He whines in frustration.
I kneel on the bed, over his chest, and nuzzle the head of my cock against his lips. He parts them instantly and darts his tongue out to lick my slit. I shiver. He widens his lips, forming a perfect O which is wide enough to allow my cock to pass. I only give him the head, no more, but he licks and sucks it like it’s the tastiest thing he’s ever had in his mouth. Then I pull my cock free. He responds with an even bigger pout and a louder, more huffy whine.
“Whose in charge, boy?”
“You are, Daddy,” he replies petulantly.
I get off the bed. “Roll over onto your stomach. Arms above your head.”
He obeys, resting his right cheek on the mattress. I gather his wrists in one hand, pinning them to the bed. I flip the lube cap open with my other hand and drizzle a generous amount of his crack. I use my finger to rub it, warming it as I caress and tease his hole.
He whimpers and moans. “I need your finger inside me, Daddy.”
I stop. I don’t take my finger away from him, but I stop massaging and stroking.
“Daddy!”
“What do you want, boy?”
“Your finger inside me.Please, Daddy!”
I chuckle. “I told you I was going to make you beg.”
“I am begging, Daddy.” He wriggles his arse. “I need your finger, Daddy. I need your cock. I’m desperate for you. Please.”
If he’s this desperate already, what’s he going to be like a few minutes from now, when I’ve warmed his arse up?
“Good boy,” I tell him, before slipping my finger through his tight ring of muscle, into his hot channel. “Oh, fuck, boy, you feel so good.”
He chuckles. “So do you, Daddy.”
I hold him down as I warm his arse up leisurely, making sure I stimulate his prostate on every stroke. I’m going to take my time. He’ll squirm, moan, and beg before I let him orgasm.
“Oh, Daddy!” His voice gets lower and lower every time he groans out my title. “Daddy!”
I gradually increase the number of fingers I’m using until I’m satisfied he’s relaxed enough to take my cock.
I remove my fingers and reach for the condom. “Beg for my cock, boy.” I carefully tear the wrapper with my teeth and work the condom out of the foil.
“I want your cock, Daddy. Please give me your cock.”
I roll the condom on, squeeze plenty of lube over my length, and stroke myself off to distribute it, ensuring I create a pleasingthwackso he knows exactly what I’m doing.
“Please, Daddy.” He thrusts his arse in my general direction, pouting prettily. “I’m desperate for you. I’ve been looking forward to having your cock inside me. Give it to me, Daddy. Give it to me hard. I want you to fuck me senseless. It’s goingto be amazing. Please, Daddy. I’ve been a good boy and waited patiently.”
I clear my throat.
“Almost patiently,” he amends. “I’m a good boy, Daddy. I deserve your cock. I want your cock. Ineedyour cock.”
“On your knees, boy.”
I don’t let go of his wrists, making his task more complicated, but he manages to push up onto his knees, so his tempting arse is in the air, begging to be fucked. I let go of his wrists so I can position myself between his spread legs, the gloved head of my cock pressing against his wet, shining, quivering hole.
“Don’t move your hands,” I order. It’ll be next to impossible to restrain him and spank him. So I’ll restrain him with words instead.
“I won’t, Daddy, I promise.”
“Are you ready, boy?”
