Zander chuckles. “Baby, you do everything right. Just open your mouth and let Daddy guide you.”
Daddy.
The word hits me in the chest and sends me spinning. I never thought something like that would ever turn me on, but as he slides his hand around the back of my head and pushes me down on his cock, I’m hotter than I’ve ever been.
His thick shaft slides between my eager lips, and already I feel myself wanting to gag. His enormity is unreal. The warmth, the scent, all has me dripping for him. But this isn’t about me. That comes later.
Desperate to please him, I do the best I can. He guides me, shows me what he likes, and I look up to see his eyes on me, flaring with passion as his cock flexes against the insides of my mouth.
I gag, cough, and sit back as tears fill in my eyes. “S—sorry,” I stammer. “You’re just so big.”
“Don’t apologize, baby,” he growls, tightening his grip in my hair. “Take a deep breath, relax your throat, and go down on it. You can do it.”
I do as I’m told; I take a deep breath, mentally focus on opening my throat, and with his guidance, take his cock into my mouth again. My tongue explores his shaft as he gives me his inches. I can feel the veins and begin to fantasize about how it’s going to feel when he explodes.
I want it more than anything.
“That’s it,” he tells me. “Just stay right there like that. I’ll do the rest.”
He begins to fuck my throat, and I can’t hold back. I reach into my pants and find my clit with my middle finger. Eyes watering, mouth full, my breath short, and my body tense, I rise closer and closer to that peak, the climax I know will be nothing close to what Zander gave me last night, but I desperately need.
“Christ, you feel how fucking hard I am, girl? You’re going to make me come and you’re going to swallow all of it. Understand?”
I want to cry out to him that not only do I understand, I want it. But I can’t. My mouth’s full. So all I can do is moan back. But he gets the message.
His cock flexes, and I feel a jet of hot warmth as he fills my mouth with his load. Golden light radiates through my body as I swallow eagerly. My climax hits me hard, and I slow my finger and apply pressure as we come together, sharing a moment I’ll never forget.
It feels like he’s coming forever. I keep swallowing, fighting my gag reflex from how deep he is in my throat. He tastes sweet and I start imagining all the places I could get down on my knees and please him.
“Jesus…” he groans as I start to pull back. “Hang on, hang on. So sensitive.”
His cock still in my mouth, I smile up at him, slide my hand from my pants, and gently caress his balls. His whole body tenses up, reminding me of his strength, and I slowly rise up and swallow one last time.
“Fuck, baby. I swear. You’re a natural. That was the best head of my life.”
“Stop,” I giggle as I throw myself onto him. He wraps me in his arm and holds me tight. Yeah, I could live here forever.
“I’ll never lie to you, baby. It’s the truth. It wasn’t as good as being in your pussy, but it was close.”
The taste of his release still lingers on my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, a sweet reminder of what I can do for him. Should I feel weird about being proud of that? It’s not like the pride I feel after finishing a painting. It’s different. Not something I would brag to everyone about, but still…
I feel the wheels of the plane touch down and realize I’m the farthest away from home I’ve ever been. We put ourselves back together and make our way out of the cabin and onto the tarmac, where a car is already waiting for us. We climb in the back seat as our luggage is loaded in, and I nuzzle up to Zander as we head for the hotel.
“Look at the sunset,” I muse as I gaze out the window at the peach and violet sky. “So beautiful.”
“Wait until you see it,” he smiles. “Driver? Change of plans. Let’s skip the hotel. Bring us to the house.”
The driver nods and makes a turn.
“The house?” I ask. “You have a house here too?”
“I’ve got houses all over.” He grins. “I thought spoiling you with a night at a hotel would be nice, but this feels better.”
Ten minutes later we’re parked at the beach, and my hand is in Zander’s as he leads me down to the sand. The smell of the sea fills my nose, and the breeze twists my hair into my face. I also notice that there’s no one else around.
“Where is everybody?” I ask.
“On the public beaches,” he replies. “I own this one.”