Lunch & a Blowjob

She paid for cold chicken and followed him to her car to eat. Daisy drove them to the privacy of a dirt road and opened the back. They sat together in the warming sun, Dylan with his long legs stretched out and his back against the seats. Daisy watched him eat like an animal and rubbed his thigh with open and impatient want. When she got bored, she leaned forward without a word and opened his pants. Pulling him out, she held him in both hands and marveled at the size of his limp cock.

Daisy took to stroking him while he ate and, after kissing his crown, she sucked him into her mouth, too. Dylan swelled rapidly, setting his food aside once he was properly erect. His fingers were greasy, but he was kind enough to keep them out of her hair as she sucked him. A part of her, however, wished he wouldn’t be so kind. While his dick was a pleasure by itself, she also enjoyed the way he moved her.

Looking up at him, Daisy took the time to reflect on their previous trysts. They had experienced weeks of confused pleasure together, and she smiled around him and sucked him deeper, grateful for the time. She took him to her throat and then into her throat, not out of need but out of desire. She showed him that she not only forgave him for his arrogance but was eager and willing to reward it.

Watching her, Dylan’s eyes grew as big as moons as he realized the depth of her affection. Then, wiping his hands vigorously on his shirt to remove the bulk of the grease, he reached out and cupped both of her breasts as she choked on him. Daisy moaned around him, showing her approval with loud, wet gags as she held him by the root. Each downstroke ended with her rising up, her hands gliding in unison after her, gathering her saliva and spreading it across his flesh. Dylan watched in languid awe, feeling like he was in a dream. Daisy, meanwhile, was seeking protein.

She dived suddenly, taking him deep to reward him for his clear superiority, a throating borne of pure, animal affection. Her conversation that morning with Summer had reminded her of how lucky she was to even have Dylan in her life. Caleb had broken Summer, left her alone with multiple children and another on the way. Dylan, meanwhile, had used his big dick to bring life back to Daisy’s bones, to give her pleasure she had lost with her first pregnancy. He had given her a second chance, this time with an even bigger dick, and she was nothing but grateful for it.

He gathered her hair and held it out of her face just to watch her work. Her lips were stretched around him, her cheeks collapsed, and she looked like she was sucking him for dear life. There were small tears in her pretty blue eyes, and they grew on each downward stroke. It was a sloppy blowjob, but she looked great giving it. Daisy seemed like a natural born slut and, while quite beautiful in her own right, she was at her best in situations like this one.

Dylan took the chance to grope her, reaching into her blouse with his free hand and tugging her nipples, earning a moan from her that shook his dick. “Fuck, that feels good.” Squeezing one tit and then switching to the other, he watched her eyes as she rode him with her throat. “You know, Daisy, I’m not complaining, but I just realized that you didn’t even eat your breakfast.”

Gurgling, Daisy took him to half his length and held there with saliva gathering around her lips. When she surfaced, she came up with a loud gasp and used her hands to stroke him. Her fingers and palms made wet, slippery noises as they glided along his shaft. She wore a stretched, glossy smile as her mascara ran. Leaning sideways, she kissed his shaft and mewled. “Ah! You taste so much better than chicken.” Lowering herself on him, she licked her way down his shaft and to his balls. She sucked those, too, and then showered his thighs in kisses.

Dylan watched in breathless awe. His dick was aching hard and throbbing in her hand, pulsing and oozing precum. He wanted to come, but he wanted to watch her even more. In his mind, he would spend all morning fucking Daisy’s face before sending her back to her family. An orgasm would be good, he told himself, but it wouldn’t be enough yet. Daisy’s intensity only grew with each new act, and she had already learned his buttons. She had gotten him to the edge with a few strokes of her throat, and now he was on the defensive.

Desperate to reclaim control, Dylan tightened his grip on her hair and slapped her across the face with his dick. Daisy was taken aback at first, so he did it two, three, four more times and watched her expression melt from surprise to indignation to gleeful acceptance. Parting her lips, she held her tongue out for him and let him slip back into her mouth, sucking him eagerly as he forced his way back into her throat. “God damn, Daisy, you can take it deep!”

Daisy stared him in the eyes as he used her. She held him by his thighs and let him reposition her, her back bowing as he lifted himself to take control. She massaged his balls as he fucked her face, finding that she offered no resistance, just pleasured excitement. Moving his hand, he took to stroking himself while she held his crown between her lips, her tongue teasing and dancing along his urethra. “I want to come on your face today,” Dylan panted, a sweat breaking out across his body. “I want to send you home in my cum!”

Daisy, still angry with William and always eager to excite her new man, mewled obediently and stared him in the eyes as she nursed his crown. She could taste his thick precum as he twitched and swelled in her mouth. His orgasm was fast approaching, and she felt a corresponding tightening of her own loins in response.

Dylan came hard, and she did, too. He spewed, moaning loudly while she mewled around him until it became too much. Then, panting through her climax, she took his load into her open mouth in near-silent pleasure as she swallowed it down. Dylan marked her again, stroking himself through orgasm and letting her suck him clean afterward as she moaned and whined with pleasure. When finished with his dick, Daisy made a point to nurse his balls for good measure, staring him in the eyes with open affection after the orgasm he just gave her.

Spent, Dylan fed her his shrinking manhood, and she took him with a throaty purr while he stared her in the eyes. “Enough protein for you?”

Daisy released him with a wet pop and eyed his glistening cock. It was finished leaking and completely spotless. She had been thorough with her work. “I might have ate too much. With portion sizes that big, I had enough to take home for seconds or even thirds.”

Dylan laughed. “I think you might be getting drunk on my dick.”

Daisy shrugged and stroked him idly, kissing his balls as she did. “There’s a lot of dick to drink up here.” Holding him by the crown, she licked his shaft and sniffed him. Then, breathing him in, she showered him with wet kisses before sitting up to shake her hair out. Dylan watched her in awe, stunned by the way her body moved, stunned by the beauty of her covered in his semen.

They cleaned up afterward, gathering the chicken and toweling off. Daisy drove him back, and they parted with a kiss. Dylan could taste himself on her lips but didn’t mind. He enjoyed knowing that it was him there and not another man. Daisy let him take the chicken to dispose of the mess, and he spanked her as they parted. She drove home in a daze.

William was quiet when she got home and let her shower in peace. She fingered herself and reached climax with the steam smelling like Dylan around her. Later that night, William apologized, and though Daisy accepted it, she knew deep down that his apology was ineffectual and had come far, far too late.

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