Page 13 of Milk for His Daddy


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“I’m good, just fuck me. Please.”

“Begging is good, but I need to get a condom first.”

He whines like a brat, so I smack his ass.

“We need to be safe.” I always use protection, but I’ve fucked a lot of guys since my last test three months ago, like alotof guys, and I would never risk anyone’s health like that. “Wait here.”

“But…”

I run to grab my coat, and I’m rolling the condom on before I even get back to him.

Wasting no time, I press into his tight hot channel. Whit groans and shifts forward.

“I’ll be gentle.” I don’t want to hurt him, and I was rough with him earlier.

“No! Hard. I want to feel you tomorrow.”

My dick throbs at the thought of fucking him hard, so I grip his hips and pull him back onto me while pushing inside.

“Yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me!” he practically screams.

“Oh yeah, you feel so good. So tight and hot. Such a cock slut.”

“More.” He pants and grips the sides of the table, trying to hold himself still while I pound him into oblivion.

Bending over and kissing his shoulder, I whisper in his ear. Well, as close as I can get to his ear since he’s tall as fuck.

“Be careful what you wish for. I’ve got stamina for days.” Now I bite down, and he cries out so loudly I’m worried that he might have come. “Did you just come?” I demand.

“No, no! It was close, but I held it in.”

“Good boy,” I growl. “Good boy.”

“Thank you…” His words cut off like he wanted to say something else, but I forget about that and get back to the fucking.

“Just know, even if you come first, I’m not stopping until I’m done.”

“Don’t stop, please don’t!”

“Yeah, you like me using you like a hole?”

“Uh-huh,” he murmurs.

“You like me taking you for myself?” I stop thrusting and roll my hips. Whit cries out again and clenches around my dick, hard. This time I know he came. His walls are hugging me so tight I can barely move. His grunts and moans are broken as he comes apart under me. When he finally relaxes, his body goes limp across the table, and I pull almost all the way out before slamming back into his body.

Whit cries out and tenses again before giving in and letting me ravage him.

“Such a good boy,” I purr. “You’re taking me so well.”

My mind goes blank with lust, and I lose track of time as I wreck his hole.

In and out, harder, faster, more?—

“Daddy,” he whines, and I snap back to the real world.

“Remember what I said?”

“Yes.”