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)
“Yes, sir!” He tightened the towel around his hips and left the bathroom.
I took a calming breath and squatted down to open the cupboard underneath the sink. It was where we kept our toy box, and I was in the mood for a prostate massage tonight.
I folded the bean-shaped egg and a bottle of coconut oil into a towel and joined Peyton in the bedroom.
He flushed when he spotted me. “You’re always naked, Daddy.”
“Daddy likes to be naked with his boy.” I set the towel aside for now and got down on one knee between his legs again, a position I’d thought about more and more lately. While Peyton had already started planning my fiftieth birthday celebration next year, I was growing antsy for him to have my name when the day came. We’d already discussed him adopting Julia, although more from a practical point of view. If anything happened to me, there was only one person good enough to raise our girl, and it was Peyton.
Parting his towel, I placed a kiss on the inside of his thigh.
“Oh,” he exhaled. He covered his semi-hard cock with his hands, and I trailed inward to get a proper taste. He made a needy little noise when I sucked one of his smooth balls into my mouth. “Ohh, I like that so much.”
“Mmm…” So did I. I tongued and sucked on his balls until he was rock hard behind his hands. Then I removed his hands and put him in my mouth.
His thighs trembled with how he tensed up, and he shifted his hands into my hair. “Do you like my cock a lot, Daddy?”
I shook my head and sucked him harder on the upstroke, then kissed the wet tip. “I love it. I’m gonna suck the come from it after I’ve filled your tight little bottom.”
“Oh,” he whined. “I wanna do that right now, please. It’s been forever.”
I smirked and rose to my feet, making it look a lot more graceful than it felt. “It’s been two days, dear.”
“That’s forever,” he sang.
I chuckled and crawled over to the middle of the bed. “Come here, then. Let’s cuddle our special way.”
“Yesss.” He snuggled up in my arms and didn’t waste any time. As I brushed my fingers along his back, he leaned over my chest and closed his mouth around one of my nipples. His hand that wasn’t trapped between us went to my cock. He liked tugging on it and playing with it when it was soft—and sometimes pouted when it turned hard. Until he realized he liked that even more.
He was such a precious, expressive boy.
Desire zinged and zapped from my chest down to my cock.
He lifted his head after a while and frowned at me. “You’re getting hard too fast. I thought getting older would take care of that.”
I stifled a laugh. “I’m very sorry that you turn me on to this extent. I’ll work on it.”
He huffed. “I’m just saying. It’s okay for boys to come in two minutes, not for Daddies.”
“Oh, is that a fact?” I rumbled a chuckle, finding him too cute for words. “When was the last time I came in two minutes?”
“I dunno. Never? But you get my point.”
“I’m not sure anyone would, pet. Getting hard and coming are two very different things. I thought you knew that.” I pointed to my cock. “Now, put that mouth of yours to better use and show Daddy your sweet little hole.”
It was the one position that still flustered him, even to this day. It was part of why I loved it. My blushing boy with his ass in my face—life didn’t get much better than that.
Before he could turn around and hitch a leg over me, I grabbed the oil and stuffed an extra pillow behind my head. Then he straddled my face and scooted forward slightly.
“That’s perfect,” I murmured. “Suck me, beautiful.”
He nuzzled the base of my cock and snaked his tongue around me, slowly coating me with saliva before he reached the head and engulfed me in wet warmth.
I released a breath and drizzled some oil between his ass cheeks.
It was an intoxicating sight, seeing how the glistening oil trickled over his soft, smooth ass.
“Don’t come all over my chest this time.” I ghosted two fingers over his opening and spread the coconutty liquid.
“It happened once,” he defended.
“Because you’ve turned into an ass-slut, just like your Daddy.” I kept rubbing the oil into his sensitive flesh, my digits gliding with ease. “You didn’t even touch yourself. You just fucked yourself on my fingers like a desperate little whore, and then you were spraying your come in Daddy’s chest hair.”
He whimpered and clenched around the tip of my finger. “I couldn’t help it,” he implored.
I responded by hooking my arms under his thighs and pulling him back to my face. Then I tongued his asshole, kissed it deeply, and grazed my teeth over the soft protrusions.