couldn’t rebound quickly. If I came down his throat, we’d have to hold off until after he got home
from work tonight and that wasn’t an option. “You can be my little cock warmer tonight, but you’ve
got to stop before I come, Sammy.”
He released my dick and licked his lips. “I was trying to make sure I had a balanced breakfast,
Daddy. You’re the one who says I can’t live on just juice in the mornings.”
Oh, he was being a cheeky little shit. He was definitely working his way up to a spanking. I filed
that information away for later.
“Where are you supposed to be?” While he shuffled up to the head of the bed, I grabbed a condom
out of the drawer. I kneeled on the bed between his legs, spreading them wider to put him on full
display for me. He tipped his head to the side as I covered his body with mine.
“I’ll only say it once but remember you can decide it’s too much at any time. I won’t be upset with
you,” I reassured him before nipping and kissing my way down his neck. He cried out into my mouth
as I shoved two fingers inside of him. His hips bucked off the bed, meeting my hand with very thrust,
his arms wound tightly around my neck, keeping me from breaking the kiss. “Fuck baby, you’re
gorgeous when you let go.”
“Please, Daddy. Go slow next time,” he pleaded. “I don’t wanna wait anymore. Want to be
yours.”
“Oh sweetheart, you already are,” I pointed out. Even if we never went any further than we had,
he was mine as much as I was his. His body clenched around my fingers and his dick throbbed against
my palm. There were definite benefits to my boy’s body, and I absolutely loved how compact he was,
how easy it was to send him into the stratosphere. “You’re tight. I don’t know if I’ll last very long.”
I didn’t want him to think less of me, but I was about ninety percent sure I was going to be a
minute man. The long, drawn out fucking in porn was an exaggeration on a good day, but when I felt
like the past few weeks had all been foreplay leading up to this moment, I didn’t stand a chance.
Sammy sat up, running his hands along my thighs while I opened the condom wrapper. “Can I help
you with that, Daddy?”
Even if I’d been able to deny him anything, the longing in his eyes as he held out his hand would
have broken me. I rose and place the condom in his hand. When he rolled the latex over my shaft, I
had to bite down on my lip, focusing on the pain to keep me from shooting off before it was even in
place.
