#uncle daddy

The sound from his throat, I shall never forget it. Like a ravenous wolf, maw deep in his meal. A growl, a groan that shook in my veins as he threw his head back. Ten fingers wove into my hair, clutching near my temples as he gave his cock the smallest thrust inside my mouth. Instantly, he repeated the movement over my tongue and between my lips, and I could feel that aching wet between my legs leaking. More and more followed to drench my thighs with each thrust. Instinct took the reins of my thought, and I closed my lips tightly around him as much as I could, dragging my tongue along the slight groove, the underside of his cock sliding over it with deliberate strength.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice like gravel, harsh and sharper than a blade. My eyes instantly obeyed, meeting his half-lidded eyes, glossed over in his pleasure and blue so bright, it would have stolen my breath if I could have taken one from around his massive cock in my mouth. “So beautiful,” he rasped as he thrust, controlling my head as his cock delved deeper down my throat. I gagged, coughing as he poured out praise with each shove over my tongue. “Radiant…. Sharp… Brilliant…”

His movements grew erratic, and only once I began to taste something new and bitter on my tongue did he free me from his waist.