Page 119 of Cook

Slowly—almost painfully—I slid his boxer briefs over his engorged member, and his cock broke free, rising up. Veins ran up his thick shaft. As much as I wanted it inside my pussy, this part would be about Cook and penance.

I had been a very bad girl, and I needed to make it up to him.

My hands slid around his thick cock, and he twitched in my grasp. The rest of his body was stiff, but his cock was like diamonds. It had to hurt. Why did he hide from me for so long?

Raising my eyes up to him, I silently asked if I could take him in my mouth now. He was already looking down at me, eyes hooded.

Finally, he gave a curt nod.

I raised to my knees and eagerly dropped my jaw open.

Pushing myself up onto the bed, I inched my way forward until I had a good enough angle to take the tip of his cock into my mouth. He shifted his hips like he couldn’t help himself. I moaned as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock.

His hips bucked up from his bed, and I took more of his length into my mouth. My lips stretched around his girth as his cock slid into my mouth, and he held still.

I could tell he restrained himself now.

I’d had enough men shoving their cocks straight into me, not caring if I gagged on their dick or even bit down, but that would’ve gotten me killed. Cook, however, while still controlling the situation, was testing me to see how much I could take. Apparently, I hadn’t proved myself to him yet.

Inch by inch, I stretched my mouth and dropped my jaw. The tipof his cock hit the back of my throat, and I almost coughed.

Before I could move again, Cook placed his hand on the back of my head, holding me there. “You can’t say your safe word right now, Maddie.”

He paused until I flicked my eyes up to meet his.

“If you need to stop, you have to snap your fingers twice. Do you understand? Once for yes.”

I snapped once. I understood, but I wouldn’t be tapping out.

Daddy was giving me rules, though. Structure I could follow, and it made me need him more. He waited again, reading me before he curled his fingers through my hair. The motion took the pressure off my head. He was giving me control, offering me the freedom to give him what he needed.

I started to bob up and down on his cock. I sucked and licked, holding back my teeth. After being a bad girl today, I doubted he wanted my teeth on his cock.

Suddenly, Cook grabbed the back of my head. His large palm and long fingers took up the base of my head and my neck, pressing down on the pressure points. My breathing was already haggard, and I had been timing myself to breathe as his cock was on the tip of my lips. My pacing was lost along with my breath when he moved me up and down on his cock, controlling my movements.

He held me down on his cock until I started to squirm, like he was trying to see how far he could push me. I didn’t snap my fingers.

Our rhythms soon merged, and I breathed when he pulled me up in short inhales and exhales. I grabbed his balls, and he released a deep, audible exhale. His stomach tightened, brushing against my hair. I moved further, and I knew from how his hips ground that he was close. I swirled my tongue at his tip and hollowed my cheeks at his base.

“Maddie,” he let out on a growl.

Though I wanted to screamyes, I couldn’t. I snapped instead, ready to drink his seed like it was the elixir of life.

His hips hitched up while he pushed my head down. Suddenly, he exploded into my mouth. Thick salty cum washed into my mouth, spurting to the back of my throat, and I gulped it down. He held myhead down, slamming his hips into my mouth, and I squeezed his balls as they emptied into me. I swallowed again. And again.

More.

For his strong orgasm, Cook only moaned. I wanted him to holler like he had done when he had fucked my pussy. Only then would he have retribution for the bitch I had been earlier.

He released me as his cock softened in my mouth, and I opened my mouth with a pop.

Cook leaned over toward me, a napkin in his hand, and wiped off my lips and face gently. I watched his movements, hiding my eyes down instead of meeting his gaze. I hadn’t given him a good release. He needed more.

When my face was sufficiently clean, Cook balled up the napkin and threw it into the trash can in his bedroom.

He stood and then walked toward the door. I pushed off his mattress too, but then he spun around. His jaw was locked, and his eyes were hard. Then again, his cock was getting hard again. Would my still naked body do that to him?

“Stay,” he ordered me, pointing toward the mattress, and I kneeled back down at the bedside.

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