He looks up at me through his lashes, and the word falls from his lips like a prayer: “Yes, Daddy.”
I turn the speed up to the last setting, and Ryan gasps. Still holding him by the chin, I become completely overwhelmed by the scene in front of me, by everything that's happened this morning, by everything with Ryan that has led here.
“Good,” I say, my voice fierce. “Because this is the only way you're ever going to get to live out your fantasy.”
He blinks at me, and I continue, “Because that ass…that ass is mine, baby.”
Ryan's eyes widen. “What… what did you just call me? Oh, God, that's gonna make me come, Spence.”
I shove my cock back in his mouth. “Come for me, my pretty little slut. Come for me while you swallow my load.”
He groans around me, and I watch as he strokes himself and comes onto the blanket beneath, his body convulsing with the force of it. The sight unravels me. I grip his head between my hands and lift my ass up off the bench, and with two quick thrusts, I'm spilling down his throat.
I quiver as I feel Ryan's tongue milking my load out of me, swallowing everything I give him. After I've completely emptied my balls in his mouth, I lean back on the bed, catching my breath.
I snap back to attention when I hear Ryan whining and moaning again. I look up, realizing the machine is still going, but Ryan is just rutting against it, moaning, and his dick is jutting out, hard again.
“Holy shit,” I say in amazement. “You're going to come again, aren't you?”
Ryan just whines, “Spence.”
I maneuver myself off the bench and behind him, pouring lube in my hand. I reach down and grab his dick. “Look at my pretty, pretty princess and his big ass dick leaking everywhere.”
Ryan throws his head back, and I grind out on a gravelly voice, “You really can't get enough, can you?”
He just shakes his head, and I kiss each of his dimples, then start stroking his cock. It only takes a few strokes and Ryan comes again, practically screaming out his pleasure: “Oh fuck fuck fuck. Oh fffuuuck. Spence. Jesusgoddamnmotherfuckingchrist.”
Ryan's shaking uncontrollably now, so I turn off the machine and soothe him, rubbing his back and massaging his hips to help him back into an upright position. I shift him away from the machine and press my front to his back, burying my face in the crook of his shoulder and gently kissing his neck.
I whisper, “Are you okay?”
Ryan laughs, breathless. “Are you kidding me? I'm fucking floating.”
I chuckle. “Let's get you on the bed.”
I help Ryan to the bed, and he collapses, starfishing on the sheets. I laugh and say, “I'm going to go grab us some water and text Tyler. See if he can hang out another day.”
Ryan nods. “Tell Little Man I'm sorry.”
“None of that. He'll still look up to you.”
Ryan huffs. “Maybe.”
“Stop.” I soften my voice. “Don't get me wrong though, he's going to give us a rash of shit until the end of time, but he's not going to think any less of either of us.”
Ryan just hums. I gather up the blanket from the floor and detach the dildo to go wash in the bathroom. “I'll be back.”
“Bring my phone back with you, please,” Ryan says.
I sigh. “Yeah. But I'm going to monitor what you look at, deal?”
“Deal. Just hurry back.”
Thirty-Seven
Kiss Me
Ryan
