Then I couldn’t resist a third. Couldn’t resisthim. Not ever.
I finally tore my mouth away, my throbbing cock and the growing urgency in his movements as he writhed beneath me all the encouragement I needed. I dragged my teeth down over his chin, down the long column of his throat, scraped my unshaven chin down the center of his chest as he wiggled and gasped andletme, my perfect boy, let me have full access, always, to everything.
I growled, seeing how I’d marked his body with a glowing, red line of whisker burn.
“You’re mine, Rene,” I said, running a hand down the path I’d marked and earning a gorgeous shudder. My voice was like gravel as I pressed a kiss just below his navel, his wet cockhead nudging my chin, and repeated my favorite word, “Mine.”
“Yours,” he whispered, thrusting his hips up.
I grinned. “Everything I do for you is also for me,” I reminded him, nipping… sucking… marking him more. “Your pleasure is my pleasure. Your happiness is mine. And this gorgeous body of yours, I live to make itsing.”
He moaned, his hips jerking again, and I held them down and lowered my head, just breathing him in for a moment. The musk of him. The fresh clean skin and the salty, slick wetness. The scent of my body wash, claiming him, and the scent all of his own, that I would never, ever get enough of.
“Daddy,” he whimpered, reaching for me restlessly. “Please, are you…?Daddy!”
“Yes, baby, give Daddy a taste,” I murmured, finally laving my tongue over his quivering stomach… then sucking, biting, teasing my way lower.
But ignoring his cock.
I was after a different taste.
“Please,” Rene whispered again, his hands on my shoulders, then my head, then back to my shoulders.
But I was in charge, and his pretty cock could wait.
“Do you know how sexy you are, sweet boy?” I asked, running my hands down the deep indentation of the V leading to his groin, then smoothing them over his hips and spreading his thighs apart for me. “Do you know how much I ache to bury myself inside you?” I asked, pushing his legs up and back, to put his beautiful hole on display. “How desperate I am to feel you come apart while you ride me, or hold you down and restrain your hands while I give it to you slow and deep, for as long as it takes, until your cock spills for me all on its own? To open you and enter you and make you cry with need as I love all of you?”
Rene’s breath was a choppy mess, his cock jerking wildly. “Yes, please. I mean… I mean, no, I don’t know. I… Daddy.Please. Please do it. I need you. I need—”
“Hold on to these for me, sweetheart,” I said, placing his hands on his bent knees, pushed up to his chest.
And then I spread his beautiful ass wide, and kissed him intimately.
Then speared his hole with my tongue.
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Rene
Daddy was usinghis tongue on me, and it was everything and nothing like I’d imagined. Hot, dirty sounds that I had no control over were coming from my mouth, and if he hadn’t told me to hold my knees for him, my legs—my whole body—might have shaken apart.
“Daddy, oh God, please,” I panted, not sure what I was actually begging for, unless it was that he never stop.
I’d never particularly enjoyed things in my butt before—well, not before Daddy had used his fingers on me, at least—but this was something wholly different. It felt like he’d discovered nerve endings I’d never known I had. Which made sense, because my whole body felt like it had been designed with one purpose—made to belong to my Daddy—and that I’d simply never known it until I’d met him.
“Christ, you’re gorgeous,” he muttered, his mouth stillright there, so the words vibrated right against my hole and sent deliciously filthy ripples racing through me that made me desperate for… foreverything. His hand on my erection and his body pressing me down into the mattress and the taste of his in my mouth and all the addictive things he liked to do to my nipples and his touch… his toucheverywhere. That was what I was desperate for.
And I was desperate for what I’d asked him to do to me, too.
I wantedhim, all of him, buried as deeply inside me as he could go.
I wanted him opening me up and stretching me wide and making me his in this way, too, just like he’d promised.
I wanted that, but I was selfish and greedy and clingy andneedy, because I didn’t want to give this up to get it. I didn’t want to give this upever.
If his mouth never left me, that would be perfect. I could just live in the hot, rippling tides of pleasure that spread out from that hidden part of me. They made me feel half dreamy, half desperate. They made me want to moan and thrash and grind down against his tongue. To beg, beg,begfor more, until my throat was raw.
But I also almost wished Iwashis dollbaby right now. That Icouldn’tmove. That my head was full of quiet, and my body completely his to control.
