“Oh, that’s what you want, is it?” I drop both hands.
“Shit—” He buckles a little and I can feel the muscles in his thighs and ass go tight.
I grab his ass, digging my nails into his hide. “Go upstairs and put a towel down.”
He swallows before nodding. “Yes, Roderick.”
He leaves, water still in the sink.
I drain it and wipe down the counter, giving him a head start up the stairs. I try to play, it cool but I still haven’t mastered casually walking with a massive hard on in sweatpants. Not to mention his round ass is extra tight going up stairs. Once we’re in the bedroom, I take off my shirt and grab his underwear. I rub the soft fabric between my fingers, waiting for him to cover the bed with a towel.
“Lay on your back.”
While he gets into place I take a sniff, that earthy aroma making my cock twitch. He watches me with eager eyes. I pull my sweats and briefs down just enough for my cock to spring free and start stroking myself with his boxers.
“Did you want these back?”
“They’re all yours,” he sighs, batting his eyelashes like this is the most romantic thing in the world.
I kick my sweats off and finally join him on the bed, slotting myself between his legs. I line up our cocks so they’re not quite touching. He’s so fucking massive compared to me—and I’ve been praised for having a damn nice dick.
“You’re so huge, I don’t think I could fit you in my mouth if I tried.” I lift a brow. “Do you want me to try?”
“Yes—please.”
“I could just spit on your oversized cock. That would be enough for you, I’m sure.”
“Please—” He starts to say more but swallows it back.
“Don’t be shy, tell Daddy what you want him to do to your heavy cock.”
His chest heaves. “I want to see you choke on it…”
I wrap his cock and mine in his underwear, our shafts pressed together. “Once I’m done, if you’re good and don’t finish before me, I’ll suck you off.”
His head rolls back into the mattress, groaning, “Thank you, Roderick.”
I rub us both, taking a few strokes before rolling my hips for extra friction.
He groans. “You’re such a good Daddy.”
“You make it easy…” He’s so relaxed into the mattress and I can’t reach his face. “Kiss me. Let me give your cock a little preview.”
He sits up and leans forward. I catch his lips, teasing his tongue with mine. My hand is steady, having no illusions about my own stamina. He’s so perfect. So giving and needy all at once. It would be so easy to finish on his stomach right away, but I want to savor this—and torture him for as long as possible.
I force myself to stop. I release his cock easily, but it’s harder to pull my lips from his.
He pants like he’s nearly drowned.
I grab the base of his horn to make sure he stays put and plant a kiss on his forehead. I nuzzle into his hair. There’s that musk of wet earth with a hint of pine scented shampoo. He jerks forward to bury his face in my chest. I take advantage of his position and settle on his hips. His cock throbs against the rounds of my ass.
“Fuck—” he mutters against my pecs. I notice him fisting the sheets.
My lips brush against his ear. “Stroke my cock.”
He does as he’s told, giving me long, deep strokes. I tongue his ear, slipping in a few words of encouragement here and there.
“That’s it… fuck me… so good…”
