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He’s still moaning softly, and I don’t know if he’ll be able to form words.

“Please… Daddy…” His eyes roll back into his head.

“Is my toy ready to come?”

“Y-yes…god, yes.”

“Come for Daddy, like a good fucktoy.” His whole body begins to shake as I quicken my stroke. Still cupping the back of his neck, I bring his face to my chest.

“Lick my nipple while you come.” Without missing a beat, his tongue darts right out and he latches on. Panting, he sucks and licks like he’s done this a thousand times before. Each time he swipes over my hardened peak, my cock throbs again.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck,” he whispers against my pec. “I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming.”

“That’s a good fucking boy. Come for me. Come for your Daddy.”

The guttural moan that leaves his mouth next threatens to cause me to blow my own load, and I have to fucking bully my cock back into submission. I have plans for it as soon as this little plaything is done.

I move my hand to cup the tip of his dick just in time to feel his warm seed spurt into my palm. Another moment goes by before his seizing body relaxes and he collapses against my chest, hands on my knees as he fights desperately to suck air back into his lungs.

I give him the time he needs to compose himself before I deliver my next command. I have a feeling he’s going to resist this one. But I’d be happy to carry out a punishment for his disobedience.

Once I feel his breathing return to normal, I run my hand up the back of his neck and grab a fistful of his hair. Gently, I lift his head from my chest and find his dreamy gaze.

Did he reach subspace already?

“Wakey wakey, fuckhole. You’re not done yet. You have a mess to clean up.”

His eyes widen a bit more, and he looks down at the floor, presumably searching for the cum he just shot out. Silently, his eyes find mine again, brows furrowed. With a devious smile, I raise my palm to his eye level and open it, revealing a sizeable load of cum dangerously close to oozing between my fingers. Pressing them firmly together, I keep the liquid from dripping.

“Open up for Daddy.” I’m filled with both shock and pride when he listens without any pushback.

I press the edge of my hand against his bottom lip and tilt my palm toward his gaping mouth, draining his cum into it. His head cranes backward, accepting every drop.

“Jesus Christ, Haywood.” I disperse with the nicknames completely, that fucking in awe of what a good fucking boy he’s being. “Stick that tongue out for me. Lick the rest off.”

He grips my wrist in his hand, holding it still for him as he cleans his cum from my palm. His eyes fully open now, it seems he’s gotten a little of his horny energy back again. He examines my hand, sticking each of my fingers in his mouth and licking between them until there’s no longer a trace of him left on my skin.

Now I’m the one who desperately needs to come.

Like, right fucking now.

Standing, I quickly do away with my shoes, pants, and boxers before sitting back down. Gripping him around the back of his neck again, I bring him closer to me.

“Suck my fucking cock, little toy. Suck me dry.”

He manages to take half of me into his mouth. Jesus, fuck. This guy was made to suck cock. His hunger has him ravenous for me. He’s about to set a fucking record with how fast he’s going to get me to come, and I fight to keep my cool so I don’t fuck his face with the same speed and fervor I reserve for those I’ve been messing around with for years. But it feels like he’s the one in control of me right now. I don’t know how I feel about that, but I’m in no shape to do anything about it at the moment.

“Yes, just like that. Who’s hungry for Daddy’s cock?”

He answers with a moan, the vibrations running up my sensitive shaft feel incredible. He presses himself as far down as he can go, making himself gag on my dick the way he gagged on my fingers. I feel his cock twitch against my leg.

I think we found something he loves. I tuck that knowledge away for later.

“Are you ready for Daddy’s cum? You ready to be my filthy cum dumpster?” He nods his head vigorously and cups my balls in his hand.

I grip my shaft, forcing his mouth up to my tip. “Lock your lips around my head. Yeah, just like that. Good cumslut.”

I grunt my release, holding his head in place with one hand until I feel every last bead of cum leave my body.