Chapter Nine: D-lectable
Dylan stared, his pants off, his back at rest against the wall of Daisy's SUV while his cock hid one of her eyes from view. "Is this really what you want for lunch, Daisy?"
Daisy laughed around his testicles while staring up at him past his shaft. She stroked him, and he could see the glee in her eyes that matched her enthusiasm. She wasn't sure how other women in his life had reacted to his endowments, but Daisy couldn't resist nuzzling him and slobbering on him every time she saw him. Today, she did it half-naked, with her blouse off but her pants on. Licking him, she purred, "It's full of protein, at least."
She was the one who had called him asking to have a light lunch. Rather than eating, however, she only wanted to feed on his enormous dick. She had made this argument already when removing him from his pants, and Dylan still didn't have the will to argue with her. When the short, stacked MILF stripped her top and took to stroking him, he went silent. Shortly after that, she started nursing his balls.
This kind of thing came naturally to Daisy, who had always considered herself something of a slut. She took no shame in the title, viewing it only as an accurate representation of who and what she was. Still, she had never been with a man like Dylan before, and slaving over his cock, she couldn't help but feel both obedience and also devotion. With a dick and balls as big as his, Dylan could send her to work soaked in his cum, and she would go with a smile. In fact, she wanted to ask him to do just that someday, because the idea of smelling like him at the office turned her on.
Burying her face back into his pubic hair, Daisy sucked one of his extra-large testicles into her mouth. This close up, Dylan seemed impossible, too large to exist and far too large to bring her pleasure. Holding him, however, she had all the proof she needed and found herself grateful for his improbably dimensions. The real world was hardly worth living in sometimes, and she had been disappointed with William's baby dick for too long. Comparing the two, Daisy felt like Dylan was truly a blessing or perhaps a reward for a hard life endured.
Watching her, Dylan reached forward and cupped her head. He held her to his balls as she nursed him dutifully. Behavior like this had done a lot to bolster his confidence. When Summer had turned him down, and when Caleb had attacked him, Dylan had felt small. Now, with a buxom blonde MILF slobbering on his balls while she stroked him, Dylan felt anything but small.
Daisy felt his confidence shifting, too. The initial face-fucking had been born of vengeance and shame. This, while still domineering, was eager, even proud, and it was mutually shared between them. Each orgasm he gave her was assurance to them both. As his confidence swelled, Daisy noted, so did his vanity and arrogance, but she didn't blame him. If anything, it only made her like him more. Honestly, it was just a relief to be with a man who had something to be arrogant about.
She moaned around him as the pleasure of his rich flavor mingled with his powerful scent. Staring up into his eyes, she smiled, and she felt like the slut she always was. More than that, she felt possessed by him, like she truly was his woman, and she enjoyed that. Dylan felt it, too, and she could see it in his eyes. This time spent together was sacred to them, now, and for them both it felt more real than the lives they lived around it.
Leaning forward, Dylan swatted Daisy across the ass as she nursed him. Her fat bottom rippled from the force of his blow, and Daisy moaned around him while he smiled. He repeated the behavior three times more, leaving two slaps across both cheeks as he laughed. "Damn, Daisy, you really are fucking thicc. No wonder Summer is built like she was. She got it from you."
Daisy responded with a moan as she licked and stroked him with open hunger.
Dylan laughed. "And you love my dick, don't you?"
Another moan, and she stared him in the eyes and nodded.
"Fuck," Dylan groaned, and he moved his hands to cup her heavy breasts. He teased her nipples as he held her and felt her moaning quietly through his dick. "I've fucked your pussy, your throat, your lips, and your hands, and even now, you get me harder than steel." He thrust up into her mouth to choke her and felt her glide smoothly along him. "God damn, Daisy, where'd you learn to suck like this?"
Daisy smiled and freed herself from his dick. Sitting up, she pursed her lips and spit down his shaft, gathering her sticky saliva with her hands and using it to stroke him. Her fingers moved with a squish now, and she licked her lips clean before giving him the smile again. "Oh, I've had plenty of experience in the past," Daisy said, and she met his eyes and nearly laughed. He was gushing precum, which she added to her saliva to really make him wet. "Mm. Though, I've never been with a man quite as big as you before."
Dylan squeezed her breasts roughly, almost like a punishment, and when she met his gaze again, he growled, "You telling me you used to be some kind of slut?"
Daisy gave a noncommittal shrug. "Are you jealous, Dylan?"
He frowned. "Just answer the question."
