“Please, Daddy, can I take it out?”
“Yes, baby.” He guided my hands back to his belt. “Slow.”
Following orders, I took my time unbuckling him and withdrawing his cock, rubbing his thick shaft through his black boxer briefs before slipping his cock all the way out.
“Fuck.” Sometimes only that word would do. Lumberjack porn, indeed. Adam’s cock was mouth-wateringly thick with a big, plump cockhead. “You weren’t kidding about big.”
“Glad you approve.” Smirking at me, he smoothed my hair.
“I might have oversold my skills,” I admitted. In the heat of the moment, on the phone, deep-throating him had seemed easy, but the actual cock in front of me was rather daunting. “That’s a monster.”
“Try.” Adam was all stern now, guiding me toward his cock. “Show Daddy what you like.”
That was nice, the way he demanded but gave me room to comply at my own pace. Grateful, I explored his shaft with my hands and tongue, jacking it while I lapped at the cockhead. Teasing a little, I sucked only that much, working the tip with my lips and tongue between shallow bobs. He was heavy and salty on my tongue, and I couldn’t get enough. I’d meant it on the phone. I could do hours of this.
“Good boy.” Adam tightened his hand on my head, strong grip belying the praise. “Take a little more.”
“Yes.” The combination of praise and order had me soaring high, grounded only by his hand on me and the cock in my mouth. Too eager, I went too low, too fast, and nearly gagged. Undaunted, I immediately tried again. And again, going a little lower each pass.
“You like that?” he murmured, voice the dirtiest of rumblings. “So full of cock you almost choke, greedy boy?”
I made a happy noise, not bothering coming up enough for a reply, instead going deeper yet and holding, so far down even my chest felt full and breathing through my nose was a challenge. One I fully welcomed, sliding back only far enough to suck in more air before diving down again, swallowing hard around his meaty cock. The stretch made my jaw ache, but that too made me harder, made my cock throb, knowing how big he was and how well I was taking it.
“Fuck.” Groaning, he pushed at my shoulder. “Slow down, baby. It’s been too long, and you’re too damn good at this.”
Secretly, I kind of liked that it had been a long time for him. He talked so easily about hooking up, so not being the only one breaking a long dry spell was nice, made me want to be that much better for him.
I exaggerated my pout, sticking my lip out. “But I want you to come.”
“I can tell.” He ran a thumb across my slick lips. “You’re such a needy boy, aren’t you?”
Fuck. I could get off simply listening to this man talk.
“Yes, Daddy.” Moaning, I licked at his cockhead, taking whatever he’d let me have even as his strong grip kept me from going deep again.
“Need Daddy’s come?”
“Yes.” I dropped a hand between my legs, pressing against my aching cock.
“Naughty boy.” His voice was stern, but his eyes twinkled. “Get your cock out. No being sneaky.”
I whimpered. “I might come.”
The restriction of my fly might have been the only thing keeping me from going off like a bottle rocket, and I wasn’t sure I could survive even a single stroke along bare flesh.
“No, you won’t. Not until I say. You touch real slow now.”
“Yes.” I would have gone to Mars for that commanding tone, the snarl that managed to make being allowed to touch myself feel like a fucking gift. The second he released my shoulder, I resumed going deep as I could on his cock, jacking everything I couldn’t fit with my free hand. My fingers brushed against his boxers. I wanted enough hands and mouths to play with his heavy balls too.
But what I was able to do must have been good enough because Adam was cursing a steady stream of praise. “Fuck. Yes. That’s so good.”
I hummed happily. I was dangerously close to slipping over the edge, but playing with fire had never felt so damn good. I sucked and sucked until the only thing I knew was his cock.
“You like when I use your pretty mouth?” he asked.
“Yes.” My cock pulsed against my palm, slippery already, and so, so close. “Please, Daddy.”
“Get me there, and I’ll let you come.”
Not wasting time with a reply, I got right back to work, challenging myself to go low enough to nose at the fabric of his boxers.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Close.”
More needy noises escaped my throat, and I pulled back long enough to whimper, “Want it.”
“You take all of that come, you hear?”
Fuck. Each filthy thing he said made it that much harder not to come. But I needed to get him there first. I sucked hard, milking the shaft with my tongue.