Daisy Thanked Dylan.

Parting her lips, Daisy licked him and panted. Her pussy was a gushing river by this point as she smiled against his dick. “Thank you…!”

Smiling in the darkness, Dylan stroked himself. He rubbed his erect manhood along Daisy’s forehead and cheek, and he could picture her awe perfectly even without seeing it. Summer had been in awe, too, after his growth spurt, and Dylan had been certain he was going to fuck her before her gorilla husband forced them apart. William was a gorilla, too, Dylan was sure, but he wouldn’t give the other man a chance. Even if he did, Dylan felt certain that Daisy was too far gone at this point. She would side with Dylan if push came to shove.

Taking her by the hair, Dylan guided himself into her mouth and held himself there, stroking himself inside of her. “But as my woman, there is something you need to understand, Daisy.”

Held by the hair as he stroked himself, Daisy licked and nuzzled his crown. She panted against him in obedient hunger, broken by his display of force and size. William might be half asleep or half awake. He might have been dead for all she knew. It didn’t matter. Dylan was all that matter. Everything else could wait until his climax. “What,” she whined against him, impatient but completely at his mercy.

“Now,” drawled Dylan with growing confidence. “I’m going to take care of you, but since you’re my woman, that means your job is also to take care of me.” Dylan rubbed himself along her cheek, leaving precum where he went. “Understand?”

Groaning and whispering in her arousal, Daisy said, “Yes, Dylan! God, yes! I understand. I understand!”

Dylan grinned, forced her nose-first into his pubic hair and made her breathe him in. Hard against her cheek, he whispered back, “You want to suck my dick, Daisy? You want to suck my big, fat cock while your husband is oblivious inside?”

Daisy whined into his pubic hair. When released, she stared up into his eyes in the darkness and kissed his thick, veiny shaft. “That’s what you came here for,” she said. “And you said it yourself, Dylan. I’m your woman now. It’s my job to take care of you.”

Holding her in place by her thick blond hair, Dylan swiveled his hips and struck her across the cheek with his dick. Daisy held still, voice gone. In the darkness, the contact of their flesh seemed to echo. This one stung, but the pain felt good. It felt like he was branding her, marking her as his woman with the heat of his shaft against her throbbing cheek.

“That isn’t what I asked, Daisy: do you want to suck my big, fat cock while your husband is inside of the house?”

Daisy whimpered. “Yes, Dylan, I do. I want to suck your big fat cock. I need to. Please, Dylan, oh please, let me suck your big, fat cock!” She kissed his shaft between words. “Mm. Please. Please, Dylan, please. I’ll be good. Let me suck it.”

Dylan smiled and, still holding her by the hair, moved her. He tightened his grip and gathered her hair as best he could. Then, repositioning himself, he held his leaking crown to her lips. There, he waited for her to open her mouth and, when she did, eased himself inside. Daisy groaned, but Dylan knew it more by feel than by sound as he stuffed her quiet. “There’s a good girl,” he said. “Finally getting what you want, aren’t you?”

Daisy moaned and nodded. Guided only by feel and tasted, she bobbed her head on him slowly. The darkness and danger added spice to the situation. Dylan was arrogant, but his arrogance actually impressed Daisy. Few men actually came to the home of the man they were cuckolding while that man was there for a blowjob from the unfaithful wife, but this seemed to be one of many ways Dylan surpassed other men.

This arrogance was made all the more appealing to Daisy by the wrist-thick, eleven inches that stretched her jaw in the darkness. Holding her by the head, Dylan began to fuck her face, forcing himself hard against her throat like he had in the parking lot so many weeks ago. Choking on him, Daisy forgave him his pride as ribbons of saliva fell from her sloppy lips. Daisy’s husband could attest that she was not normally the submissive type, but few men could demand the respect that Dylan did. She drooled on him and took him in shallow strokes into her throat, offering no complaint or resistance as he moved her.

Feeling him out in the night, Daisy held him by his skinny waist and sucked him through his thrusts. The flavor of him seemed more pronounced with her eyes closed, and she shut them tight to enjoy it and burn it into her memory. She liked his size, and that was the most immediately impressive part of him, but she was developing a greater appreciation for him on the whole. The heat of him, the rigidity of him, all of it burned into her brain and fueled her arousal. The flavor kept it there, though. It was a familiar taste, fleshy and masculine but more pronounced. It spread across her tongue and warmed her cheeks, filling her whole head as it did.

His taste and smell combined to consume her. If Dylan’s length and girth aroused her, then his scent equally impressed her. She could smell him from a distance now, she was so familiar with his scent, and she couldn’t imagine that anyone else in the house couldn’t recognize it if exposed. His scent was fleshy and familiar, deeply masculine but improved as well. She associated it with him and with sex and found it was most pungent around his root and balls, in his darkened thicket of pubic hair. Just a sniff of it left her horny and, which is why those times in the car with him were like torture for her.

Lips tight around him, Daisy silently replayed her first throat-fucking. It had been a surprise to be forced to her knees and taken in a parking lot. It had been a surprise to have her mouth pried open and a dick jammed in. Most surprising of al, however, was the size and the battering ram beauty of Dylan’s dick. Long and thick, he was packed full of meaty flavor and endowed with balls big enough to back up his shaft. When he came down her throat, he warmed her belly and broke her for his own personal use at the same time.

My poor husband, she thought, though she had little pity for him.

William had, to this point, been mostly good to her. He had made mistakes, but she had largely forgiven him for his inadequacies. In the past, she had associated pleasure with abandonment. Her ex’s big dick had been the best of her life, but it had also disappeared at the first sign of trouble. William couldn’t measure up where it counted most, but he had stayed in the storm, even if he was the one causing it.

She regretted it now, however. Twenty years of marriage wasted on a tiny dick seemed like an insult when she stared down Dylan’s burly shaft. If given a choice between them, Daisy felt like there was no choice to be had. There was only one real option. Daisy was a beautiful women with a figure to die for. She had enjoyed a larger man before, and she saw no reason why she couldn’t do so again.

Dylan groaned above her, waking her from her reverie. He still held her hair out of her face, but one of his hand had drifted and found her breasts while she sucked him. Daisy, returned to the moment, mewled around him and felt grateful for his big, strong hands and the way they teased her. He found one nipple and gave it a pinch, and her moans grew louder. “I’m getting close, Daisy.” She could hear a smile in his voice in the darkness. “I hope you’re ready for some warm milk before bed.”

Daisy smiled around him, laughing a bit at how silly he was. Dylan was not a cool guy, but with a dick like his, she supposed he didn’t have to be. She purred and added her hands to his shaft. “Mm. Mmhmm!” Stroking him as she sucked, Daisy felt him swell fatter and fatter. She grew giddy at his approaching orgasm, and she enjoyed it like she did everything else about him. Daisy had swallowed for her ex, but Dylan was the first man whose load she swallowed because she liked it. The thick, rich flavor of his semen was masculine rewarding. Eating his cum felt to her like sex-dessert, and it was almost worth an orgasm in itself.

Releasing her breast, Dylan joined her in stroking him as he held her hair out of her face. Daisy tongued him, teasing his crown with careful, delicate licks. She wanted his cum, but she liked the idea of him giving it to her. Holding his crown in her mouth, she released him into his own hands as he groaned and pulsed. Finally, he released her hair to lean forward and support himself against the exterior wall of the house as he quickened. “Shooting!”

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