Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Yes. I want to see your ass swallowing my cock.” Sandro’s dark gaze met his, and the arousal created a flush on his cheeks that had Kevin dying to kiss him, but there would be time for that later.
Kevin nodded quickly and got some lube on his fingers, straddling Sandro’s thighs while facing away from him. He’d give Daddy a show. He reached back between his legs and rubbed the lube over his hole. The gasp he heard in response only spurred him on, and he pushed two fingers through the sphincter with a low moan.
“You’re such a wicked little devil,” Sandro groaned, but no doubt watched every move of Kevin’s fingers.
“I gotta get myself ready for Daddy’s cock. It would be too big otherwise,” he teased, and clenched his ass in his fingers at the little slap he got on his aching ass.
“If you don’t get to it soon, I might just blow my load on your pretty face.”
“No, Daddy! You’ve got to wait and pump your boy full of spunk.” Kevin leaned down to kiss Sandro’s thick, needy dick but penetrated himself in faster jabs, stretching his hole for that addictive cock.
He couldn’t wait any longer, overwhelmed with the need to connect their bodies. He crawled forward and sat on Sandro’s cock, trapping it in his slippery crack and rocking his hips like a needy pup.
Sandro held Kevin’s ankles and massaged them with his thumbs. His breaths were fast and ragged, but soon Kevin would make him moan too. Kevin rose on his knees and reached back to grab Sandro’s cock. In his slippery hand, it throbbed with the need to pump into Kevin and leave him a cum-drenched mess.
Kevin positioned Sandro’s dick at his stretched opening and when he rocked back, the cockhead pushed past his sphincter. No matter how much Kevin stretched, Sandro’s cock always felt thick inside of him.
“Christ, baby boy, what a sight you make trembling like that over my cock…”
The need for mischief filled Kevin’s heart, and he looked over his shoulder, biting his lip. “Because it’s my first time, Daddy. You gotta be gentle.”
The dark lust overflowing in Sandro’s eyes made Kevin’s own cock twitch. “What if I don’t want to?” he teased, pulling Kevin down inch after inch and sinking his cock into Kevin’s body.
“Then you’re a bad Daddy!” Kevin complained but couldn’t help a moan as the cockhead rubbed his prostate.
“I’m just teaching you how to take dick, baby boy. Perfect gift for Christmas, if you ask me.” He grabbed Kevin’s hips and held them in place for leverage to thrust into him faster.
“But it’s so thick, Daddy,” Kevin mock-complained between one stab of Sandro’s cock and another, barely holding back a smile. “My little hole’s already so stretched!”
Sandro slapped Kevin’s buttock, panting. “Fuck yourself on my cock then. I want to see your ass bouncing.”
As soon as Kevin got free rein, he let his hips rise and fall at a growing pace, riding Daddy’s cock as if his life depended on how well he milked it. He squeezed his sphincter again and again, moaning without shame as that thick rod penetrated him deep inside, and teased his prostate.
The smell of gingerbread and the sound of the jingling bells created a sense of warmth that made them feel like one. Kevin’s orgasm crashed into him all too quickly, but he still focused on Daddy and the cock throbbing inside him, about to burst.
Sandro grabbed his hips and fucked him at the speed of a piston. “Jerk off,” was all he said between one grunt and another.
Kevin grabbed his dick and closed his eyes, moaning at the intense pace of the penetration. He came after only a few more strokes and cried out, panting for air as his ass clenched over Daddy’s cock.
“Just like that, Daddy,” he whispered, falling forward and holding himself up on his hands.
Sandro’s last few thrusts were rapid and bordered on violent, but Kevin loved them all the same. He was one with Sandro when they had sex like this. Getting sweaty, and not thinking if what they said skirted the line of right and wrong.
“Oh, how I love filling up your ass with my cum,” Sandro said breathlessly, rocking his hips under Kevin in the post-orgasmic haze.
“All yours, Daddy,” Kevin whispered, supporting his weight by holding on to Sandro’s denim-clad legs as Sandro played shamelessly with his slippery hole.
*
They took a nap on the soft fur in front of the fireplace and cleaned up a little before getting back to more conventional presents. Kevin even swapped the cum-stained lace for a pair of tight boxer briefs that had a Christmas stocking printed on the back with the words It’s not gonna stuff itself.
Kevin served his panettone, the almond and fig treats, and Sandro made them both hot chocolate. It was as if yesterday’s horrors had never happened, and Kevin wanted to pretend they really hadn’t.