Dayton complies, easing a second finger in. I feel impossibly full but know it’s nothing compared to the thick length of his cock. He pumps slowly, dragging out the wonderful burn.
“Just like that,” I moan, fisting my hands in the sheets. “Fuck, you’re so good.”
“You’re so hot and perfect. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
“How hard are you going to fuck me?” I growl. “I need everything you can give me.”
“Patience, Fare. I want you mindless with pleasure, begging for my cock, before I give it to you.”
“Yes.” This is what I want. My Summer Prince, alive and wild. His confidence returns as we fall into a familiar routine.
He spreads his fingers, stretching me wider, and I thrash my head against the pillow. It’s too much and not enough all at once. Dayton’s hot breath ghosts over my straining erection. I shudder in anticipation, clawing at his golden hair.
“Tell me what you want,” he teases, his mouth brushing the sensitive tip of my cock.
“Suck me. Take me into your perfect mouth. I want to feel your lips wrapped around me as you finger me open.”
Dayton’s eyes darken with lust at my filthy words. “As you wish.”
He swallows me down without preamble, taking my length deep into his hot, wet mouth.
“Just like that,” I groan, holding his head in place.
Dayton moans, the vibrations causing my hips to arch. He bobs, my cock sinking deeper into his throat each time. All the while, his hand continues pumping.
“Dayton,” I pant, my voice ragged. “If you keep going, I’m going to come.”
He pulls off my cock, his lips swollen and glistening. “Not yet.”
Dayton scissors his fingers, the sensation like bottled lightning. He presses sloppy kisses to my inner thighs as he works a third finger inside me.
“Look at you, opening up so beautifully for me,” he praises, voice dripping in honey. “Ready to be filled up, Fare? You’re going to be ruined for anyone else.”
“I already am,” I hiss, undulating my hips to take his fingers deeper. “And you are mine. No other man ever gets to see you so wrecked and desperate like this.”
“Truly, I am yours, my Autumn Prince.”
Something snaps inside me at his words, a primal urge to dominate, to possess. I grip Dayton’s wrist, stopping his teasing touch. With a surge of strength, I flip us again so I’m straddling his hips, his hard length still trapped within his pants. I rock against him, relishing the low groan that escapes his throat.
I lean down, my breath whispering over the shell of his ear. “Surrender to me,” I murmur. “I may let you inside me, but never doubt that I own you, body and soul.”
Dayton shudders, a moan escaping his kiss-swollen lips. “Fare,” he breathes, arching up to grind his hard length against mine.
I sit back on my heels, my gaze raking over Dayton’s glorious form splayed out before me like an offering. His bronzed skin glistens with sweat, muscles rippling as he writhes with need.
I take my time unlacing Dayton’s trousers, my fingers grazing along the prominent bulge. He bucks his hips impatiently, a needy whine escaping his throat.
“Easy, my golden prince,” I purr, dragging the pants down his muscular thighs with deliberate slowness. “I want to savor unwrapping my prize.”
Finally, Dayton’s massive cock springs free, slapping against his taut abdomen. I drink in the sight, thick and straining, the engorged head glistening with precum. It juts proudly from a nest of golden curls.
“Look at you,” I breathe reverently, trailing a single finger along the throbbing shaft. “So big and hard for me.”
Dayton shudders at my featherlight touch, his abdominal muscles tightening. “You’re well aware of the effect you have on me.”
I wrap my hand around his girth, marveling at how my fingers barely meet. He’s so thick, deliciously hot and heavy against my palm as I give him a slow pump from root to tip.
“Mm-hmm, I can’t wait to feel this splitting me open.” I squeeze his crown and delight in the bead of moisture that wells up.
