Yes Daddy

PART IV / CH. 04 - SUFFOCATED

How could I say no? There wasn't a moment to think about it. I wanted to do whatever he asked. He didn't even have to ask. My face was already pushed between his cheeks and my tongue was already licking, sucking and kissing. I didn't know what I was doing but I couldn't deny I was up for the task as his ass pressed against my face.

"Get in there. Taste my sweaty hole."

It was such a bold claim but one I couldn't object to. I was in there, whether I was asked or not. Engulfed by his man scent and the taste of him. I could admit I wanted more. I wanted to taste more. I continued letting his ass press against my face, allowing me the taste of his ass, his crack, his hole. His masculinity stronger than ever as he grunted and moaned and demanded more from me.

I lost myself in his cheeks bouncing against my face as his hands pushed me into his ass. I was back to thinking how not too much time had passed since our initial eye contact and now we were here. I had given into wherever this spark between us was going.

"Get over here, slut,"

I couldn't believe the words but there was no issue with it. I was his slut. I wanted that. The way he demanded me, I wanted to complete the task. I barely moved before his hands grabbed me to move me faster. He grabbed hold of me, pulling me up as he held me up to his face. His eyes intense, lustful, arrogant, strong... manly. I watched his mouth part before spit came flying in my face. It caught me off guard but there was no time to react as Jason was already licking my face before his lips pressed against mine, forcefully, taking over mine as we kissed.

I moaned at the feeling, yearning for more.

"Yeah, you like that."

I didn't get a chance to respond even though he didn't ask a question. He was already pushing me into his room and guiding me until he pushed me on the bed.

"No, put your face right here." he stated as I got on the bed; directing me to lay across the bed with my head off the edge of the bed. I did what he asked, moving quickly and anticipating his next move.

He moved me so my head hung off the bed and proceeded to slap his dick on my face.

"Yes," I moaned. My body moving, yearning for him. I needed to please him and now that we were here my mouth opened up, ready for him to slide inside of my throat.

"Look how you want this dick, how bad do you want it?" he said, slapping my face as he spit on me, then he was back to slapping his dick on my face.

"I want it so bad. I need it." I admitted.

It was enough for him to start grinding into my face, suffocating me was his weight, leaving me no room but to inhale him. My mouth opened, anticipating as his movements teased my lips as his dick slid across without going in fully. I inhaled more of him, his scent and found myself have to choose between him pressed against my face and taking his dick into my mouth.

Luckily, he chose for me, filling my mouth with his dick and all of his length and weight. I needed it. From this angle he entered my mouth with ease, hitting the back of my throat as he began thrusting into me like the ferocious beast that I knew he was. He held no regard for my breathing or gagging or anything. He knew all I needed was his dick and I could handle him.

The only sound I could make was short moans as he fucked my throat and continued telling me how good I was doing. He was rough but its what I wanted as he let me know I was his slut, his bitch, his... and I was going to please him. I was going to what he said.

I nodded in agreement.

Jason finally let me come up for air as he lightly tapped my face. Drenched from sucking on him, wet from his juices, wet from his spit. He moved me into the next position as he climbed on the bed. His muscular frame hovering over me.

Take me.

He climbed over me, lifting my legs up as he dove down, his face to mine; his lips pressed against mine, kissing me too passionately, almost rough but tender. I couldn't get enough. All of the feelings he was sending me through gave me no time to react to him positioning my hole for him to enter. I was engulfed in pleasure. He was sliding in me as he kissed me, letting his tongue move around inside of my mouth, I couldn't even let out the moans I desperately needed to. I was almost silent; in awe of his performance. He went slow, pushing in and pulling out, allowing me to take in the feel of him but that lasted a second before he was ferociously pounding away, hitting the deepest parts of my insides. His hand covered my mouth as he stopped me from moaning and yelling. My body moved to his rhythm, wanting more than all that he was already giving me.

"Fuck you feel good,"

"Damn, let me stretch you open,"

"This is my hole,"

His words continued. I nodded, agreeing again. Nothing he could say would allow me to disagree. All I could do was yell out in my mind. "Yess. Fuck me,"

His hand wrapped around my neck, which again kept me from moaning out but made me fall deeper into the passion and pleasure he was giving me. He knew I could handle him. He could get as disrespectful as he wanted, as he pounded me, as he choked me, as he gripped me. He must could tell I was loving every minute of it.

He pounded faster and faster, and I got lost in him. I was just a hole but I was his hole, his pleasure. He tended to me with everything as if he knew just what I wanted -- well, needed. He wrapped me up in his embrace as he leaned into me, his entire body on top of me, as my legs were still bent in position for him to fuck me. I loved the feeling of his body covering me, along with the way he disarmed me and overpowered me. I let my self feel his muscles as he continued to go deep inside of me. My moans became soft, as if he had taught me not to yell loudly. Was I starting to be aware of what he wanted?

His grip continued. His fucking me continued. His face was pressed into my neck area as he kissed, and licked and sucked on me. There was so much pleasure. I couldn't take it. I could feel him fucking the cum out of me. I could feel it building. I was going to cum.

