I’m so weak for him, it’s not even funny.
I sigh as his tongue slips into my mouth, teasing mine — caressing it, even.
I whimper and chase after him when he lazily draws away, hitching my thighs up his sides while his cockhead nudges at my entrance, blood-hot and thick.
“You still want my dick, precious?”
“Yes. Fuck yes. Green light, Daddy.”
That’s all he needs before he pushes inside, driving in steadily, but slowly, making sure that I feel every glorious inch. We both groan and pant, and when he’s fully seated, his balls nestled snugly above the curve of my cheeks, he leans down to kiss me again.
This time the kiss is sloppier. Needier. Filthier. It’s all tongue and wetness and barely restrained desperation.
Then he starts to talk, murmuring delicious, dirty praises as his hips begin a torturously slow roll and grind.
“You feel so good, Miles. So tight around me. Fuck, you fit me like a glove.”
“Daddy,” I gasp as his rolling nudges that spot inside me that makes me see stars, “Daddy, please. I need…”
“What do you need? Say it, Miles.” He thrusts again with a bit more force, aiming for that same spot and hitting his mark with unfair accuracy. I arch from the mattress, crying out, but he insists, “Say it.”
“More!” I cry, the word bursting from somewhere deep in my chest. “More, Daddy! H-harder —ohhh— faster. Fuck me hard.Use me.”
“Oh,God,” his curse is guttural and raw, sending tingles from my toes to my brain and back again, “you’re such. A. Good. Boy.” Every word is punctuated with a hard thrust, gradually increasing in force and speed. I’m starting to see stars. Little bolts of lightning igniting in my veins.
“Daddy,” it’s less word and more like ninety percent air as it’s pushed from me with every delightfully rough shove of his hips and slap of skin connecting, “Daddy. Daddy.Ah. Daddy.”
Pressure has well and truly built at the base of my spine, and it’s all I can do to try and ignore the feeling of Dmitri’s belly rubbing along my cock with each movement. My balls have drawn up so tightly, I’m convinced they’ll be permanently stuck this way. I’m tingling all over, my heart racing and brain completely mush.
“Oh,precious,” Dmitri groans, “you’re clenching…sofucking tight. I’m gonna come.”
Me too,I think, but I’ve lost the ability to speak, concentrating on holding back, instead letting out little “Ungh, ungh, ungh”s as we rock together. I’m practically a pretzel at this point, bent in half with my knees near my ears as Dmitri throws his body weight over me to kiss me again without any finesse at all.
I grip at his shoulders, snaking my trembling hands under the jacket, needing to feel skin on skin.
“Come with me, darling boy,” he demands, “you’ve been so good. You can come now. Come for Daddy. Come—oh, fuck,just like that. Good boy. Good boy.Fuuuuuuck.”
Somewhere in the midst of my convulsing, I realize that he’s coming, too, flooding me with warmth and wetness that feels so naughty as he carefully pulls out, given that it trickles out with him.
I snuggle into Dmitri, dimly aware of Jake cutting filming while I fight the heaviness of my eyelids.
He chuckles and gives me a gentle shake. “C’mon, honey, let’s go shower.”
“Oh, bonus content?” one of the camera guys asks, and Dmitri shakes his head.
“Not today.” He glances over at Jake. “How’d we do for timing? Do we need to add to the scene?”
“I don’t think we’ll need to trim much in editing from what I saw, so I think that’s a wrap.” Jake grins. “I have a good feeling about this one.”
Feeling a bit more awake and alert, my lips quirk. “What will it be called?”
Jake frowns. “The same thing it was going to be called when you were booked for the gig.Miracle On 69thStreet.”
If I’d known that…
“But we didn’t even sixty-nine,” I protest. “You don’t think people will expect that?”
Jake shrugs. “It’s porn, Miles. It’s not that complex.”
