“Maybe I have,” I confess, “maybe I haven’t.”
“You’re a little brat, aren’t you?” he breathes out, tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking on it. I throw my head back, but my eyes never leave his.
“I am… But what’s daddy going to do about it? Punish me?” I tease him, tightening my grip on his cock. There’s a vicious flicker of hunger in his eyes, and then he lets go of me and takes one step back.
“I’m not going to punish you … But my cock will,” he tells me, his words making my heart beat so fast inside my chest that I feel lightheaded for a second. “On your knees,” he says, his tone of voice so commanding that my reaction is a simple one; I do what he tells me, lowering myself until my knees are on the floor.
“Let’s see what you can do,” he says, unbuckling his belt. Before he can take care of his zipper, I reach for him and do it myself, his cock straining against his boxer briefs as the zipper goes down.
“You’ll be surprised with what I can do,” I say, running my index finger up his shaft, measuring it. When I get to the tip of his cock, I place all my fingers on the smooth fabric of his boxers and, hooking them there, I tug both his pants and underwear down. I push his clothing down to his ankles and he does the rest, kicking off his shoes and stepping o
ut of his pants.
“You know how to talk, but I want to see you do,” he tells me, his gigantic cock casting its shadow over my face. Drake unbuttons his shirt as my eyes roam up and down the length of his cock, but the moment he pushes the shirt down his arms, I realize there’s more to look at than just his cock.
Even though he has ten years on me, Drake’s body looks better than guys my age. In fact, he looks like the kind of guy who bench presses the world for breakfast. Still, there’s not a trace of that metrosexual vibe on him. There’s a rugged quality to the way his muscles are defined, as if he got his impressive eight-pack from swinging an axe instead of doing crunches at the gym. My God, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to lick a man’s abs as much as I do now.
I reach for his cock slowly, and I realize that my fingers are trembling. I take a deep breath and, once my hand is steady enough, I curl my fingers around the thickness of his shaft. It feels heavy and powerful against my hand, and I can’t help but start to stroke him. Flicking my wrist, I move my hand up and down his length, my rhythm picking up with every coming and going motion.
“I can’t wait to see how tight your mouth feels when wrapped around my cock,” Drake says, brushing his thumb against my lips. Allowing his hand to fall down from my face, he bends over slightly and cups my right breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. My skin prickles as I feel the pressure of his fingers, and that only makes me stroke him faster.
Before I even realize what I’m doing, I lean in and, parting my lips, reach for the tip of his cock with my tongue. I close my eyes the moment I touch him, the flavor of raw manliness flooding me at once. Twirling my tongue around the tip of his cock, I keep on teasing him until I can no longer stand it; I lean further in and, opening my mouth as wide as I can, I wrap my lips around his cock.
He’s so thick that his cock presses down on my tongue while pushing back against the inside of my cheeks. It’s almost a miracle that I managed to slide his cock inside my mouth. Moving slowly, I start pushing my mouth down his cock, my lips rolling over his length inch by slow inch. I only stop when I feel the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Drake groans, resting both his hand on the top of my head. Grabbing my hair, he moves his hips and slides his cock out of my mouth, stopping when only its tip is inside of me.
Moving fast, I go back down again, but this time I don’t stop; I keep on moving my mouth back and forth, sucking his cock with the eagerness of someone who has never experienced a cock as big as Drake’s. I grab his shaft with one hand then, stroking and sucking with one simple but effective pendulum motion.
Using my free hand, I cup both his balls and roll them over my fingers. My heart tightens as I feel their weight, and the gears inside my mind start turning fast as I imagine the ungodly amount of cum Drake’s going to shoot once he’s done.
“I guess you were right…” Drake breathes out, his voice heavy with pleasure. “You really know what you’re doing.”
“Anything for daddy,” I whisper, looking up at him as his cock pops out of my mouth. I keep on stroking as I look into his eyes, a smile dawning on my lips. Without even blinking, I use the hand I had on his balls to reach for my worktable, which is just by my side. I feel around with my fingertips, but it only takes a few seconds for me to find what I’m looking for.
I grab one tiny silver bullet, closing my hand around it, and then take it straight to between my thighs. Under Drake’s curious gaze, I slide my hand under the hemline of my dress and, flicking my thong to the side, push the sleek bullet past my pussy lips and sigh loudly as I feel it go in. It turns on right away, vibrating in such a way that I can’t stop myself from moaning.
This is one of my new prototypes, and it’s all about ‘plug and play’. You just slide it in and its sensors detect your pulse, how wet you are and a few other things. From there, this bullet vibrator just does its thing, leading the way to a hands-off orgasm.
Grinning, I turn my focus back to Drake’s cock; I dive into it as fast as I can, opening my mouth wide and rolling my lips down his shaft. I push myself further down this time, not stopping when I feel his cock against the back of my throat. This time I go all the way, pushing my mouth down until my lips are brushing against the skin at the base of his cock.
He groans, the pressure of his fingers on my head intensifying, and that's when I slide his cock out of my mouth. The bullet inside my pussy detects the frantic movement of my body, and it starts vibrating harder and harder as I bob my head back and forth. God bless my career choice, it’s really paying its dividends now.
“Your mouth’s so tight,” Drake says, yanking on my hair so harshly that I have no other option but to stop moving. Holding my head in place, he starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. “I can’t wait to feel how tight your pussy is,” he continues, grinning as he begins to piston into me faster, fucking my mouth as if he were doing it to my pussy.
I close my eyes as the bullet starts doing its job more eagerly now, vibrating and pulsing more violently as Drake picks up the pace. Ripples of pleasure make their way up my spine and, by the time they reach my brain, they turn into tall waves of ecstasy.
Taking one hand under my dress and between my thighs, I press two fingers on my clit, ready to start touching myself. I don’t have the time to do it; the moment I press down on my clit, the bullet vibrates so intensely that an orgasm explodes inside of me before I have the time to do anything else. I throw my head back, fighting against Drake’s hold on me, and his cock pops out of my mouth with a wet sound.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, my eyes closed as a burning sensation floods every inch of my body. I grit my teeth as the bullet convulses inside of me, unleashing hell.
“Now that’s one hell of a toy,” I hear Drake say, but I’m so lost in the sensations flooding my brain that I can barely comprehend what he’s saying. I open my eyes and take a deep breath as the last waves of pleasure wash over me; reaching for the bullet, I pull it out easily and then just throw it on top of the table, my fluids coating it.
“C’mere,” Drake whispers, offering me his hand. I grab it, allowing him to pull me up to my feet, and then he just crushes his mouth against mine. We kiss in abandonment, and I’m so wet right now that wearing underwear is simply uncomfortable.
“I want you to fuck me hard, daddy,” I tell Drake, pulling back from his kiss and looking into his eyes. His only reply is a grin, and then he takes both his hands to my shoulders and pushes the straps of my dress down my arms. The front of my dress droops over my chest, baring the outer edge of my bra.
The moment Drake’s eyes wander to the curve of my breasts, it’s as if he goes mad: he tugs on my dress almost too violently, sending it flying down to my ankles. I step out of the bunched up fabric, and then he’s on me: he grabs me by the waist and, forcing me to turn around, pins me against the wall once more.