“Alisha, get off…” I kept whispering, grabbing her ponytail and pulling her backwards.
Now… you know that “mhm” noise people sometimes make when they want to respond in the affirmative, but keep their mouths closed? Alisha just unleashed the opposite of that.
“M-mh!”
She looked up at me with anger in her eyes. I was completely taken aback. Normally, she only gave me a look like that when she was furious with rage. As her mouth came off my cock, she left it open and a stream of drool was hanging from my dick to her lips.
“Honey, stop that…”
“Uh-uh!” she exclaimed even more loudly, shaking her head.
“Sssshhh…” I kept whispering.
“UUUUUH!” Alisha kept insisting more and more loudly, mouth still open, her head pushing forwards towards the rock-hard cock standing out in front of her face.
I was desperate to avoid alerting my wife to what was happening. I really didn’t need that right now. I needed to resolve this situation myself. Alisha kept getting louder and louder, angrily protesting the fact that I was pulling her head away from me. In that moment, it seemed like the only thing that would make her quiet was for her to get what she wanted. Desperate, I relented.
“Shush-ussh-ussshhh… just… be quiet, all right…?”
“Mmh…” she replied, once again with her mouth full.
As soon as she was allowed to suck me again, she seemed satisfied. She immediately quieted down, like a baby who’s been given its pacifier, and focused on the job. To be fair, it felt amazing. A warm, willing mouth first thing in the morning… And Alisha was a natural. For the first few moments, she seemed clumsy, not really knowing what she was doing. Then she started adjusting to my feedback.
It was like she was inside my mind, reading my body language perfectly. Every time I moaned with pleasure, she kept doing the thing she’d done to make that happen. When my cock jolted because she touched a sensitive spot, she kept returning to that spot with swipes of her tongue. Her mouth was warm, wet, lively… and her hands never stopped touching my sensitive skin.
“Uhhh… uuuhh… ohh!” I moaned, my head beginning to spin from the sensation of my daughter’s mouth on my cock.
“What was that, baby?”
I shook myself out of the stupor as my wife called out to me from the kitchen.
“Uh! Oh, I… uhh… Nothing! Just… noticed something.”
I tried to stop myself from making noises and hoped the sound of the razor would drown out anything audible from the bathroom. Quickly, I opened the tap to get some water running, hoping that this would help as well. Alisha was also getting louder…
“Mh… mh! Sllrrpphh… MMM!”
“Quiet! Quiet…” I hushed her.
I was getting more and more nervous. Surely, Ava must have heard something. She could walk in on us any second!
Alisha didn’t even look up at me. She just continued sucking cock like she’d never done anything else before in her life. Every time she pushed her head forwards, I felt the tip of my cock nudging against her soft palate. She tried pushing further, seemingly attempting to get my cock all the way down her throat, but she wasn’t quite able to do it. Then she let her tongue whirl all around the tip instead, giving me intense stimulation for a few seconds before trying to swallow me again.