He let out another gasp that deteriorated into a moan. “So, so badly. I’m desperate for you, daddy.”
A shudder ripped through me. My cock had already sprung to life, but now it pulsed with need, wanting to plunge into Felix’s depths and claim him over and over again.
When I was finished peppering kisses into his neck, I kissed his mouth. This time I wasn’t so gentle. Our teeth and tongues met. Felix melted and allowed my rough exploration until his lips were swollen and sensitive.
“Daddy,” he whimpered. “It feels good when you kiss me like that.”
“You like it when I’m rough with you?”
“Yes,” he said. “But only because I know you love me.”
My heart filled with affection and I broke the kinky play for just a moment to kiss him gently on the cheek. When I brushed my thumb over his lips and found him smiling, I knew he wanted me to continue.
“I love you more than anything,” I said. “Now, do you want me to keep playing with your cock, boy?”
The desperation in his voice was crystal clear. “Yes, yes, please.”
I gently stroked his hard length through his pants as he moaned. “You’re such a good boy for minding your manners, and good boys get to cum.”
He let out a keening noise. “Really?”
I grunted in reply. “Yes. But not until I say so.”
“All right,” he murmured. “I’ll be good for daddy.”
A huge thrum of pleasure made my cock throb.Fuck, if that doesn’t make me want to plow him right here and now . . .
I forced myself to be patient. Right now it was about Felix’s pleasure, not mine--although feeling my mate squirm with desperation beneath me wasn’t a bad feeling at all. My own cock pressed almost painfully in the confines of my pants, but it wouldn’t be freed yet. Not until Felix finished.
With a grunt, I brought my knee forward and pushed Felix’s legs further apart. He obliged without complaint. He loved it when I manipulated his body, and I enjoyed the extra layer of control to know by touch alone where each part of his body lay.
“Can you do something for daddy?” I asked.
“Yes. Anything.”
“Good boy. Unzip your pants and lower them for me. But not all the way. Just enough that I can touch your bare cock.”
He shivered at my words. “Yes, daddy.”
After a moment of rustling and sliding fabric, Felix said, “There. My cock is out.”
I rewarded him by taking it back in my grip. He gasped at the sudden sharp contact of skin on skin. His flesh was hard and hot, pulsating in my fist. I recognized the spasmic twitching as a telltale sign that Felix was close to orgasm.
And just by being fondled against a wall,I thought smugly.
Felix lost all sense of shame as I stroked his cock in rhythmic motions. He rolled his head back, then forward into the crook of my neck, moaning the entire time. He bucked his hips in desperation, and I didn’t scold him for it. My boy was experiencing too much raw pleasure for me to want to discipline him.
It wasn’t often anymore that I wished for my sight back--but right now, I would have given anything for a glimpse of his face.
“Tell me what expression you’re making right now,” I ordered.
Felix paused, a bit startled. Then he said, “My cheeks are all hot. And my lips feel swollen from your rough kisses earlier.”
I groaned at the description and pumped his cock harder.
“F-fuck, daddy . . .”
“Keep going.”
