A taste of him

He sits ourside drinking his morning coffee, the sunrise over the ocean capturing his attention, the chilly breeze and crisp smell float through our bedroom. I admire my view, his back, shoulders, his morning hair, his naked and relaxed state all filling me with love and hope, electrifying my wanton ways. 

I grab one of his ties from the closet, make my way behind him. I massage his scalp, work his temples, ease a few kisses on his jawline. 

I whisper “Good morning Daddy.” before blinding his eyes with the tie. “Please stay still for me.” I tell him.

Kneeling between his thighs I bow to the godly sweetness between his legs. The desire and control his greatness holds over me is mind boggling. I ache for him, my nipples brush against the chair, my hands are planted on the floor, my mouth the only thing touching him. I start at the folds between his groin and thighs, work my way to his tip. My ass is up and open to the morning air as I’m rocking on all fours. 

I kiss and love just the tip, letting him harden further before sliding him back. Inch by inch I rock my throat into him. 

His legs lift and wrap around my head, resting their weight on my back, squeezing me in place as my throat constricts and milks him.. I’m drowning in his scent, my saliva hangs and coats his sack, my hair soaks my tears, and his legs have taken over my pace.. 

“Swallow me baby, that’s it, swallow baby swallow. My greedy little girl, greedy dirty little girl.”

My airways are blocked from him, my eyes darken.. but in a blink his taste fills my mouth, and I’m being lifted off the ground….