Page 45 of Testing the Goalie

“Everything,” I whisper breathily.

Ian spreads his knees and then crooks his finger.I rush to obey him, and the second I’m in front of him, he commands me to kneel. When I don’t instantly drop to my knees, Ian lifts a brow at me, and it’s like he’s saying, “Do you want to challenge me right now, boy?”

I contemplate pushing my luck for a moment but then think better of it, sinking to my knees between his thighs. I want to suck his cock so bad it hurts, and if I don’t listen, it’s going to be a long time before I get what I want, possibly even longer until he allows me to come.

“Good boy,” he praises, leaning down to kiss my lips. “I loved watching you play tonight. You’re so incredibly skilled at what you do… so powerful and in control. It makes having you on your knees even more of a prize for me. I’m such a lucky guy to have you.”

My heart beats rapidly at his sweet words, making it hard to breathe. I thought I was lucky to have a man like Ian in my life, and here he is saying it’s him. It is almost mind-boggling.

Thankfully, I don’t have much time to overthink things because Daddy is kissing me. His tongue dives into my eager mouth, and I moan. This man knows exactly how to take control of a kiss, which is a huge turn-on. He devours my mouth and swallows my needy whimpers.

He’ll only release me once he’s had his fill.That’s how everything with Ian is. He takes the reins, and things move at his pace. I never knew I would be this into someone taking the amount of control he does, but I am. I crave the ability to just let go. The only thing I have to worry about when I’m with Ian is listening to him—he’s in charge of the rest. I love it.

“You taste fucking delicious, baby,” Ian says.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I reply. “Can I taste more of you?”

Ian leans back, spreading his arms open and resting them on the couch. “I mean, you definitely deserve a prize for how amazing you played tonight. Where did you want to taste?” he inquires.

I lick my lips. “Everywhere.”

“Okay,” he responds with a devilish grin. “Any exposed skin is fair game. Show me how talented your mouth is.”

“May I sit in your lap to start?” I request.

Ian nods, and I scramble into position, straddling him quickly. A deep chuckle reverberates through his chest, making tingles erupt just under my skin.

There’s a smile on my lips as I stick my tongue out and lap at Ian’s neck. I begin at the base and work my way toward his ear, pulling his lobe into my mouth. My lips curve up even more when Ian lets out a low groan.

Letting go, I work my way down his neck, leaving a trail of licks and kisses as I make my way to his pecs. When I stare at him, I almost get a little lightheaded from how intensely he’s watching me. He’s looking at me like I’m a prized treasure, filling me with warmth and fuzziness.

“Your body is exquisite,” I tell him, pulling his nipple into my mouth and giving it a good suck, then biting it.

Ian hisses, but when I cast a glance back at him, his one brow is raised, and the intimate look that was there earlier is replaced with his usual Daddy seriousness.

“Good boys don’t bite,” he warns, and I shrug, letting go.

“Being good all the time is boring,” I reply, then give his other one a quick nibble.

“If you want my cock in your ass tonight, you better start listening,” he warns.

I give a long, slow lick of his chest before climbing off his lap and kneeling between his legs again. “Maybe I don’t want that,” I counter. “Maybe I just want you to fill my mouth with your load.”

My fingers dance along the waistband of his sweats, and a deep growl bubbles up his chest, which has my cock throbbing in my pants.

“Can I please have your cock, Daddy?” I plead and am pleasantly surprised when he lifts his hips to shove his sweats down.

Instead of letting me take him into my mouth, the moment his pants are off, he hooks his hands under my armpits and pulls me up. Then he places me on the couch beside him, standing as soon as I’m situated. His thick cock hangs heavy in front of my face, and I’m not too proud to admit I’m drooling a little.

“You can have me, but only what I give you,” he instructs. “So, stay still, hands on your thighs, and open that cock-hungry mouth.”

A lustful energy dances through my veins, and I obey his command at lightning speed.

“I’m going to fuck your face,” he informs me. “If it becomes too much, tap my leg.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I reply then open my mouth, waiting for my reward.

Ian blows out a breath and then taps his crown against my tongue. Drool dribbles down my chin, but I don’t dare close my mouth. I haven’t been told to do that yet, and if I want the prize of my man’s load, I have to listen.

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