CHAPTER THREE

JASIEL

I went straight to the bathroom after eating. I needed to get all cleaned up. Daddy handed me a shower caddy filled with all the things I used to have. It had been a while since I'd been able to use products like these. There were scented soaps, multiple shampoos and conditioners, and a razor blade that didn't hurt, plus sensitive shaving cream.

Even with everything in the caddy, I still only took a couple minutes. I'd been waiting for this moment for a year. I was surprised I hadn't already jumped on Daddy's body and taken him for a drive to pound town, or at least for him to take me there.

"Babe!" I called out. "I'm all wet and I don't have anything to wear."

The bathroom door burst open seconds later. Daddy was in his black shirt, already slightly unbuttoned near his navel. His belt unbuckled around his jeans. He stared at me, a smile on his face, as he looked me over, naked in the shower.

"Look at you," he said, blowing little kisses with his lips. "Now, are you sure you want to put clothes on?" he asked. "Or should I carry you to bed?"

I sighed. "If you're going to make me decide, we're going to be waiting all day."

He tilted his head to the side. "You're right." He rolled up his sleeves. "I'll decide then." He opened his arms to me and let me leapfrog into his arms and to his chest. I clung to him and planted a million kisses on his face.

"I'm going to take to rip those clothes off you," I whispered in his ear. "And then—"

"I'm going to going to push your legs apart into splits, and just see how flexible you've stayed all this time," he whispered back, his mouth at my ear, giving it a nibble. "Now, you know the rules baby, if it goes too far, we say Nicaragua." He carried me through into the bedroom, the stark darkness hit as there wasn't a single light on.

I tutted. "I know that." I licked up the length of his neck. "Do your worst, Daddy."

He threw me to the bed. I bounced, turning around and propping myself up on my knees. Shoving my ass in the air, I gave it a wiggle, teasing him.

Sitting on the end of the bed, he slowly took off his shirt. I clung to his back, my hands in claw formation as they dug into his chest. I pulled the shirt, and with several tears of fabric, I tore it from him. "Easy," I said, throwing the scraps of shirt fabric to the floor. It was expensive, I could tell by the feel.

"Look at you," he said. "I thought it was going to take forever for you to do that."

My grabby hands dug into his chest, collecting a handful of his muscle and the hair in my palm. I squeezed hard, letting my nails go into his skin. He placed his hands on mine, holding them tight.

"You need to do harder than that," I told him. "Make me feel something."

"I'm just making sure you're adequately teased," he said, letting go of my hands. "So, keep clawing at me baby, I've missed how close to bleeding you get me."

I scoffed, throwing myself back on the bed. "Don't ruin my fun," I said. "Be like, ouch, or owie."

"Ow," he tssked his teeth. "Like that?"

"Noooooo." I rested my feet on his back, gently kicking. "You're at like sixty and I want you to be at one hundred. No, no. A thousand."

Resting on my feet, he let out a relaxed sigh. "Like a massage," he snickered. "Let me get the coconut oil, baby."

Our love language was physical touch, if that was through grabbing each other, clawing at each other skin, biting, and of course, fucking. The closer we could get to trying to be inside of each other, the happier we were.

"No, no, no, no." I kicked his back with the rhythm of my words. "You're making me wait. I don't want to wait." He was teasing me, and he knew I didn't like being teased. I mean, I liked to be teased, but only if that teasing went straight to dick inside me. "I'll give you ten seconds."

"Ten seconds?" he asked, standing up from the edge of the bed. He dropped his trousers. In the dark, I could barely see anything in his dark briefs. That was a tease within a tease.

"Nine," I grumbled, covering up my cock with a hand so he couldn't see me. "Eight."

He kicked off the rest of his trousers. "Don't be silly, baby. You'll never get to one."

Perhaps he was right about that, I would've drawn out those numbers for as long as possible.

Pouncing on the bed, he dove headfirst between my legs with his head at my crotch. "Don't make me bite them," he said, stroking his hand over my mine as I continued to cover my growing erection. "Unless you want me to pry those hands away. You want me to work for this?" he asked. "I have worked for it." He nuzzled his head to my hands. Placing his lips to my hand, he opened them and let his teeth gently press against my skin. "You taste divine."

I removed my hands and gave him control. The way he called me divine sent a trilling shiver through my back and face. I couldn't deny him my skin after he'd waited so long to have a taste, but that worked both ways, I'd get my taste too.

