“A perfect fit,” I agreed. I rolled my hips slowly, watching him move on top of me. He moaned in concert with my thrusts, long neck bared as an offering. My pleasure was second only to the connection we shared, the way he responded on instinct to my every subtle shift and wordless command. His body was an instrument I was still learning to play, but I sure liked the sound of it.
“Is that good for you, baby boy?” I asked. “Am I giving you what you need?”
“Yes, Daddy, I can feel you brushing against my womb.”
“I want to put a pup in you so bad,” I whispered into his hair. His eyes flashed open to meet mine, and he bit his lower lip with his sharp teeth, drawing blood. I kissed his bloody lips. “Don’t worry, baby. You said yourself, it can’t happen.”
“I know,” he said softly.
“But I do want to breed you. That’s my kink. Coating your insides with my seed and then plugging your hole. Your mouth warming my cock until I’m ready to go again. Dumping load after load in your sweet cunt and watching you struggle to keep it inside you.”
“Oh, Daddy,” he said, a little breathless.
“You want to be Daddy’s little cumslut?”
“Yes. As much as you want to give me, I’ll take it. I’m a greedy boy, Daddy.”
With my dick now meeting no resistance, I rewarded his patience by bottoming out inside him. He gasped and cried out so prettily.
“Goddess above,” he said, eyelids fluttering.
“You like that?”
“Love that, Daddy. Do it again.”
I pulled back and slid in deep, holding him there while I nudged the opening of his womb. It fluttered against my cockhead, as delicate as butterfly wings. He keened like a wolf pup and shivered from the sensation.
“Has anyone touched you there before?” I asked.
“No, you’re the first.”
The prideful part of me liked that, but I knew the danger in it too. My dick alone wasn’t enough to keep him–I’d learned that lesson the hard way. Tugging on his hair, I forced his face to the side and sucked a berry-red bruise on his pale neck, marking my territory for everyone at the bar to see. As much as I liked seeing the shape of my mouth there, I wanted something more permanent, to brand him, collar him, tattoo my name on his ass.
“Your skin tastes so sweet, so smooth and soft, decorated like a work of art,” I murmured while thrusting into him again. My balls slapped against his backside, his pert cheeks pillowing his descent. “I like your warm sticky hole too, so tight around my cock. Flex for me baby, show Daddy what you can do.” He tightened up around me, sucking me in deeper. “Yeah, I wantyou to do that when I come, Skylar. Suck my seed into your womb where it belongs. Be my little breeder.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Atta boy. What are greedy little holes like yours good for?” I asked, giving him a few short pumps to make him bounce.
“They’re good for taking Daddy’s dick and draining the cum from his big, hairy balls.”
I smiled. “That’s right, and I’m going to be soaking your insides soon enough.”
“I want it,” he said.
I stretched my neck and ground out my lust. Reaching around to his backside, I felt where my cock was slipping in and out of him, such an erotic slide of flesh. His tattoos shimmered and shifted like heat waves, and I watched them, momentarily dazed, while we fucked like animals in the enchanted cave.
“Can I hold onto your horns?” he asked.
I tilted my head as an invitation and his fingers wrapped around their base. I shivered from the sensitivity. It was rare for me to allow anyone to touch my horns, but I liked giving Skylar that measure of control. I rearranged our positioning so that I was sitting on my ass to give my knees a break and let him take over for a spell. Gripping my horns, he rode me at his leisure, body undulating like a ribbon, violet eyes blown out with lust, and his red mouth open and panting. Watching him grind on my dick was enough to make me come undone, but I held it together, wanting to stretch out this exquisite pleasure a little longer.
“You’re going to have to ride home with that rip in your pants and my cum leaking out of your backside,” I mused, liking the sound of it. “You’re going to make a mess of my bike, just like I’m making a mess of you.”
“Daddy, I’m so close. I’m ready for your load,” he said while bouncing on my dick, flush-faced and glowing.
“Not yet, baby boy,” I murmured with a little too much affection as my hands latched onto his ass cheeks to slow him down.
“Please, Daddy,” he begged, his voice ragged, the hair at his temples damp with sweat.
