Page 65 of Enforcer Daddy
The transformation happened gradually, then all at once. Each instruction I gave, Eva absorbed like she'd been waiting her whole life to learn this specific skill. "Hollow your cheeks," I said, and she did, the suction making my hips jerk forward involuntarily. "Use your tongue on the underside," and shetraced that sensitive ridge with a precision that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
Within minutes, she'd gone from tentative to confident, from student to artist. Her mouth was heaven and hell combined—wet heat that threatened to end me with every stroke, suction that pulled not just at my cock but at something deeper, more primal. She'd found her rhythm now, taking me deeper with each bob of her head, her hand working what her mouth couldn't reach in perfect synchronization.
"Twist your wrist when you stroke," I managed, though words were becoming increasingly difficult. "And—fuck, just like that."
She hummed her acknowledgment around my cock, and the vibration nearly sent me over the edge. I had to tighten my grip in her hair, hold her still for a moment while I wrestled back control. She looked up at me, eyes questioning, lips stretched obscenely around my girth, and the sight alone almost finished me.
"Too good," I explained, voice wrecked. "You're learning too fast, little one."
Pride flashed in her eyes, and when I loosened my grip, she dove back with renewed enthusiasm. This time, she added something I hadn't taught her—her free hand came up to cup my balls, rolling them gently while her mouth worked my cock. The dual sensation made my knees buckle again.
"Where did you—" I started, then lost the words as she did something with her tongue that short-circuited my brain.
She pulled back just enough to speak, lips still brushing the head. "You said to tell you what I like. I like the weight of them, the way they tighten when you're close."
Jesus Christ. This woman would kill me, but what a way to go.
She took me back in her mouth, deeper this time, relaxing her throat the way I'd taught her. Six inches now, maybe seven, her eyes watering but determined. The hand on my balls moved inrhythm with her mouth, a squeeze and release that matched her suction, and I could feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine.
But it was looking down at her that really threatened my control. Not just her mouth on my cock, though that image would be burned into my memory forever. It was all of her—the way my t-shirt had ridden up completely, exposing her breasts, nipples hard and begging for attention. The way her thighs rubbed together, seeking friction she wouldn't find. The curve of her spine as she leaned forward, the red handprints still visible on her ass from the spanking.
Mine. This perfect, fierce, broken, beautiful woman was mine.
"Look at you," I said, the words torn from somewhere deep. "On your knees for Daddy, cock in your mouth, dripping wet from sucking me. You're perfect, Eva. Absolutely fucking perfect."
She moaned around me, the sound desperate and needy, and I felt her hand leave my balls to drift between her own legs.
"No," I commanded, pulling her head back by her hair. "You don't touch yourself. That pussy is mine, and you'll come when I make you come, not before."
She whimpered but moved her hand back to my balls, squeezing slightly harder as if in retaliation. The pressure was perfect, right on the edge of too much, and combined with her mouth taking me deep again, I could feel my control slipping.
Her technique had evolved from good to devastating. She'd figured out exactly how much pressure I liked, exactly how to use her tongue to drive me wild, exactly how fast to move to keep me balanced on the edge without pushing me over. It was like she'd downloaded a manual to my body and was executing it flawlessly.
"Eva," I warned, feeling my balls tighten in her hand. "I'm close. If you don't want me to come in your mouth—"
She responded by taking me deeper, hollowing her cheeks harder, her hand pumping faster. The message was clear: she wanted it, wanted me to lose control, wanted to taste me.
But that wasn't how this would go. Not the first time.
It took every ounce of willpower I'd ever possessed, but I pulled her off my cock. She made a sound of protest, trying to lean forward again, but I held her firm.
"No," I said, breathing hard, my cock throbbing angrily at the loss of her mouth. "Not like this."
"But I want—" she started, licking her swollen lips.
"I know what you want." I pulled her to her feet, her legs shaky from kneeling. "But I need to fuck you. Need to be inside you when I come. Need to claim you properly."
Her eyes went wide, then dark with want. "Oh yes," she breathed. "Please, Daddy. I need you inside me."
The words nearly broke me. My perfect little girl, begging for my cock, still tasting me on her lips. I kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue, feeling her melt against me. Her hands came up to touch my chest finally, fingernails dragging across my tattoos, and the slight pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure.
"I'm going to fuck you now," I said against her mouth. "Going to fill that tight little pussy with my cock until you can't remember what it felt like to be empty."
She shuddered against me, and I could feel her wetness against my thigh where she pressed close.
"Please," she whispered again, and that single word held everything—need, trust, submission, desire.
The thick rug was soft beneath my knees as I lowered Eva onto it, her body pliant and trusting in my hands. I could have taken her to the bedroom, could have done this properly on a bed with sheets and pillows and all the romance she probably deserved. But I needed her here, now, in the room where she'd taken herspanking, where she'd knelt for me, where everything between us had shifted from possibility to reality.
