throat, linger, linger, before jerking back and gasping, reveling in Jack’s painfully blissful expression every time.
“You’re amazing,” he grits out, thrusting his hips up and down, rifling his shaft in and out of my mouth. God, I’m so wet just from watching him. His peeled back lips, his muscular arms and chest flexing as he guides my head down, down, hips pumping up, up. “Amazing. Amazing. One more time, baby. Be a good girl and let Daddy put his cock down your pretty throat.”
My own hips are canting back and forth, riding the air as if I’m straddling Jack, and I look up at him, watch him ogle the undulations of my body, his eyes going glassy, his breath turning short. So short. And then I press down, pushing my lips as far down his huge appendage as they’ll go, his pubic hair tickling my lips. His fingers twist in my hair, his entire body going stock still, before something breaks. Snaps.
“Maisy. Oh fuck!”
Thick, salty liquid rains down the back of my throat and I have the urge to pull away, but I battle it, entranced by the pleasure taking place above me. His earlier turmoil forgotten completely, he pants my name over and over again, his sex jerking and spurting within me. Finally, after what feels like forever, Jack pops free of my lips with a long, satisfied grunt, still ripe and semi-hard in front of my face. But I’m only given a split second to marvel at him.
Using his grip in my hair, he forces me to stand, guiding me closer until I’m straddling him on the chair. And still he urges me higher, until my knees are buried in the cushion on either side of his head. He shoves my skirt up around my waist and, realizing what’s coming, I cry out, falling forward onto my hands and knees.
Jack rips my panties off in a quick twist of his wrist, raining a stinging slap down on my buttocks, which are completely exposed to the pool, the backyard beyond.
“Go on, baby. Rub that hot cunt all over my fucking tongue.” Another two quick swats of his palm make me whimper. “Do it. Little girls who suck good cock like that get rewards. Don’t you want a reward from your Daddy? Don’t you need it, with that dripping wet pussy?”
“Yes!” I cry out, trembling, lowering my sex to his mouth. I intend to go slow, to feel my way through this new act, but the suction from Jack’s lips pulls me in, blows a fuse in my brain and my thighs spread wider, hips working desperately to embrace the delicious pain and escape it at the same time. “Jack, oh Jack, oh Jack.”
His grip is tight on the flesh of my bottom, urging me to ride faster, faster, and I do, because his tongue is stiff on my clit and I’m already so incredibly turned on from watching him burn toward a climax. My orgasm is already knocking on the door, asking to come through, and I fumble for the knob, digging my fingernails into the cushion and bearing down, grinding that swollen bud on his upper lip, tongue, anywhere I can find friction, and finally the bliss clouds my thoughts, pleasure lifting my body high and rattling me. There’s no shame, no hesitation, just me raking my sex up and back over Jack’s groaning mouth, his finger tucking into