Page 75 of Third Degree

Slap.

“Who is… you?” His words were laced with a pressing demand.

“You… Daddy.” I used his favorite pet name, and then, with another crack, the belt came down on my cheek.

Slap.

I could feel the pressure building inside of me, and I knew I would release soon, so as much as my back would let me, I pulled off him.

His cock was throbbing, and I desperately wanted it in my mouth. I wanted him to feel how he had been making me feel.

“Do you trust me?”

I licked my lips. “Of course.”

He smiled and as soon as the words escaped me, I realized it was the same question he’d asked earlier when we were saying our vows. My answer was the same.

Of course I trusted him. I had always trusted him. Only him, ever.

“Get up.”

I did, and I stood in front of him, letting my shirt hit me midthigh. He leaned back so he was resting against the arm of the couch. His cock still pulsated with need.

He turned his head to where I was standing.

“Take it off,” he commanded.

“Anything for you, Daddy.” I licked my lips sensually, and he ran his hands through his salt-and-pepper hair. His abs flexed as he looked over at me, and I loved the way my body evoked such emotion in him.

I grasped the bottom hem of my t-shirt, and very slowly, as if I was performing a striptease for him, I glided it over my head. It was the first time I had ever stood in front of someone fully vulnerable, exposed, and raw. My nipples quickly pebbled at the way he started from the bottom and very slowly danced his eyes up my body.

He paused at every dip and curve, and then, when he finally locked eyes with me, he hissed in anticipation.

“Come here,” he murmured, and I walked the couple steps over to where he was splayed out against the arm of the couch.

He lifted me by my waist so that my feet were dangling in the air and sat my naked core right against his stomach. I was almost embarrassed at how quickly there was a wet spot where I was sitting.

“Back up toward me and lift your hips up.”

This was the tone I imagined he took when he worked at the clubs—demanding and low. I quickly did as he asked and could immediately tell where this was going.

My lips now face-to-face with his veiny cock.

Without another word, I parted my lips and opened my mouth wide for him. I was upside down, but I leaned down and put my entire mouth on him. I gently grazed my teeth against him as I opened the back of my throat and took him deep into my mouth.

“Amore mia.” An animalistic growl escaped from his lips.

As I used one hand to pump him up and down, I lowered my mouth deeper onto him. Suddenly, there was a warm feeling in my core as his tongue started to languidly play with my folds.

I felt myself melt into him as I sucked him deeper and deeper. A desperate moan slipped out as I took him into the back of my throat and sucked him further. He matched my pace by furiously using his tongue and mouth to suck, flick, and fuck me. I could feel my thighs shake as he held on to them. I started to subconsciously buck my hips against him so that I could get his mouth deeper into me.

“I am going to come if you keep fucking doing that,” he groaned. I looked back at him as his cock bobbed and his precum dripped from the sides of my mouth.

In a hushed yet salacious whisper, I whimpered, “Fill me up, Daddy.”

I leaned back down and dropped my mouth back on him. This time, there was an urgency to both of us as we could feel our orgasms almost there. Then, in a sudden moment, as if we were somehow in sync with each other, I exploded all over his mouth and his cock jerked beneath my tongue. My legs went slack as I jerked against Elio’s face.

I paused briefly when I realized that I had a mouthful of cum, and instinctually, I swallowed it down my throat before I moved off him and laid against his hips.

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