Lifting my legs and parting them, he stuffed his face between my cheeks, his tongue licking my hole. My head spun with the tingling sensation of his tongue. Pushing my legs and my knees to my chest, he continued to get a deeper angle of my hole.

"I'm never let you go again," he said, looking up at me. His hand extended up my chest and grabbed my hand. "Never again." His head went back down and with his tongue, he continued to work his magic. His tongue at my balls and traveled to my shaft. "I can't describe your taste." He continued to lick. "But I know it's mine."

We'd already agreed on that. He was mine. I was his. If weren't trying to get revenge or fuck, we might've gotten married. He came up for air a moment later, taking his weight and pinning me down on the bed. I wiggled and writhed like it was a game. The boner inside his briefs was rock solid against my cock, but it was unfair that his wasn't out like mine, and I couldn't get it with his hands pinning me into the bedsheets.

Teasing me with the cock in his briefs, gyrating his hips and pressing it down. "I didn't masturbate for three months," he whispered in my ear before nibbling at the side of my neck. "Three months."

"I didn't masturbate for six months," I said, clenching my legs around his waist. I dug my knees into his hips until he let out a gentle laugh. "An entire year. I haven't touched it in a year." I tried digging my legs into him harder, but he only chuckled louder.

I knew he didn't believe me. I wouldn't have believed me either. My dick was like my best friend. It was always there for me, and it would give me those happy rushes of energy whenever I was feeling a little down, so when I couldn't get those rushes by threatening people, I got them from my friend lefty, but I could also do righty too.

We wrestled around on the bed, rolling over with me on top.

There wasn't much I could see in the dark, so I turned on the lamp from the bedside table. Now, I was ready to inspect his body. I was looking for new marks, bruising, or scratches. If he really had been faithful, then there'd be nothing to show on his body.

Thrusting at his hips, he was trying to distract me from counting the scars and dots on his body.

"Twenty-two," I said. "Just like I remembered." Every mark on his body. It was a history map I saw every time I closed my eyes. My fingers traced it to calm me down, and each time I lingered over fond memories, and most of them were sexual.

"I haven't done my count yet," he said, raising a hand. He let his finger boop at my nose. "One. Ok, like I remembered."

In the moment, I knew he was teasing me, but then I felt the second boop from his briefs.

With ravenous feral bunny energy, I pulled myself off his body and tore his briefs away from him, yanking at the center to snap the band, then the rest of them came away easily. His cock was hard, curved up to his belly, the foreskin slightly covered the head, letting the pink tip peek through.

It had been too long; I couldn't help but grab it with both hands and start sucking. He was my favorite flavor of lollipop, and I could suck his juicy tip for hours. Precum added taste to his tip, and I continued to suck with the intention of being rewarded by more of that magical flavoring.

His hands ruffled through my hair before he pressed, trying to choke me on his cock. He'd taken his time. I'd wanted him to be pushing my head down a lot sooner. I wanted to force it inside my mouth and reach the dangly thing at the back of my throat.

Thrusting his hips as his hands got greater control of my head with his fingers intertwined in my hair. "Yeah, baby," he let out. "Tell me how much you've missed me. How much have you wanted this?"

In my attempt at speaking, my throat vibrated against his cock. I felt his salty sweet precum trickle down inside me.

Pulling my head away and fighting his hands as he kept pushing my head back. I won, pouncing on his chest, I backed up a little, so my ass was at his cock. "Fuck me," I said. "If you don't make this last year of no sex worth it, I might put myself back in prison."

He stuck his tongue out. I stuck mine out, meeting his as I lowered my head. And as I got close, he pulled his tongue back in and bit mine, holding it inside his mouth. His licked the end of my tongue with his. He wasn't even biting that hard.

Releasing my tongue, he shook his head. "Don't tell me what to do. I'll do what I want, when I want, and how I want."

Now, he was speaking my language. I stroked a hand at the side of his face. "Then do it already." My brows furrowed together. "Or I might just rub my cock against your belly and cum all over you."

A light tut came from his tongue. "What happened to foreplay?" he asked, reaching around my body. He touched my hole and entered it with a single finger. "What happened to not rushing things?"

We'd had enough foreplay, sometimes a little knife action, sometimes he'd throw me around and test my flexibility, but most of the time, we'd see who could last the longest without cumming, and that was difficult for him because I practiced tightening my hole daily, so I knew I was about ready to rock his entire world.

