My hard shaft presses painfully against the fly of my pants, against Hazel. I want to unzip my pants and feel the wet readiness of her against me, let her squirm against the bare flesh of my cock before I slide it into her and take her right here, like this, on Daddy’s lap in front of the mirror.
The ferocity of my desire shocks me. At the very edges of my consciousness is a cold, sobering awareness that I’ve gone too far; that I need to come back from the brink. But I push it back down.
“Stand up,” I rasp. “And get down on your knees in front of me.”
She does as she’s told and lowers herself to her knees, looking up at me with naughty innocence.
She knows how to do this, I think, remembering her and Kye in the basement.
“Now you’re going to do something for me.” I unbutton my pants, lowering them with my boxers, just enough to get my cock free, and then I grip my shaft with one hand. Hazel’s eyes are wide. Wonder…and fear, I think. I know I’m a big guy. I’ve seen this look on women’s faces before.
“I know you know how to do this,” I say to her.
“Dad-” she starts, and abruptly cuts herself off. The flush deepens on her cheeks. “Xavier,” she corrects herself in a hushed tone.
“You can call me Dad, sweetheart.” I run fingers through her hair until my hand is cupped around the back of her head. “That’s what I am, and I like being your daddy, Hazel.” She blinks back at me, a shy little nymphet in my wife’s lingerie. “Go on.” I squeeze my shaft. “Start by kissing the tip.”
“It’s just big,” she stammers.
“That’s all right,” I say gently. “I just want you to lick it and suck it a little, okay? You can take it slowly.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmurs, bending forward and pressing sweet lips to the head of my cock. It jumps in response, precum smearing her mouth.
“That’s good,” I breathe shakily. “That’s a good girl.” A low tremor threatens to quake through me at her soft touch.
This is too far. I’m going too far. But when she looks up at me, big bright blue eyes gone nearly violet with lust, and runs her tongue under the head of my cock, I groan helplessly.
“Oh sweetie. Christ.”
She laps the underside of my cock, licking it like an ice cream cone, soft and teasing, until all my resistance is gone. I need to come. It won’t go any further than this, this is the final frontier, but I need to come in Hazel’s mouth.
“Open your mouth wider now and suck it.” My voice is gruff and bossy. I can’t play games or make nice. There’s no time to waste. I’m practically shaking I’m so on edge.
Obediently, she wraps her lips around my shaft and lowers her head, taking half of my length in her mouth. “Good. Good, sweetheart. I knew you could do it. Just like you did with that boy I caught you with, hm? Now it’s Daddy’s turn.”
The wet heat of her mouth makes my balls lift. I lean back on my hands and look over Hazel’s head to the mirror, where I have a full view of us as if from a third-party perspective. It’s a bizarre repeat of the scene I interrupted with Kye-only this time it’s me she’s taking into her mouth instead of him.
She sucks me down deeper, cheeks hollowing, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to fill her mouth with my cum right now. I could just let myself go at any minute. I’ve been craving this moment for so long, and it’s an impossible fantasy. I can’t believe it’s suddenly real.
“Take it deeper now.” Slowly, I start rocking my hips back and forth, moving my cock against her tongue and her lips, inching myself ever closer to a total loss of control. With every stroke, I push deeper and deeper into her mouth, pulling her head down against me and wanting to feel her throat. “Oh, that’s good.” I shudder. “That’s so good. You’re being such a good girl right now and Daddy’s so proud of you. Mm, yes-fuck. Keep moving your mouth like that and go down lower, okay? I want you to take more. I know Daddy has a big cock, but I want you to suck it down deep. Make me feel good with your mouth. That’s it. That’s it.”