“Out,” I growled. “Now.”
Holland and Darcy didn’t hesitate and both quickly left. Darcy twisted the lock on the door behind himself on his way into the hall, and I appreciated that thoughtfulness. No way did I want an interruption.
My cock was so hard it nearly hurt. Jaxson licked his lips and stared at my crotch. “Daddy, I was bad.”
“Oh, I’m sure you couldn’t have been. Tell me what you did.” My fingers tingled to touch that fertile belly. Fuck, I wanted to be between his thighs so bad. I didn’t care how. I wanted my face buried between his asscheeks, my cock in his hole, and just to stare at him—all at the same time. One night with him this way would never be enough.
“I went online, Daddy, while you weren’t around. I….” He flushed and stared at the floor. His shoulders rose and fell and he bit his lip. “I looked at some pictures, Daddy, of pregnant men like me.”
The thought of him sitting around, staring at men with baby bellies… maybe with his dick in his hand, only turned up the fire on my own lust. “That’s not bad. You’re my little baker, cooking me a bun in your oven. Of course you got hot and wanted some relief, but you know I want to take care of your needs.”
He moaned and waddled a few steps closer. I rushed forward and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He turned against me, and his belly was so huge, it kept us apart. I pressed my leaking cock against it and shivered at the pressure.
“Some of the men were getting fucked in those pictures by huge cocks, and I wanted it. I wanted to be fucked like they were.” He shuffled back a step and reached straight down, and while I knew there had to be a way for him to touch his cock, the issue was immediately clear. Without some interesting gymnastics, he couldn’t reach his own dick. Heat rushed my body, and for half a second I felt lightheaded with it. My cock throbbed, and for a brief moment I thought I would splooge like a teenager with no stamina just at the sight of him. I placed my hands on either side of his massive bump.
“You can’t reach?”
He frowned pitifully, and at the front of my mind I knew he was playing along, playing the role, but he looked so fucking sad, and I wanted to do anything to make it better.
“Oh, Daddy will take care of you, my sweet little belly bitch. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
He glanced up at me, face still rosy all over, and I didn’t know if I’d ever been this hard. My cock struggled uncomfortably against my briefs, and I opened my zipper for some relief. He whimpered, gaze glued to my bulge, which didn’t help cool me down at all.
“Fuck, I want you to ride me. I want to see you use my cock to fuck yourself.”
His mouth was shiny and red like he’d been sucking on his bottom lip, and I wanted it. I attacked and ate at his lips. He leaned up and parted his soft mouth in invitation, and I fucked my tongue into his heat, twisting my fingers in the dark curls at the back of his head to tilt him farther. He’d had a long day, and I knew that, and it was an emotional one, too. Part of me wanted to treat him like glass because he looked like he should be put on a pillow and protected right now, with his belly full of a baby, but the rest of me wanted to fucking wreck him, and that’s the part that won.
“You’re mine,” I said.
“Yes, Daddy.”
That breathy acknowledgement of who he belonged to packed a bizarre emotional punch. I slipped the cock ring and lube into my pants pocket while my chest went light with excitement, and reached around him to grasp his middle, pressing the belly between us as I flexed and then picked him up. He wasn’t that much smaller than me, but I was able to manage. He latched his hands to my shoulders and tried to wrap his legs around me, but it was awkward, and I fucking loved that, too, because the belly was making him struggle.
He had to let me take care of him.
Growling, I reached the bed and then dropped him onto the blankets.
“Daddy?” he gasped.
I tugged at his pants, which weren’t belted very tightly below the belly, then stripped his pants and boxers down and tugged his shoes off at the same time, so that his clothes were a big balled-up mess when I tossed them aside. I bent and stripped his socks off. He let out a whine as I placed a kiss on his bulging belly.
“Daddy, please.” He tried to reach around his belly for his cock, and I snagged his wrists and used my weight to pin his hands above his head.
“Are you allowed to do that?”
His eyes went wider and he squirmed in place. “Please, I need you, Daddy. I need your seed.”
Fire burned through me and stole my breath. Firmly I trapped his hands above his head and bent to devour his sweet, filthy fucking mouth. He stuck his tongue out and I sucked it, which earned me a small whimper. I fluttered the tip of my tongue against his as he wrapped his legs around me.
“Daddy,” he wheezed as he twisted his head to the side. “You’re leaning too hard on my belly. It’s hard to breathe.”
I rested my hands on either side of his body and just stared at him panting and red-faced, his feet hooked around my lower back. Shoving off the bed, I rescued the cock ring and lube from my pocket and tossed them next to him before I slipped my pants down and then pushed off my underwear. My damned shoes wouldn’t move when I tried to toe the fuckers loose, so I stepped back to fight with them. My socks went next. I peeled off my shirt over my head, sending a button flying, not bothering with finesse because I just wanted to be naked with him.
He strained and was just able to caress his engorged dick with his fingertips. His brow furrowed and he collapsed back against the bed with a groan.
“You have to wait for Daddy,” I murmured and sank to my knees between his legs, which were hanging down off the side of the bed. “You’re too far along to do it yourself.” Seeing his dick strain and bump the curved underside of the belly gave me the purest dirty fucking thrill of my life. “Jaxson,” I whispered and bent his dick toward me. Sucking and slurping, I moved from his balls to the fat, leaking tip. He cried out and arched his hips. Using my tongue, I dug into his slit to chase the musky drops of precum.
“Beautiful,” I murmured and sucked a kiss to his pretty cockhead that had him trying to sit up, but he was struggling with the belly in the way. I stood and lifted his thighs, parting them just so I could see the belly between his spread legs with his dick pointing toward the ceiling, tip rosy and fucking edible. “Fuck yes.” I dropped his legs and held out my hands. He laced his fingers with mine and I hoisted him to his feet.
