Page 9 of The Apprentice
I whimpered. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He hummed and shifted away. With a hand wrapped around his cock, he waved his shaft at me. “Suck.”
I grabbed his hips and dragged him closer. Tilting my head, I darted my tongue out to lick a stripe across his slit. He hissed, the sound igniting a fire in my belly. Beyond his compliments, Ithirsted for the sounds that left him when I made him happy. His deep-throated growls and moans fueled my passion and need for him.
The head of his cock slid into my mouth, and I sucked on it gently, raising my gaze to watch the pleasure cross his face. I wrapped my hand around the base of his thick shaft and took more of him between my lips. The salty taste of his skin danced across my tongue, and I whimpered, the need to satisfy and get him inside me burning hot in my chest. He could ask anything of me, and I’d do it, if only for him to tell me what a good boy I’d been.
He slid his fingers into my hair and tugged at the strands with enough force to create a sharp sting on my scalp. A spike of lust blasted down my spine and I trembled. Fuck, this was perfect. I couldn’t get enough of my Daddy, even if he wanted it to only be sex. I’d take anything and everything he’d give me, despite my craving for more. Right now, the only things that mattered were his cock in my mouth, his hand in my hair, and the sweet words of praise.
“Fuck, boy, you’ve got the warmest mouth. So fucking good.”
I mewled around his hardness and started a slow bob up and down the length of his cock. I sucked with enthusiasm, pressing my lips as firmly as I could around him.
He groaned, grip tightening in my hair. “Fuck, boy, you’re so good at this. Remember when I first taught you how to do it?” Daire’s voice took on a dark edge, deep and hungry in a way that had my cock jerking and a stream of precum sliding down the tip. “You’re a quick study.”
I made a happy sound and twisted my wrist, creating friction with the base of his shaft. He thrust, burying his cock deeper into my mouth and triggering my gag reflex. My throat constricted, and I exhaled heavily through my nose, pushing as much air outas I could so I didn’t choke. I wanted him to stay inside me, needed it more than anything else.
“Good boy.” He stroked his fingers down my temple and across my cheek. “You’re so beautiful like this, taking my cock down your throat.”
I removed my hand and lowered my mouth farther onto his cock until my nose was pressed into his pubes. My throat worked around his thick shaft as I swallowed, and he groaned, tugging my hair harder.
“Fuck, boy, if you keep going, this won’t last long.”
I moaned, pleased I had him veering toward an orgasm, but it quickly turned into a sigh of disappointment when he moved away, taking his gloriously thick cock with him. Panting, I stared up at him as I licked my lips. “I wasn’t done, Daddy.”
“I know, boy.” He thumbed my chin and the corner of his mouth curled. “But I want to get into that pretty hole of yours. Get onto the middle of the bed like the good boy you are.”
I jumped to my feet so fast that I nearly lost my balance. I crawled to the center of the mattress and fell onto my stomach exactly how I knew Daire wanted me. He always loved it when his chest was to my back, and I did, too, because that position meant he drilled straight against my prostate.
Daire opened the bottom drawer of my nightstand and threw the bottle of lube and a condom onto the mattress beside me. He knew where all the essentials were because we’d fucked a lot in my room.
He slid onto the bed and sat on his knees behind me before he slapped me hard on the ass. The sharp sting reverberated through me and pleasure coiled in my balls.
I gasped and rocked my hips forward, rubbing my throbbing cock against the soft bedding.
He smoothed his hand across my asscheek and grasped my meaty flesh, squeezing with a firm grip.
“Daddy Daire,” I moaned out, rocking back toward his touch. “Daddy.”
“What do you want, boy? What can I do for you?” He swooped down to place a kiss on my left cheek, then the right, and I spread my legs farther, giving him as much access as he wanted to my hole.
“You. I need you to fuck me.Please. Daddy, I’ve been so good. I promise.”
He hummed and spread me wider before his tongue was at my hole, licking delicately with a teasing curl that had my back arching. “So good, boy. I’m so proud of you.”
I shuddered under his compliments and sobbed into the mattress. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He pressed his face between my cheeks and stuck his tongue in my hole, working me open with precise, slow movements. Daire sucked at my ring, and I groaned, caught between pushing my ass back against his mouth and trying to wriggle away from his tongue because of the sensitivity.
“Please, Daddy.” My words came out garbled, and I wasn’t sure if he could make out what I’d said because the only response I received was a sharp slap to my asscheek. “Oh God.”
“God’s not here to save you, boy,” Daire said between licks to my hole. “But Daddy will take care of you.”
I believed him, too. I trusted Daire with my life.
The sound of a pumping bottle had me stiffening, then relaxing. He usually didn’t finger me much because I didn’t mind the sting of the stretch, so when one finger joined with his tongue, I relaxed under the intrusion. I spread my legs wider and pushed up onto my knees, hiking my ass higher to give him better access, and he used it to his advantage, delving his tongue in deeper.
“Daddy, please,” I whined out.
