Page 61 of Savage
Elio folded his hands together as he stared at me. “Come here, Clavin.”
My heart beat erratically the closer I moved toward him. Elio pointed to the spot next to his chair, and I audibly swallowed. I knew what he wanted the moment I rounded his desk. I dropped down to my knees and looked up at my daddy.
“Didn’t I tell you to eat?”
My tongue felt heavy in my mouth as I tried to talk. I gave up when the words refused to come. Nodding, a sense of disappointment settled over me. I hadn’t listened, and it was the one thing Elio asked of me. A sour taste filled my mouth, and I glanced away from my daddy.
“Open your mouth,” Elio commanded.
My lips parted on their own. A french fry was placed on my tongue. Its saltiness danced along my taste buds.
“Chew.”
I closed my mouth and chewed the fry that was offered to me. The need to look at Elio ate at me until I gave in. I peeked up at him and froze in place as I met green eyes watching me keenly.
Once I swallowed the fry, I was offered another one. My mouth’s corners tugged down as I took it into my mouth and chewed.Why wasn’t Elio eating?
He thumbed the corner of my mouth and brought it to his lips. His tongue poked out and swiped over his thumb.
My heart fluttered as I watched him. Elio grabbed the sandwich next, but I kept my mouth closed.
“You need to eat too, daddy,” I said.
Elio cocked a brow at me, looking from me to the sandwich as if he wasn’t sure if he wanted to eat it. Maybe he didn’t like it. Elio took a bite and hummed, settling the unease that had gripped me. My shoulder dropped back down. When he offered me the sandwich again, I opened my mouth, happily taking a bite.
For every bite Elio fed me, I waited for him to do the same. By the time the plate was cleared, my stomach couldn’t handle another drop of food. Elio bent down and grabbed hold of my chin. His tongue ran over my lips, sending pleasurable shocks from my mouth to my cock.
I gasped, and it turned into a kiss that I sank into. Our tongues twisted in a familiar tango that was both intoxicating and relaxing.
We parted too quickly, but I did need to return to work even if I wanted nothing more than to stay next to Elio. I went to stand up, and Elio’s hand pressed down on my shoulder, halting me from leaving. I looked at my daddy expectantly.
“Stay,” Elio said.
Nodding, I moved under the desk and relaxed in my favorite spot. I rested my head on his leg while kneeling at his side. Time ticked by as I floated in and out of awareness.
I turned my head, and my face pressed up against Elio’s crotch. I breathed in his musky scent and fidgeted on my knees. My cock grew hard with every inhale.
Fingers pushed through my hair before applying pressure against the back of my head. I whimpered as I mouthed my daddy’s cock through his pants. I wanted to have his cock down my throat. My mouth was salivating at the thought.
“So, you are still hungry?” Elio asked.
I shook my head, not that he was looking down at me. Food was the last thing on my mind. Elio ground against my face and moaned. My fingers itched to touch him, but I waited for him to tell me to.
Waiting was the worst and best part.
He tugged on my hair, and a desperate cry tumbled free as I was pulled away. I licked my lips, panting with need.
Elio’s other hand came under the desk, and my heart skipped a beat. I watched hungrily as Elio pulled his zipper down.
“Let me,” I begged. The words were out of my mouth before they were a full, conscious thought.
“Go ahead,” Elio said.
My hands shook as I pushed my fingers into his pants and moaned as I touched his hot length. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. Maybe he had a plan for this to happen.
I licked my lips as I slipped his cock out through the hole of his pants. The moment my eyes caught sight of Elio’s thick length, there wasn’t anything on this earth that would be able to keep me away.
“Can I, daddy?” I asked before taking him into my mouth. If he denied me, I felt like I might actually die.
