He looks down and smiles. “Such a good boy. Getting hard for me already."
His hands roam over my chest, pinching my nipples. "You love when I tell you how good you are, don't you?"
"N-no." My eyelids flutter and I arch into his touch despite myself.
"Yes, you do. You love being my good boy."
Precum leaks from my swollen tip as he takes me apart with deep, angled thrusts. I whimper, trembling on the edge, my balls tight and aching.
My father's voice finally fades, the way it tends to when Rex takes control, and it’s just me and him once again.
His fingers dip into my hair and he jerks my head back, exposing my neck. "Beg me if you want to come."
I clench my jaw and meet his eyes, giving a tiny shake of my head.
He grins wickedly. "We'll see how long you last, boy."
I drop my head with a whine when he releases my hair, my thighs quaking as he starts pounding me again. The slap of our skin echoes in the room, and sweat rolls down my spine, each thrust lighting me up from the inside. In no time, I’m leaking all over him again.
"Feel so good when you're squeezing me." His voice is strained, as if he’s fighting his own peak. "You gonna come for me like a good boy?"
I whimper again, right on the edge but needing more to tip me over.
He grips my leaking cock, stroking firmly. "Ask me nicely."
When it’s clear I won’t, he gives a few well-aimed thrusts to hit my prostate, and the tightness in my balls rushes forward like a tidal wave, clashing against the fire playing along my nerves. I moan, strung out like a wire but unable to fully snap.
Fuck. I can't hold back much longer.
"Do it." He reaches up, grabbing my throat, and he squeezes but not too hard. "Beg for me."
My eyes widen. The sensation is new, and I moan so loud it’s almost a yell. “Please . . . please.”
He smirks. "Please what?"
“Make me come. Oh, God. Rex, make me come. Please!”
"Good boy." He releases my throat to stroke my dick. No, not stroke. He squeezes me now almost harder than I can take, yet still I fuck into his fist as he’s slamming into my ass.
A moment later and I shatter, intense pleasure rocketing through what feels like every cell as I paint his chest. “Don’t stop. Please. Fuck. Rex!”
“So perfect. Keep coming. Such a good boy.” He wrings every bit of warm cum from my dick.
When I squirm, the white-hot bliss having edged into painful overstimulation, Rex finally lets go of my dick. "Did so good, baby boy. Came so pretty."
I collapse forward and go limp in his arms, too blissed out to fight the praise that makes me feel so damn good.
He flips us over, positioning me on my back, then lifts my leg onto his shoulder for better access as he picks up his ruthless pace again.
This time I don't fight the moans spilling from my lips, unable to help it as each movement sends a sharp jolt of painful pleasure through me.
Rex grunts with the effort, brow furrowed, sweat sliding down his stubbled cheeks.
"Too much.”
I try squirming away but he holds me firm, grinding deeper. "Take it for me. You're doing so good."
My damn dick tries getting hard again despite being milked dry and I let out a loud whine, unable to escape the sheer amount of stimulation. "No more. I can't."