"I'm going to cum,"

"Yes, cum for me."

Fuck. He was fucking me so good.

The fact that I said those words, I could tell that he was close to. His pounding felt intensified and before I knew it, I had exploded in the space between our bodies. It was just as I was feeling him filling my insides as his thrusting became spaced out.

"Yes, cum in me."

I said the words out loud, even though he was already doing so. I was engulfed in his pleasure, accepting of all that he wanted and all that he was giving to me.

He left no room for me to move as he relaxed holding me as we were. He stayed inside of me.

"Good boy,"

I felt his breathing. I felt the intense heart beating, the attempt at catching our breath. There was no need to move. I was where I wanted to be, him pinning me down; opened to him but because of him. I didn't mind at all this feeling. Silence took over and I could barely tell how time moved. I had become satisfied under his hold on me.

The days would pass by. I had returned to the normal routine I was used to before my eyes landed on his. How could thing go back to normal? How could I continue when the moments barely left my mind. I could feel myself back at his place, feeling his hands gripping me against him as he thrusted away, rough and passionately. When he was deep inside of me, I desired more. I could still feel it. My body longing to feel it again.

It remained in my mind for some time that I lost track of how much time had passed since those nights--was it a week? Two? I wasn't even sure anymore. Each day left me disconnected from the reality of work, errands, nights without him. All I knew was that something had changed in me with that encounter. Jason's absence had an immediate effect on me. I missed him. I missed his manly presence. I missed how he handled me. I missed it -- his dick, in my throat, deep in my ass, like he was made for me. There wasn't another who could follow up that treatment. That's all I could tell myself.

I thought about him at every moment. Small things would remind me of him. While I was staring at my computer screen, attempting to focus on the workday, I managed to scroll on social media only to stumble on something that took me back to moments with him. Even grabbing a coffee, I thought about waking up to him. Trading the morning coffee for a morning fuck.

Nights were the worst. It seemed cold not having his muscular figure surrounding me. I missed the feeling of his weight on top of me. I tried to sleep but all I was wondering was when he would reach out to me. I wished I didn't leave with just him getting my number, but it was the worst thing not being able to reach out and say anything. I knew I needed more of him and the thought stuck with me. If I had the chance, what would I even say? Would it sound desperate? Too casual? Too... something? Were we more than the encounter we had?

As much as I needed a break from the pounding I went through, my body ached for the way he made me feel. That passionate, lustful rush like I'd been standing on the edge of something terrifying and beautiful all at once. I could feel his hands around my neck, squeezing tight but gently enough that I could take in the new feeling of him choking me while he hit all the right spots. I wanted to moan in those moments but his overpowering me, didn't let me. Being without him and in my own bed, I could.

"Yes, fuck me, deeper, just like that..." I would find myself whispering out loud, as if he was in the room with me, fucking me like I wanted him to be.

I was his.

There was no reason he shouldn't have been using me in this very moment. The way he'd say my name, soft and deliberate, like he was savoring it. The way he'd looked at me, his eyes so full of something I couldn't quite name. The way he'd lingered, like he knew the control he had over me and he enjoyed that I enjoyed him controlling me.

I hated being away from him even though I was just with him. I hated how quickly I become so needy for him. It was too fast how I missed him. It was absurd, really. I barely knew him but the way he fucked me; it was like we knew each other. We connected on a level that transcended one night. It was more than us being strangers. Something had pulled us together. I wondered what could be going through his mind during these moments.

"How's daddy's good boy?" the first words from his message to me. My excitement went through the roof. Excited that he was thinking of me, excited that I was his good boy. "Need you riding daddy's cock,"

The message was then followed by a picture that immediately sent waves of lust through me. His massive cock, hard, meaty and waiting to be devoured. The way his body looked in the background, left me mesmerized. I had to return the favor and send him a video of mine. I posed in front of the camera on my bed, face down, ass up and moved as if he was fucking me.

"Need it inside of me right now,"

"Damn boy, that hole is winking at me,"

He followed up with a video, stroking his dick. "Look how hard you have me; you should be on your knees for daddy. Taking this dick in your throat."

My throat ached for it. I wanted that.

"Get over here, now."

"Yes sir,"

I couldn't help myself but to get out of bed and get ready for him to use me. Just like I needed. It didn't matter how late it was, there was a need for me to have him and I needed it filled. I replayed the video of him stroking his dick. Both my throat and hole anticipating it more than I've anticipated anything.

It was interesting that I didn't even take a second to think it over. We barely knew each other but it felt like we knew each other longer. I could also admit, he had a hold on me. This was the beginning of my addition.

The train ride over seemed longer than it was. I had wished I could've been with him in an instant, but things didn't work that way. The night air carried me from the train station as I traced my steps back in the direction of our first moments. I was eager for what was in store. I could feel the nerves overtake me. What was he doing? How did he feel?

"I'm downstairs,"

"I'll ring you in. The door will be open. Daddy's waiting,"