Page 77 of Undone, Love Times Three

Holy shit. My pussy clenches, my core wanting to be filled. I’d always thought that would sound so cliched and scoffed at women who go on about daddy kink. Not that this is daddy kink. But being called a good girl, by a man who looks like this, while he’s jacking off his impressive cock, staring at me and telling me he is going to pleasure me?

Yes please.

I sit on my hands. His smirk is filthy, and it does all kinds of things to me. When he steps closer, he taps my chin. All I can smell is the musky scent of him, the sandalwood and cloves of his aftershave.

He reaches behind him and picks up his tie, running the length through his hands before stretching and pulling it tight between his hands. Watching, mesmerized, he steps forward and moves the tie towards my face. His brow lifts in question.

For a moment, I contemplate being bound and blindfolded, even though I can move my hands if I need to. It sends a thrill through me. Nodding, I tilt up my chin. He takes a moment to put the tie around my face, covering my eyes. He leans in close so he can tie it behind my head, careful not to catch my hair.

It’s an odd dichotomy, how he is being dominating but also tender. The anticipation is building with every uneven breath I take.

Straightening my back, I wait for him to make the next move. He is standing in silence. In my mind’s eye I can see him running his eyes over me, watching me at his mercy. When his fingers tap my chin, I jump at the contact. A low, throaty laugh escapes him.

“Open,” he says.

My lips part slowly, then I open my mouth. He takes another step closer, his thigh touches my knee, and he nudges, forcing me to spread my legs to allow him to step up close.

He rests the head of his cock on my tongue. I close my lips, but he holds my chin in his hand, keeping me still.

“Lick.”

I’m not sure what he is planning but do as he asks, tasting the pre-cum at the head of his cock. I lick him, again, trailing my tongue under the head, feeling the vein at the bottom of his cock. He groans and one hand traces my hairline at the temple. He hasn’t told me to stop, so I keep running my tongue over him, getting off on the sounds he’s making.

Suddenly, he takes hold of my jaw. I stop what I’m doing but he leaves his cock inside my mouth. I flatten my tongue, resting it there and lightly close my lips, letting him feel my teeth. He hisses and his hips move, but he refrains from thrusting.

The silence lengthens, saliva is pooling in my mouth, running over my lips and down his length. He sighs and then speaks.

“Tap my thigh if you want me to stop,” he says in a rough voice. I nod once, for now keeping my hands beneath my thighs. He moves his hips and pushes his cock further inside my mouth. He tilts my head slightly, so that my throat opens up and he presses in further.

It’s hard to breathe, my mouth so full of him and I inhale quickly through my nose. Not wanting him to stop. My gut instinct is to pull back, but he caresses my jaw, his thumb feathering over my cheekbone. Not knowing what he is going to do next is exhilarating. Not being able to see him or touch him is only heightening my arousal. The bed sheets are going to be soaked.

Breathing through my nose, I close my eyes as he pushes in further, his cock sliding down my throat. He doesn’t hold it there, sliding back out. Then he pushes back in, still slow, holding only long enough for me to gag, then pulling back again.

“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck,” he groans, his hand moving to the back of my head. He doesn’t pull on it, or force me to do anything, just cups it. He pushes in again, tilting my head back a little furtherto take more of him. The bead of his piercing touches my nose and my eyes water.

When I swallow with him inside my throat, he groans and his cock pulses. He moves back, sliding it out, but not all the way. Just enough that I can breathe. He does it again and again, never pushing in too far or moving fast. The slow, rhythmic slide in and out is different to anything I’ve ever done before.

He groans and curses, then praises me for being good, doing what he’s asked.

His heavy breaths and whispered curses make me want to do this for as long as he wants, even as my throat aches. The idea of being at his mercy has my pulse spiking. Yet somehow, I feel like I’m the one in control. I’m the one making his chest rumble in pleasure.

He presses in again and leans over me, running his thumb over my throat, feeling how full it is with his cock.

“Did you know you could deep throat so well baby girl?”

My mouth is too full to answer.

“If your pussy takes my cock as well as your throat does,” he grunts as I close my lips over the base of his cock, squeezing and swallowing around it. I’m fighting off gagging and my eyes are burning but hearing how he almost falls apart makes a surge of wetness spread between my thighs.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, but pulls back.

My lips slam shut, and I swallow the saliva in my mouth, feeling some dribble over my lips. His fingers brush it away and run over my chin, smearing it down my throat. My throat aches and my lips feel numb, but it was worth it.

I’m ready to offer to suck him off properly but he grabs me and pulls me to my feet, his mouth locking on mine. He pulls me so close we’re practically fused together. His hands smooth over my ass cheeks and he grinds against me, his wet cock caught between our bodies.

“Get on the bed,” he murmurs into my mouth. “On your knees, face the wall.”

Scrambling to do as he says, I reach out to feel the bed.

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