Page 54 of Reaching Roland

Roland's eyes widened, and he gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Is that so?” he asked huskily.

“It is.” Clasping my hands together under my chin, I said, “Please. You can keep your eyes open, and if you see anyone, I'll stop.”

He licked his lips, and I saw his resistance crumbling.Yes. He would be mine.

“What’re you doing to me?” He brought his full body all the way into the car and shut the door.

“I’ll be sucking you like my new favorite lollipop in a minute.” I winked, then dove for the fastening of his pants.

“You’re so good for me, shortcake.” I felt the feather-light brush of fingers through my hair.

“I haven’t done anything yet.” I’d suddenly become fumble fingers, and it was pissing me off.

“You’ve done more than you think.” His seriousness gave me pause, and I nuzzled my head on his thigh with affection. It didn’t stop me from reaching inside his pants now that I finally had them open, though. I was greedy for his taste, to have his essence on my tongue. Pushing my hand into his boxers, I stroked up his hardening shaft and danced my fingers over the head of his cock.

His low groan gave me the permission I needed. “Keep watch, Daddy,” I teased. Letting one leg fall to the floorboard, I tugged at the top of his pants, pulling them down just enough to release his dick from its confines. It sprang out, long and thick, and oh so happy to see me. I stared with awe. This was Roland’s penis. The last man who’d I ever expected to be in this situation with. A man who I’d been in denial about how deeply I craved him, and now he was all mine.

“Are you ogling me?” I heard the amusement in his voice.

Peeking up from below my eyelashes, I found his gaze resting on me, full of warmth and a drop of humor. “It’s beautiful.”

“I bet it tastes even better,” he teased.

“I should verify that for you,” I shot back. Lowering my head, I flicked my tongue over one juicy pearl of precum. “I wonder how many licks it takes to get to the good stuff.”

Roland barked out a laugh, and I grinned, pleased with myself. One of my life goals had been for him to have more fun. I enjoyed hearing his laughter. I licked from root to tip, and he gasped. I wondered what other noises I could draw from him, so I did again, grabbing the base of his penis and giving it a squeeze as I gave special attention to the tip. Roland’s harsh breaths filled the air as I treated him like my personal lollipop. Sucking him in, then lapping at him while squeezing his balls. I simply played with him. I wasn’t rushing for a finish line, just enjoying him. The smell of his manly musk, the feel of his large hand stroking through my hair as he murmured, “There you go, shortcake. Such a sweet boy.”

I chanced another glance, curious as to whether he was really on alert for passing lookie-loos, but he was as focused on me as I was on him. I sucked him in again, getting lost in how he stretched my mouth, filled it. I wanted to lay my head against his stomach and hold him in my mouth, savoring this—savoring him.

My stomach growled, and Roland chuckled horsley, causing me to look up again and find his eyes squeezed shut. “You might want to hurry that up there, shortcake. I need to feed you.”

I popped off. “I’ll let you feed me alright, Daddy.” Then I sucked him back in and bobbed on him with fervor, hungrily working him, wanting his semen to coat my mouth, to gag on it as it shot down my throat. I was so hard, it was painful, but I didn’t want to come. I wanted this to be all about him, his pleasure. I wanted him to keep his promise and reward my mouth with his dick to enjoy when I took care of myself.

“Fuck.” Roland’s hand tightened in my air. He didn’t push his hips or help at all. My reward, my show. He gave it to me so freely and willingly, I wondered if we weren’t in a car in a deserted parking or if my stomach hadn’t growled, if he’d let me put his cock in my mouth and just warm it. Savor it the same way I did a Blow Pop or Dum Dum. “Shortcake,” he begged, and I realized I’d gotten distracted with my wandering thoughts, so I doubled my efforts.

Roland’s breathing became more erratic, and he twisted his hips toward me. My glorious prize was on its way, and I was here for it. He jerked, grunting out my name, spilling cum into my mouth. I eased up as he slumped back into the seat, tickling his cock with my tongue as I cleaned him up.

“You really are like a baby kitten,” he said, stroking a finger down my face. He sounded sleepy and content. I trilled my tongue, purring. “You are too much, shortcake. Give me a minute, and I’ll… uh.”

Feeling smug as fuck at getting my way, I snickered. “I’m assuming you’ve never given a blow job.” I patted his thigh. “Don’t worry. You won’t be giving your first one in the backseat of my car, either.”

“I’ve done a lot of things, but I can’t say that ever made the list since I’ve never been with anyone with the right parts.”

Settling on the seat next to him, I lay my head on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you all kinds of things, Daddy. If you’re interested, I’ll give you my ass, and showing you your prostate would be fun.”

He kissed the top of my head. “Shortcake, honey, I hate to burst your bubble, but ass play was one hundred percent a part of my sex life with Rhonda.”

“What?” I asked, sitting up and gaping at him.

He smirked. “We were together since we were kids and got married young. There wasn’t a whole lot we weren’t willing to try at least once.”

I had questions. All the questions. But it felt weird to talk about his wife while I could still taste his cum in my mouth. I wasn’t jealous of her, but I didn’t want to dwell on her, either. Not in a sexy time headspace. My stomach growled again.

Roland reached over and squeezed my penis. “I’m torn between wanting to jerk you off and return the pleasure you gave to me and wanting to feed the gremlin in your belly.”

I snorted. “Feed the belly, please, Daddy.”

“That’s not fair to you.”

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