My hand shook as it tugged at the silver knob. As the door creaked open my jaw nearly dropped at the scene before me. There he sat in a sturdy bronze painted chair, legs spread wide apart, hands on the open knees of his ripped black skinny jeans. "Hello, doll", he purred. His floral short sleeved button up shirt hugged his arms and shoulders tightly, veins still popping from the workout he performed onstage. The shirt plunged downward, completely open revealing this beautifully tanned chest, and perfect v-line of hair tempting my eyes downward from his bellybutton. He caught me staring eagerly at his chiseled body, and smirked. "Like what you see, baby?" I nearly choked on the air I breathed in as I realized I was caught. My cheeks burned crimson and I stuttered "yes- I mean, of course. Sorry." My head spun as his smile danced in my eyes. "Come sit, precious." His long index finger motioning me forwards. my body followed as if being pulled in by a rope. He took my left hand and pulled me towards his body, guiding me softly to my knees between his legs. "Did you enjoy the show, love?" He asked provocatively. "I did, yes. You were incredible." I managed to get out. "You looked so amazing down there in the crowd, I couldn't keep my eyes off you all night. Now, I don't think I'll be able to keep my lips off you for the rest of it." His words came so easily, and knocked me down just as hard. I could feel my body tense up at his seductive words, beginning to tie the knot in my stomach. "Daddy's tired from running around all night, darling. Do you think you could take care of something for me?" "Anything," I breathed out, almost begging. "That's a good girl," he cooed. "You have no idea what that pretty little face is doing to me right now. How about you see for yourself." His eyes motioned downwards towards the silver button on his jeans. My eyes followed, my teeth absentmindedly chewing my bottom lip in anticipation. His strong hands unbuttoned the jeans and soon his entire bottom attire lay on the floor beside us. His erection sprung upwards, a beast no longer tamed by the unbelievably tight jeans. He was longer than I imagined, the soft, pink tip fully engorged and glistening with a single drop of precum. His size almost warranted a hint of fright, but the ache in my stomach replaced my fear with need. "You can touch it baby," he said softly. I did as I was told and delicately placed my palms around his shaft, letting my fingertips roam up and down the soft skin. He breathed a sign of pleasure. I leaned my face down and slowly pressed my lips to the head of his throbbing cock, tasting the precum on the tip of my tongue. He was sweet, delicate. I wrapped my lips fully around his tip and looked up to meet his eyes. He let out a groan and his head craned back in ecstasy. Slowly I pulled him into my mouth, til his tip was stretching the back of my throat. Gentle praises fell from his lips as I bobbed my head slowly up and down along his cock. Using my tongue to stroke the underside while I pushed him deeper with my lips, his nails rested firmly against my shoulder, daring to rake across my skin at any moment, my eyes met his again, with the same fervor as when we locked eyes during his show. I was undeniably under his spell, willing to please him til the end of time. To be his little toy, to fill whenever he needed, to fuck however he liked. He must've sensed my longing to be used by him, because his hands found their way up to my cheeks and head and began slamming me down harder onto his cock, bruising the back of my throat, choking me with every thrust. I did my best to match his pace as he fucked my soft throat. I felt his thrusts grow sloppy and met his golden brown eyes once again. "Swallow me." He commanded. I nodded carefully, never losing my grip on his member. Soon he let out a deep moan and slammed his hips against my face one last time as ropes of his cum coated the inside of my mouth, gagging me and shooting down my throat. When he came down from his high, he slowly popped out of my mouth with an exhausted sigh. I sat obediently. His strong hand gently lifted my chin to meet his gaze. I opened my mouth for him to see the pool of cum collected still on my tongue. I swallowed the last of him down and relished in the taste, licking my lips clean and smiling up at him. "Thank you, daddy," I said innocently. He replied with a chuckle and took my hands in his, lifting me up to my feet. He looked at me thoughtfully, with something stirring behind his eyes. When he spoke, my face broke into a grin. "What's your name, beautiful? You're coming home with me." "Presley," I said back.