As he pressed his finger inside me, I squeezed my hole around it.

"Baby," he whispered. "If you don't let me inside that sweet, delicious hole, then I'll have to take it."

I squeezed around it harder. "Then take it. Do your worst."

I needed him to bite back. Now.

With his hand around my back, he rolled over with me. "Then I'll fucking take it," he said. "It's mine." He leaned in and kissed my nose. "What exactly can you do to stop me?"

I raised my foot, pressing my heel against his chin. "Don't ask me that," I said, softly. "You know it drives me crazy."

He turned his head and pressed his teeth into my foot. "Not stopping me." He flashed a grin at me, running his tongue over his teeth. "Come on then, baby. Look—" he removed his hand from my hole and whacked at his hard cock. It barely moved. "I'm about to win."

I didn't know what he considered winning, but if I got fucked, then I was winning. "No." I raised my second leg, pressing the heel to his throat. It was gentle, but it was in place. "I could hurt you real bad from here," I said. "Like, real, real bad."

"Do it."

Both feet pushed together, closing in around his neck. "You're getting me harder, baby," he whispered. "You want to reach out for that coconut oil?"

I stretched out to the bedside table and grabbed the coconut oil from the drawer. As I did, he parted my legs, diving between them and pressing his hand to my throat. "Not fair," I moaned, pushing my lips into a pout.

"All is fair in love and sex, or whatever the saying is," he snickered, pressing his lips to my cheek and kissing.

I handed him the jar of coconut oil. The seal was still on the lid. Not that I was surprised, he hadn't been fucking.

It didn't take him long before he was pressing getting my hole ready with the coconut oil. Penetrating deep with his finger. It was harder for me to squeeze around it with all the lubrication from the oil.

"No stopping me now," he said, kissing me, his tongue deep in my mouth. I toyed back with it, biting it like he'd done with mine. He stretched my legs around him, readying his cock at my hole. Now, he was teasing me. That's why we worked well, we teased each other until we couldn't help but fuck each other's brains out. It was better than blowing them out.

As the tip of his cock went inside me, he wrapped his hands around my throat.

I smiled at him. "What else?"

He thrust his hips down between my legs, his cock going all the way. He stared intensely into my eyes.

Butting my lips, I wasn't making a sound. I fought desperately not to let out a moan.

He fucked me harder, the springs in the bed were making all the noise.

I let out a moan after holding them back and he pressed a hand over my mouth to muffle them. "You don't get to do that," he said, smirking. He pressed his cock deep inside, keeping it there. "Look at you, fighting the urge."

Biting his hand, he didn't flinch or let go. I gyrated my hip, making him fuck me as he laid still on me.

Forcing his body down on me and hooking his legs under my knees, he pressed them apart and pinned me in place. "Baby, what have you been doing all this time?" he asked. "Don't tell me you've lost your spark?"

I bit harder. He removed his hand. "My spark!" I scoffed, maneuvering my legs to wrap around his waist. "I'm gonna make you cum inside me so hard, you'll still be cumming long after I've hopped off your dick to clean myself."

He grinned, but I meant it. "Talk dirtier. What else?"

We rolled over once more. On top of him, I sat on his dick, wiggling around in all motions as he laid with his hands under his head, enjoying the experience. He was clearly having too much fun.

I leaned across him and placed my mouth at his nipple. "Is that as hard as you can get?" I asked, biting around his nipple and leaving my teeth marks. He wrapped his fingers around the back of my head and pressed me harder on his chest.

"You know I can get harder," he whispered.

I had needs, and right now, I needed to be filled with cum.

Pulling from his skin, I gyrated my hips on his cock before I started bouncing on it.

Each time I came away, he went back inside, and my hole tingled. My toes curling at the sensation.

Daddy played with my nipples, squeezing his fingers on the hard nibs.

I shot my load up his chest and kept bouncing.

He pulled me down on him and with the swift motion, the bed gave way as both the legs snapped, sending us down.

He kept me in his arms, squeezing me close. He stood with me and started fucking against the wall before he unloaded his cum inside me. Minutes later, he was still inside me, letting me experience what I'd asked. Keeping his cock cumming in me.

My year of abstinence was finally over.

And I was never doing that again.

"Can we go again?" I whispered in his ear.

Through his chest, heavy, pressed against me, keeping me pinned against the wall. He let out a chuckle. "We have work to do."