I can’t breathe for a moment because his words turn me on so much. I finally manage to squeak out, “Okay, Daddy,” before I get my mouth back on him.
I feel so excited, and it kind of feels strange to think I could be this excited because I’m giving a blowjob. I’ve never been into that. I mean, usually, I give a blowjob just because I don’t feel like sex. At least, that’s how it was for me before Neil. Now, I try to give blowjobs and always get fucked before I finish. Of course, I always feel like having sex when Neil is involved.
This is different, though. This feels special and exciting. I just love the idea of really focusing on pleasing him, of making things wonderful for him. I mean, I guess I always want a sexual partner to enjoy things but this is something different. This isn’t about him just enjoying the sex with me. This is about me focusing all of my effort and attention on making him happy, on pleasing him.
Dear God, though, it turns me on enough that I almost want him to pull me up again and demand he get to fuck me instead.
Fuck me.
Why in the world is it so easy for me to think vulgar words like that but not to say them?
It doesn’t matter. I move my mouth up and down and move my tongue around. There are times I wish I was a virgin when I met Neil. I wish he was the only man who ever enjoyed me. Right now, though, I’m happy I have experience and that he gets to benefit from it. I move as deeply as I can and then suck slowly to the top, moving my tongue as I do. Then, I encircle my fingers around his haft and move my mouth and my hand together. Someday, I’ll be able to get him entirely in my mouth. Until I can, using my mouth and hand like this at least must feel a little like deepthroat.
I moan as I move and suck and when his breathing grows a little more rapid and the hand I have on his balls feels them tighten, I realize there is something that can be first for him. I’ve never let a boy finish in my mouth. I moan and suck more eagerly, and when he groans and cums, I feel a sense of triumph unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I also don’t mind that he came in my mouth. I even kind of like it. I keep sucking and moving my tongue until his moans kind of seem pained. Only then do I pull off. I surprise myself by swallowing without really thinking about it until afterward, when I feel sexy as hell and like I’ve done two things for him I never did for anyone else.
After I swallow all down, I giggle and say as sweetly as I can, “Thank you, Daddy.”
He chuckles, shakes his head and says, “What am I gonna do with you, little girl?”
Just as sweetly, I say, “I think something that will keep me from standing up, Daddy.” I giggle and then shriek as I leap up and run away when he tries to grab me.