Page 38 of Ruined

Try? I don’t want to try; I want to do it. “Toys? Okay, but…”

“No buts,” he says softly. “Until then, would you like Daddy to kiss you here?”

My breath hitches as he runs a finger down my crease, stroking my hole. “Yeah. Yes, please.” I part my legs, and I feel him settling between them and placing two hands on my cheeks. He spends a few moments just stroking them, and I flick my gaze over my shoulder, afraid he’s changed his mind.

He inhales a deep breath, and when he speaks, he sounds overcome, like he’s in pain. “You’re so beautiful, Ollie. You have no idea.”

Well, I don’t know what I look like from his angle, but—oh…

The moment his wet tongue laps at my hole, I grab the sheets with both hands, moaning into the pillow. He doesn’t stop there—he kisses my hole, circles it with his tongue, and prods it with the tip, softly at first, then delving deeper.

“Holy shit, uhh…” I melt into the mattress, pressing my ass back into his touch.

The bristles of his beard rasp my cheeks—something I never knew would feel so good. It adds to the pleasure of what’s already happening, which is already so overwhelming. The sound of his low hums and the wetness of his tongue burrowing into me have me dripping precum onto the sheets, and whimpers of pleasure spills from my lips.

He pulls back for a moment. “Good?”

I chase his touch, arching my back so far it hurts. “Yeah. So good. Please don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t. He eats my hole until my thighs are trembling, until shivers run through my body. When he reaches between my legs and grasps my leaking dick, I’m not even sure if I need it. I come the moment he touches me, letting out loud, long moans as he keeps kissing and licking my hole.

It’s the best I’ve ever felt. Nothing comes close. After I’ve stopped moaning, he slowly pulls back from my ass, and his beard tickles my skin as he gives both cheeks a kiss.

I turn around, gazing up at him in awe.

“Was that good?” he asks with a smile.

At a loss for words, I only nod, and he smiles again and kisses me.

“Tell me what to do,” I gasp against his lips, eager for him to take the lead and give me instructions on how to please him. It still feels like he’s holding back. I want him to let go fully and take control. He gave me pleasure—now I want to give him the same. I’m a bit worried he won’t let me.

“Come here.” He reverses our positions and lifts me on top of him.

I feel his erection press against my thigh, hot and hard and wet with precum. Then we kiss some more. God, I love kissing him. I kiss his bearded cheek, his chin, his neck. I kiss his shoulders, both nipples, and inhale his scent. So warm. So soft. When I press my nose to the tuft of hair between his pecs, he chuckles and strokes the back of my head. I look up, flashing him a smile.

“You like it that bad, huh?” he murmurs, eyes darkening with lust.

“Sorry,” I say, feeling like I’m taking it too far, like I’m showing my obsession too much.

“You don’t need to say sorry, Oliver. Never say sorry for what you want.” He slides his thumb over my lips. “You want this, right?”

Instead of saying it with words, I take his thumb between my lips and suck it down, tasting the salt of his skin as I hear the growl rumbling in his chest.

I pop his thumb out of my mouth and look at him, eyes pleading. “Want to taste Daddy’s cock.”

He inhales a sharp breath and lets it out in a groan. “Christ, Oliver.”

“Can I? Please?” I’m already pretty sure he’ll let me, but I want him to take the lead and tell me what to do.

“Yeah.” He licks his lips, brow furrowed and eyes dark with arousal. “Go ahead.”

All my senses are on hyperalert as I climb down his body until I’ve settled between his legs, eyes level with his…

I let out a surprised breath.

Up close, it looks even bigger than before, with a fat, glistening head and a thick shaft nestled in dark pubic hair. I wrap my fingers around it, feeling the weight of it in my hand. Heart pounding, I dip my head and lick his slit, and his flavor explodes on my tongue. Salt, musk, and something intensely masculine. I’m already obsessed.

I flick my eyes up to him as I run my tongue further down, wanting to taste him all over. He groans as I lick his balls, at the sweat there, his scent more intense here than anywhere else. I lap at his cock like I’ve been starved for it, because I have.