Page 8 of Morally Gray Daddies

“Delicious,” he murmured, as my eyes widened. “Now, come here, babydoll, it’s Daddy’s turn.”

I didn’t know what he meant at first. I thought he was going to climb into bed with me… and God help me, I was going to let him. I was too pleasure-drunk, too limp from my orgasms, to stop him. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to in the first place. There was a part of me that wanted to feel him inside me, that wanted him to be the first man to have me.

But that wasn’t his intention.

I found myself being rolled onto my stomach, his hand gripping the back of my neck like I was a naughty puppy, lifting me up enough that I put my hands down on the bed to help hold me where he wanted me. My arms felt weaker than normal, but some of the strength was coming back.

With my full weight on my hands, there was no way for me to fight back as he slid his hand into my curls, tipping my head back. I hadn’t even realized that he’d freed his cock from his trousers. The first cock I ever saw, and I couldn’t even get a good look because of how he was holding my head. The tip touched my lips and pushed in before I fully understood his intentions, and I froze with shock as the salty, meaty taste of his flesh hit my tongue, then kept going.

My jaw dropped in shock, which only gave him more leeway to thrust deeper in.

“That’s it, babydoll, suck Daddy’s cock.”

Reeling from the shock, I found myself doing exactly what he ordered, my cheeks hollowing as I automatically sucked on the long, thick piece of flesh that had invaded my mouth. He groaned with pure pleasure, and the sound went through me like a heat wave.

He moved, his hips pulling back, then thrusting forward again, shoving his dick deeper in my mouth, sliding over my tongue until it hit the back of my throat, and I choked. Eyes watering for an entirely different reason now, my mouth started to close automatically, and his grip on my hair tightened.

“No biting, babydoll, or you won’t sit for a week.”

I whimpered around his cock, partly from my heated reaction to his threat, partly because I was struggling not to bite him when he withdrew, then thrust in again. On another day, at another time, when I wasn’t so discombobulated, perhaps I would have earned the threatened spanking, but right now, I was completely thrown off by the entire situation. All of my defenses were down.

Never once had I imagined being on my hands and knees in my own bed with Gio’s cock moving back and forth in my mouth, my body still throbbing from the orgasm he’d brought me to with his fingers. This was far more wicked than my imagination had ever been. If Mrs. Cunningham heard us… if she walked in and found us here like this…

No men allowed on the premises after dark.

I had gone far beyond just having a gentleman visit me.

“Open up for me, babydoll. Relax your throat.”

How I was supposed to do that, I didn’t know. Instead, I choked again and again, my throat spasming as he pushed his cock deeper… but he didn’t seem to mind. His groans were low but intense, his fingers gripping my hair tighter and tighter until suddenly, he thrust forward so hard and fast, I couldn’t stop him.

With his hand on the back of my head, my nose was pressed against his groin, his entire length somehow lodging itself in the back of my throat. The muscles convulsed around him as I automatically swallowed, my stomach churning as the warm liquid filled it.

He pulled out somewhat, splashing the last drops on my tongue so I couldn’t miss the bitter, salty-sweet taste. I gasped for breath, panting, still on all fours, still disbelieving I was truly awake. That Gio had actually woken me and finger-fucked me to orgasm, then shoved his cock in my mouth, forcing me to swallow both it and his cum.

It was entirely surreal.

“Good girl.” He cupped my chin, tilting my head back to look up at him, running his thumb over my lower lip to swipe away a droplet of his passion. “Now, go back to sleep.”

He pushed gently back and to the side, guiding my head back down onto my pillow. I dropped like a rock, too exhausted to argue, too wrung out to attempt any kind of resistance. My eyelashes fluttered almost as soon as I was down, lethargy overcoming me despite the fact that he was still in my room.

I didn’t feel in danger with him there… I felt safe.

Which was when I finally knew that I must be dreaming.

Gio

That hadn’t gone at all like I’d planned.

It had been so much better.

Though leaving Clara’s room was even more difficult.

Letting myself out of the boarding house, I felt elated, relieved, and utterly disappointed because I knew I wasn’t going to be able to come back for a while. But my decision had been made. Clara was going to be mine. Lifting my fingers to my mouth, I let the scent of her waft through my nostrils, licking the last of her slick arousal from the digits. The sweet, tart taste lingered on my tongue.

The way she reacted to me, I was fairly certain she was virginal… just very submissive and very pliant. Perhaps because I’d caught her unawares, but it made sense to me that her sassy exterior hid a softer side. She’d melted for me and called me Daddy without hesitation.

That’s when I knew for sure… she was mine.

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