Daddy's Favorite (ManxBoy)

Chapter Seven

He rested his palms against the counter and leaned back looking at me hungrily. "If you keep looking at me like that, bending you over the counter behind you is going to become more of a reality than a thought in my head."

"What if I told you that that's exactly what I wanted you to do?" Admittedly, I was poking the bear. But for once, I was feeling like a pot of honey and I wanted him to indulge.

"Then I would need you to be pretty damn sure in the next five seconds."

I was being way more bold than usual. I stepped away from my spot against the counter to saunter up to him. I imagined I was dancing on a stage and I slowly walked towards him, swinging my hips in a way that I knew would set him off. He didn't move, but instead followed me with his eyes, so I decided to keep my performance going.

When I reached him, I spun around and placed my hands on top of his and dragged my ass across and then down his denim covered cock. Even with both layers of jeans between us, he still hissed, pushing his pelvis towards my ass. He was hard as a rock and the sense of satisfaction filled my entire body as I dropped to my knees. I spun around and I moved my hands instead to his thighs. They were strong and thick and gahhh.

I looked up at him through my lashes. "May I?"

Damn, I could be really good at being bad when I wanted to.

He stared at me for a few seconds before speaking. "You are fucking amazing."

I smiled gently. "I'll take that as a yes."

"You can take that as a hell-fucking-yes." I didn't waste anytime unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down. Once I saw him pressing through his boxers, I grew nervous and my mouth almost went dry. I didn't remember him being this big. I knew he was big, but damn! I took this in my ass? Up close and personal, it looked like a challenge I might not be able to conquer. I was already starting regret this.

"Do you want some help?" I didn't want to look up and see the disappointment in his face, so I just shook my head. I could do this. Men and women did this all the time. I was fine.

I was face to face with his cock. The more I sat there, the more I felt the growing emptiness that was occurring in my lower half. The need to be filled was becoming extremely prominent. He opened his legs slightly, inviting me to do whatever I wished.

I grabbed him firmly, stroking him one time from root to tip. Everything that I was about to do came from hours of studying porn. I had never done anything like this on my own. What if he didn't like it? What if I sucked and not in the good way? These thoughts were running through my mind, but they disappeared when I felt his hand caress my cheek. "You look beautiful."

I looked up and the look on his face, gave me a surge of confidence because he looked so genuine about the words that had come out of his mouth.

I ran my tongue from the base of his cock, up his shaft and over, feeling the velvety smooth skin on my tongue. I closed my lips the tip of him and slid my mouth down in one long stroke, making sure my tongue glided down as well. The sound of a man groaning will never grow old to me. The more I got into it, the more I realized this was like a dance. There were different moves that needed to come together harmoniously in order to create something really special.

My hands were exploring his balls and gently cupping them. They were nice and full. I'd never taken the time to appreciate a man's balls, but I knew I would be coming back to them. I took another grip on the base of his length and focused my mouth on the tip of his cock, earning a series of groans from him. I would have to remember that he really enjoyed this combination. I could feel his cock throb in my hand against my palm. I dared to look up and my own cock throbbed against my jeans at the sight of him in the throes of passion.