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Ian swallows me deep down, my length sliding into his throat, causing electric shocks to shoot through my body. Holy. Shit. He doesn’t have a gag reflex. I’ve never been with someone who can take all of me in one go.

I’ve always prided myself on my stamina, but Ian’s talented mouth pushes me to my limits. I curl my toes into the carpet and try my hardest to resist the orgasm that is building deep in my balls.

“Daddy,” I plead, this time the title falling almost instinctively. “I want to be a good boy, but if you keep that up, I’m going to blow.”

Ian pauses, slowly sliding up my cock, allowing it to fall out of his mouth.

“Thank you for telling me,” he praises. “You’re not used to edging, are you?”

I shake my head. “This is a first. Most guys I’ve been with want to get down and dirty as soon as possible.”

“How old are you?” he asks, nuzzling my thigh.

“Twenty.”

He hums. “That makes more sense then. You’re used to quick fucks. I was like that at your age too. How ’bout I let you come in my mouth, then we can move this to the bed, where I’ll play with you some more. You’ll be allowed to have your second orgasm when I’m balls deep inside you.”

“Yes, please,” I breathe out, trying not to sound too eager.

He chuckles, lapping at my cock again. “But remember to stay still, baby. I’m the one in charge. If you buck those hips, I’ll stop, and you won’t reach that high you’re desperate for.”

“I’ll be still. I promise.”

He smiles and nods, his brows raised expectantly. “You will because you’re a good boy, and you like it when Daddy takes control, don’t you?”

Typically, my repones would be a resounding hell no. I’ve always been the one in charge, and I thought that was how I was always going to like it, but clearly, things have changed, or at least they’re different right now anyway.

I bite my lip and bob my head, whispering, “Yes, Daddy.”

How is it that calling this man Daddy is so easy for me? You’d think I’d be struggling with this dynamic. Not only am I using an honorific I’ve never used, but I’m also submitting for the first time. It’s almost like second nature. I must have had this side to me all along and just needed a talented older man like Ian to unlock it.

“Come when you’re ready,” he instructs, sucking my hard length into his mouth once again.

My head falls back, but he doesn’t reprimand me for not holding eye contact this time. At least I’m able to keep the rest of my body still, for the time being, anyway.

Ian is a fucking master with his mouth, swallowing my cock down his throat and using the constriction to choke it in a toe-curling way.

“Fuck yes,” I cry out when he picks up speed.

His slurps and hums fill the otherwise silent space. I love it. My moans and whimpers become louder, echoing in the room, the closer I am to my release.

“I-I’m close,” I stammer, my balls drawing up, and a tingle shoots up my spine.

Ian’s eyes meet mine again like he’s silently giving me the go-ahead to let go, and I do, shouting so fucking loud my throat burns a little.

My head spins as I shoot my load down Ian’s throat, and he swallows every last drop. I’ve never experienced an orgasm that intense in my entire life. If that was just from a blow job, what is it going to be like when he fucks me?

“Ready to take this to the bed?” Ian asks, rising to his feet, still licking his lips.

It takes me a second to process what he’s asked since I’m trying to catch my breath and coming down from such an incredible high. “Do you mind if I have a shower first?” I request when I’m able to form a sentence again. I want to be extra clean for him when he takes my ass.

His lips turn up in that confident grin of his, and he dips his chin. “You can, but don’t take too long.”

The instant I have his permission, I rush to the bathroom with a giant grin on my face. This might only be a summer fuck, but I’m glad I met Ian today. He allowed me to discover new things about myself that I probably wouldn’t have figured out otherwise.

CHAPTER TWO

IAN

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