Page 19 of Halloween with a Daddy
“That feels good.” He groans as my lips move further down his shaft.
I work my way as far as I can go, then bob on his length until my throat opens enough for me to take him deeper. A raspy growl of pleasure is my reward. I find a pleasant rhythm that is comfortable for me and extremely pleasurable for him, based on his reactions. I do that until I feel him throbbing hard in my mouth, then drag my tongue along the bottom of his shaft, and tease his balls before making my way back up.
“I told you I could be a good girl.” I look up at him and grin.
“Good girls don’t speak when they’re this close to having a mouth full of cum.” He narrows his eyes at me and guides his cock back to my lips.
I don’t put up a fight, I just open my mouth and take him deep, wanting what he’s promised as much as he does. I settle back on my rhythm and let him throb against my tongue, moaning to beg for his release. It doesn’t take long for his gasps to get louder, his legs to twitch, and I taste salty pre-cum on my tongue. I move my lips faster.
“You’re gonna make me come!” His head goes back and places both of his hands on mine, pushing his dick into my throat. “Oh god!”
I wiggle my tongue and bob my head as much as I can in his grip, then he erupts in my throat. I get choked by his load and swallow it down, right in time for another blast to fill my mouth. His hands fall away and I keep moving up and down his shaft until his pulsations have nothing left. I slowly remove his cock from my mouth and kiss the tip, smiling as I do.
“Fucking hell.” He says with a satisfied sigh. “You’re incredible.”
I lift and place a kiss on his cheek before returning to my seat. Edgar sits with his head back and eyes closed for a couple of seconds before putting his cock away and buttoning his pants. I drain what is left of my whiskey and he does the same.
“More?” He asks as he reaches for the bottle.
“That’s enough for tonight.” I lean back in my chair. “I can’t tell if the whiskey making my head spin or everything else.”
“A combination of the two, I’m sure.” He leans forward and tilts his head. “The music stopped downstairs. The party must be over.”
“Should we go check it out?” I perk a brow.
“Yeah, I need to make sure they didn’t wreck the place.” He nods. “Otherwise, Mark’s going to get a piece of my mind.”
“Mark?” I ask, then a realization hits me. “Mark is your nephew!”
“That’s right.” He chuckles. “Did you know him before the party?”
“No, but my friend has a crush on him. Well, she did. I don’t think he was as interested as she was.” I shrug slightly.
“The girl dressed as the devil?” He leans forward to stand. “I saw them talking when I was at the top of the stairs.”
“Yep. That’s Amelia.” I follow his lead, but he offers me a hand before I can stand up on my own. “Thank you, Mr.Somewhere in Time.”
“Oh, so you recognize my costume?” He smiles. “I thought Mark was the only one who did, and I had to drag it out of him before he admitted it.”
“I’ve seen it a few times.” I nod. “My grandparents don’t like many new movies, so we re-watch a lot of their favorites.”
“Well, at least you’ve seen it.” He chuckles.
“Where would you go if you could just go to bed and wake up in another time?” I look up at him inquisitively.
“I’d wake up tomorrow.” He smiles. “With you.”
“Good answer.” I grin. “Don’t forget that you promised me breakfast.”
“I haven’t forgotten. What about you? Where would go?” He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer.
“Here.” I look around. “Grimwillow Manor in its prime, when the whole place was still alive. Oh, but tomorrow is a very close second, I promise.”
“It better be.” He growls and kisses me long enough to take my breath away. “Ready to go downstairs?”
“Let me look at my costume in the mirror.” I pull away and walk over.
We take a few minutes to get our costumes back in order so that it doesn’t look like we’ve been fooling around. His costume is in better shape than mine.
