Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
He sucked in a breath and left a soft trail of kisses from the top of one cheek, leading inward to where I wanted him. A violent shiver ripped down my spine at the first feel of him. His soft lips, his gentle kisses, then the tip of his tongue, circling me, licking over and around.
“Oh my God,” he breathed, only to come at me again with much less trepidation. He all but buried his face in my ass and forced his tongue inside me. The sensations short-circuited my damn brain. The wet, soft pressure of his tongue combined with the faint stubble on his chin made me hypersensitive to everything he did.
I fisted my cock and stroked myself harder. “Such a perfect little boy,” I said, breathing heavily. “If you keep this up, Daddy will turn into an ass-slut for you.”
Peyton moaned and replaced his tongue with two fingers. “Can we do this often, please? I don’t want it to be over just because I come in two seconds.”
I grinned through a breathy laugh and spread the pre-come over the head of my cock. “We can do this as often as possible. I’m gonna spend so much time with my tongue in your sweet little bottom too.”
I’d become so attuned to the patterns of his breathing. It was the easiest way to tell how turned on he was, and he evidently liked what I’d said.
He eased away after another moment, and he applied more oil. At the sound of his needy moan, I glanced back at him. Holy fuck, what a sight. While he rubbed the oil into my ass, he was also jerking his beautiful cock, his skin tight and glistening.
I wanted to watch him masturbate many more times.
Closing my eyes, I saved the memory at the forefront of my mind. I replayed it over and over, his wet fingers squeezing the head, his wrist moving, how he twisted his grip on the downward stroke.
He shifted closer once more, and despite his whispered “oops,” there was nothing accidental about how he bumped the tip of his cock against my ass. It was official. I’d gone insane. I would never be able to uphold any promises to myself around this young man. Whatever he wanted, he could take.
“Oops,” he whispered again. He rubbed his cock over my asshole, and I emitted a drawn-out groan. At the same time, he whimpered. “Daddy…” He pushed forward a little more, and I decided not to say anything. “It wants in here…” He fingered me lightly, then used his cock, just the head, and played around the opening. “Daddy, I’m shaking.”
I could feel him.
“Are you turning into a little slut too?”
“Yes! But it’s your fault!” He grunted with some petulance and pressed the tip inside. “Oh my God,” he moaned. “Please. Please, please, please, it feels so good, Daddy. I’ll do anything!”
As if I could say no. He made me just as desperate, and I was already spiraling. The slight burn ignited something I’d never felt on this level before.
“Say you’re Daddy’s little whore.”
“I’m Daddy’s little whore,” he whined. “I can’t help it!” He pushed more. And more. Inch by inch, he filled my ass with his hard cock, and my eyes nearly rolled back at the onslaught of euphoria. “I have to fuck you,” he pleaded. “I have to take you, Daddy.”
“Take me,” I exhaled shallowly.
It was already the single most intoxicating experience I’d had, and he made it even better by unleashing the inner boy in him. He fucked me without mercy, going solely by his physical urges and the mind-set he was in.
I met every thrust and drowned in his desperate sounds.
His walls were down; he was utterly uninhibited and free of filters.
“Thank you, Daddy—thank you for giving me this. I have to, I have to. You feel too good.” He slammed into me, and I hissed at the burn. “Oh my God, I want to do this every day and every night forever and ever.”
“Jesus Christ,” I panted.
I was getting close but wanted to prolong the moment, so I released my cock and fisted the sheets. I served up my ass on a platter for him, and he took it. He took it with wild, irregular thrusts, with his fingers digging into my hips, with the head of his cock rubbing against my prostate whenever he hit the wrong angle that felt so goddamn right.
A couple short minutes later, he came with a hoarse cry and collapsed on top of me as his cock pulsed with each release.
I didn’t give him half the recovery time he needed. Once his orgasm was over, I manhandled him into the middle of the mattress. I kneeled right there, cradling his head in my hands, guiding him to my cock, and pushed it between his lips when he gasped for air.