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)
“Relax, Kevin,” Sandro said but didn’t waste time, pressing the butt plug to Kevin’s hole.
“Yes, Daddy, I can take it. Please, I want to suck your cock already,” Kevin whimpered as the toy stretched him, sliding in at an agonizing pace despite being so slippery.
Sandro chuckled and slapped the side of Kevin’s ass. “You need to be patient and take all of the plug first. That’s it, open up for Daddy.”
Kevin groaned and closed his eyes as the pressure became more insistent, forcing his sphincter to widen.
“Stop wiggling, baby.” Sandro steadied Kevin by putting one hand on the small of his back. “Be good, and it will be inside you in no time.”
The stretching sensation must have reached its peak, because all of a sudden, the rest of the plug sank into Kevin, and his ass clenched around the base, locking the toy inside him.
“How does that feel, hm?” Sandro asked and stroked the inside of Kevin’s thigh, making him tremble.
Kevin’s knees were goo, and yet his cock was as stiff as ever. “D-different,” he uttered in the end. It wasn’t even uncomfortable, but the unknown sensation had him shifting from side to side, and the motion made Sandro’s eyes darken.
Daddy stroked Kevin’s hair. “Such a good boy. It’s time for your prize. Come over here, baby.” He leaned against the fluffy headboard, a king on a throne of pillows.
The thought would have made Kevin snigger any other time, but right now he was excited to worship his king’s cock. The tattoos on Sandro’s tanned skin kept throwing Kevin off though. Not because he didn’t like them—on the contrary, because he loved a bad boy—but because they didn’t seem to go with the white shirt and luxury and triggered Kevin’s imagination.
Was Sandro a former boxer who built a gym empire from nothing?
Was he a lottery winner?
Was he a trust fund baby?
Or was he eccentric?
He approached Sandro on hands and knees, all too aware of the plug shifting in his ass with every movement. “Show me how you like it, Daddy.”
Sandro’s dark eyes widened for a second when Kevin kneeled between his legs. “I’ll enjoy watching you suck it no matter what you do. But I want to see you wiggling that peach of an ass in the air.”
Kevin arched up for a little kiss, but Sandro cupped the back of his head and made it last. Every kiss from Sandro took Kevin to new heights of excitement, but his skin already tingled with the need to pleasure Daddy.
Daddy.
He’d had no idea how much he’d enjoy calling him that. Not only because it was naughty and a bit taboo, but because it seemed to mean that even though Sandro was strict or domineering, he still had a soft spot for Kevin. That he’d take care of him and be gentle when needed but pull his hair when they both wanted it.
Just like now. Sandro pulled Kevin’s head away and urged him lower, all the way to his cock, refusing to let Kevin stop at that taut stomach.
“First taste of cock, baby boy?” Sandro rasped when Kevin teased the tip with his tongue, his brain steaming up from the excitement.
“Yes, Daddy, so only compliments please.”
Sandro chuckled, scratching the back of Kevin’s head as if he were a puppy. “Okay, sweetie. As long as your mouth is on my dick, I’ll be happy.”
Kevin didn’t need more encouragement than that and lowered his head to suck in Sandro’s cock. It was everything he imagined it would be, yet more. Literally more. He imagined himself taking all of it, deep-throating like a pro, but that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. He barely managed to accept half the length and already started choking on the thick meat. There had to be a trick to this that he didn’t know.
But that would not discourage Kevin from sucking on it. Even down here, Sandro smelled like heaven. More intensely, more of himself, which had all of Kevin’s senses sharpened. Sandro’s cock throbbed with heat on Kevin’s tongue as he bobbed his head up and down.
“That’s it, Kevin. So good. Wiggle your ass for me.”
Kevin didn’t have to think about it and did as told, rolling his hips until the plug inside him shifted, creating yet more arousal. He’d never met a man like Sandro. A man he wanted to obey, a man he wanted to let in. He’d fantasized about having sex countless times, but he’d never felt ready for it with any of the guys he’d kissed. He didn’t trust them with his body, but Sandro, this stranger who’d paid to take his virginity, put him at ease.
Was it pure arousal, the way in which Sandro took charge, or the fact that his experience meant he knew how to make Kevin feel good? Kevin didn’t understand it well, but for the first time in his life he was certain of what he wanted.