Page 24 of Use Me, Daddy

His cock was thick, with a curve to the right, and the tip was leaking pre-cum already.

And he was pierced.

Not only was his cock large, but the tip was adorned with a Prince Albert piercing, a barbell with three balls instead of the usual one and I squeaked in surprise. It was a beautiful sight, but it was damn sure more than a little intimidating. My clit pulsed and another trickle of wetness slid out of me.

I wanted that cock.

In my hand.

In my mouth.

In my pussy.

In my…no…not there. Maybe… maybe yes there.

In every single way…

Aleksei must have noticed my reaction because the corners of his mouth lifted up in a smirk. With one hand, he cupped the back of my head and pulled me forward until the tip of his cock touched my lips.

A surge of heat coursed through my veins, and I opened my mouth, letting him slide his cock between my lips. I curled my tongue around his piercing and flicked my eyes up to meet his.

His jaw tightened, and his nostrils flared as he breathed in sharply, his control slipping just a little as he let out a soft groan. The sound sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I took him deeper, wanting to hear it again, wanting him to know how much I wanted him.

My fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, and I felt him grow harder under my touch, his desire unmistakable. I leaned forward, taking him as deep as I dared before he hit the back of my throat. I wasn’t one of those girls that didn’t have a gag reflex. I needed to be careful.

Aleksei watched me with a predatory look in his eyes, his thumb tracing a lazy circle on the back of my head. He seemed to enjoy watching me, seeing the effect he had on me. His gaze never wavered, not even for a second.

It was maddening. And also somehow… completely intoxicating.

I bobbed up and down, his cock filling my mouth, and his hand moved to cup my cheek, his fingers tracing the shape of his cock through the skin. He held me there, the weight of him heavy on my tongue, and a moan escaped my lips.

Aleksei smiled, the look on his face unmistakable.

Triumphant.

I should have hated him for it, but the truth was, it made me wet.

So fucking wet.

My cheeks burned, and my clit throbbed. I drew in a breath through my nose as I swirled my tongue around his cock, teasing him with pleasure. He leaned his head back and groaned.

Encouraged, I sped up, bobbing faster, his cock slick with my spit.

It wasn’t long before his thighs started shaking, his breath quickening.

He was getting close.

The knowledge filled me with a mix of pride and arousal. I had brought him to this point, and the thought sent a thrill through me.

Iwasgood at this. I had him on the edge of orgasm and a sense of power radiated through me at that realization.

But I didn’t want to let him come so quickly, not with how tortured I’d been all weekend, so I pulled back, slowed down the movements of my tongue, lessened the pressure of my lips surrounding him.

I wanted to best him and I would use my mouth to do it.

I kept going, alternating between teasing him with quick, light flicks of my tongue, and taking his cock as deep as I dared, swallowing around his girth.

A low growl escaped his lips, his jaw clenched, and his hand gripped the back of my head a bit harder, hard enough to cause a flash of pain to burn across my scalp.

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