Dom kisses me, slow and sweet.
“I’m proud of you,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“For what?”
He kisses me deeper.
“For being Daddy’s good little boy.” His hand drops to the fastens of my slacks. “For being nice to your sister.” The button comes undone. The zipper follows. “For doing your best.”
I have no brain to think when he dips his hand down my pants and cups me. His fingers curl around the hard shaft already waiting for him and squeezes, and I groan.
“Fuck!”
Dom smirks. His wrist tugs on me with hard pumps that send me back against the countertop, elbows braced on the linoleum. My feet part and that’s all the invitation he needs to dip deeper.
He cups my balls hard enough to send my eyes rolling back.
“I think you deserve a treat, don’t you?”
I don’t know anything about anything when he drops to his knees. Just the sight of him down there has me leaking. Has a thick dribble of precum running down my shaft to coat his stroking fingers.
He licks it.
Runs his tongue up the underside to the purple head, gathering my mess before closing his lips over and down to the base.
“God, fuck, baby!” I whine, hips jerking forward.
Fingers fisting in his hair, holding him, guiding him as he pulls back, sucks lightly on the cap before taking me deep once more. He gets into the perfect rhythm. A slow, steady pace that has my hips matching his pace.
His dark eyes watch my face, lock with mine the way he knows gets me hard. I’ve never had another guy go down on me, but I know no one can curl my toes the way he can with his tongue.
“Shit,” I wheeze, balls tightening. “Going to cum…”
His lips hit my base, my head nestles in his throat. He swallows once and my head falls back. My eyes squeeze shut.
I cum down his throat with choking force, but he swallows every drop and sucks a few more times to make sure he gets everything.
Satisfied I have no more to give, he pushes to his feet, face twisted up into that smirk I love.
“Love your fucking mouth,” I pant, hand shooting out to grip the back of his head.
I yank him to me and kiss him. I force my tongue down his throat to reclaim my jizz still hot across his. My free hand drops to the front of his pants. I pop open the button.
“My turn,” I growl against his mouth. “Want you in my ass, Daddy.”
Dom half growls, half whines as I fish his beautiful cock free and fist him. His eyes are opaque. Twin pits of scorching hunger that reignite my dick to life.
“Take your clothes off and get on the sofa, Nicky.”
I do not question.
I hurry to the sofa, ripping my top up over my head and kicking my shoes off. My pants quickly follow and I’m on the sofa, cock swollen and eager.
Dom moves much slower, dark amusement gleaming in his eyes as he rounds to face me with only his top discarded. The firelight washes along the hard lines and grooves of that delicious torso I could spend hours worshiping.
“On your knees, little whore. You’re taking Daddy’s seed in your tight ass.”
I have to fist my cock and squeeze to keep the pressure down. I’m already so close, I know it’s going to take nothing to make me cum, and Dom knows it.
