Taste me, Daddy novel Chapter 6

I reply and shove off of the wall. "I just promised Priscilla that I would go back to her house to help her clean up after her party. There was this big thing with her Mother last night and they didn't really get the chance to clean up. Would it be okay if I went over for a few hours? I know I should have asked before promising..." I say quickly when my Father glares at me through narrowed eyes. "My cell was dead before I could call you guys."

Daddy goes back to reading his paper.

My Mother turns to glance at him and sighs. "Just please be home for dinner."

I smile hugely at her. "I will. I promise. 7pm, as usual?"

"Yes, Honey." My Mother says with a kiss to my temple.

I watch her go back to cooking and suddenly feel guilty for what happened between me and my Father in the pantry. I glance over at my Father to find him watching my face, know that he can read my every emotion there because I've always been that way. It's why I was always so easy to punish; my eyes and face always gave everything away. "I'll see you later." I mumble and hurry toward the stairs to my bedroom. I slide on a pair of Skippies and snatch up my half-charged cell phone. I send off a brief text to Priscilla to let her know that I'm heading over and then shove the phone into my back pocket. I feel my wet panty sticking to my cunt lips and decide to change them. I slide the shorts off, then the panties and toss the panties into the hamper before placing on another pair of the cotton brief. I slide the shorts back on and hurry to the bathroom to give my creamy pussy a quick cleanse.

I open the bathroom door and gasp to find my Father standing there. I back up when he walks in and watch him close, then lock the door behind him. I watch through wide eyes as he reaches for the snap on his jeans before unzipping them. I lick my lips as he reaches inside his underwear to take out the long and hard thickness hiding there. I moan and automatically drop to my knees for him; I glance up into his eyes as he steps toward me.

"You will swallow every drop." he orders me as he strokes his length.

I lick my lips, again. "Yes, Sir." I reply a second before I lower my head to examine his cock for the first time in my life. I reach forward to wrap my hand around the base of his shaft and he gasps before thrusting forward into my touch. "When was the last time you were pleasured, Daddy?" I ask him as I lean down to lick the underside of his dick from balls to tip and back. I suckle at his left ball and then his right one. "How long since you've cum to the touch of a woman?" I ask him as I stroke his length and lick around his balls, again.

"Too fucking long." he admits as his gaze darkens before settling on my lips. "Suck me."

"Yes, Sir." I reply and lean forward to take his thick cockhead between my lips. I suck until he slides a few inches deeper. My hand strokes his length as I suck, my lips adjusting to cover my teeth as he sinks a bit further. I feel his tip reaching the back of my throat and still have much more to go; I'm floored by just how big my Daddy's cock is, but I pull back to suck his tip while stroking him the whole time. "It's so big..." I whisper reverently as I worship the length with my hand before using both hands at once. I place the tip back in my mouth and suck him toward the back of my throat, again. I swallow like my asshole boyfriend taught me, try to take my Daddy's thickness into my throat around my gag reflex; but he's much bigger than my soon to be ex-boyfriend and it's difficult to take him in. I pull back with a gasp and stroke him.

"You can do it, Maya." he whispers as he strokes my hair away from my face. He licks his lips, his eyes dilated to almost black with his desire. He buries his hands in my hair and pulls me back toward his arousal. "You can take me into your throat. I know you can...Make Daddy cum, baby...I'm so close." he moans as he thrusts his hips forward.

"Yes, Sir." I reply and his cock twitches in my hands. I smile wickedly and glance up at him. "Do you like being called Sir, Daddy?" I ask him and am rewarded with another twitch of his length in my grasp. "Sir does, indeed." I laugh softly and lean forward to suck him, again. I moan when I feel his hands tighten in my hair while his hips thrust forward; I relax my jaw and flatten my tongue against the underside of his manhood to give him control of fucking my mouth. I moan, again, when he shoves at the back of my throat and pushes deeper. I swallow at his head, try my best not to gag on him, but he pulls back before I can. I breathe in deeply through my nose and wait for the next attempt.

As soon as I feel the push of his tip at my throat, I swallow and am reward with him sinking beyond my gag reflex. I smile around his cock when he moans and shoves deeper; I can't breathe with him blocking my airway, but I trust that he will pull back in time. I don't have to wait long for him to pull out with another moan, but now he's fucking with enthusiasm. I drop a hand down to his balls to massage them and his thrusts become erratic. I gasp when he grips my hair tighter and uses it to pull my head into each of his thrust, his cock shoving roughly down my throat. I fight the urge to puke and take deep breaths each time he withdraws.

"Daddy's going to cum right down your throat..." he moans, his voice soft to prevent my Mother hearing it from downstairs. He thrusts wildly now, his eyes glued to his cock as it vanishes into my mouth. "Fuck, I'm going to cum, baby." he warns a second before shoving deeply into my throat; he pushes at the back of my head, forces his cock as deeply as it will go, and I can feel his cum pouring there. He moans, withdraws so that I can swallow a second before he pumps a shot of salty cum directly onto my tongue. He shoves his cock back toward my throat, beyond the gag reflex, and into the depths where he deposits another load.

His legs quiver with his orgasm.

I'm terrified he's going to fall on top of me at this awkward angle.

He falls backward, instead, his cock popping from my mouth with a squelch. He slides along the door to plop to his ass on the floor. He struggles to breathe, his hand holding his cock as if it hurts him, and his wide eyes locked on my face. "Swallow it all." he commands as he strokes the last of his orgasm out of a softening thickness. "Every last drop."

"Yes, Sir." I reply and swallow a few times before licking my lips clean. My eyes drift to the tip of his cock where the last of his orgasm puddles. I crawl over to him slowly with a sensual smile on my lips; I keep my eyes locked with his as I lower my head toward his lap, my tongue extending to lick the last of his salty jizz away. I suck his tip like an ice cream cone, pull the sensitive length into my mouth to make sure I get every last drop of his cum.

His hand sinks into my hair and he almost brutally yanks me off of his cock until we're eye to eye. "Show me..." he hisses as I lick my fuck-swollen lips. His gaze, dark with desire, drifts down to my mouth and he waits for me to open up for him. "Show me!" he growls a little bit louder this time and gives my head a rough shake that makes me wince.

I open my mouth to show him that not a drop of his cum is anywhere other than in my stomach. "I swallow it all, Sir." I whisper what I hope is sexily and lick my lips, again, hoping to find another trace of his delicious flavor there. "It's all gone."