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)
Peyton gasped, only to exhale a long, pleading moan.
I managed to reach his neck, a silent command to lower himself over my cock again.
“Good boy,” I murmured huskily. I set an unhurried pace, undulating my hips to slide the head of my cock against the back of his throat. “Fuck my tongue, Peyton. I know you want to.”
He found that embarrassing, much to my delight. He constantly needed that shove before he tumbled into a pool of his own depravity. Nothing turned me on more than providing the push.
“Don’t be shy, little one. You love it when I fuck myself on your tongue too, don’t you?”
“That’s different,” he mewled, stroking me off. “Oh God…” He sank into my touch when I replaced my tongue with my fingers instead. “I need your cock, Daddy. It feels so good. I miss it. Daddy, I miss it.”
His words went straight to my cock, and I had to suppress a groan.
Making him desperate always worked. Once he was fucking my fingers with his urgent moans following each thrust, I returned to using my tongue instead, and he was past shame and boundaries. He just plain needed.
It was then I could switch things up. It was then I had him where I wanted.
Ordering him to insert a toy into my ass, I helped him off me and repositioned the pillows behind me so I could half sit. At this point, he’d do anything I said.
“Can I kiss you down there first, please?” he asked.
“Another time,” I promised. “I want you riding my cock within the next minute. Daddy’s gonna watch you.”
“Oh.” He grinned nervously and coated the egg in oil, carefully avoiding the string at the end. “I better make it good for you, then.” When he slid the curved toy between my cheeks, I sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly, pushing back until it was all in.
Oh, fucking hell, that’s it.
“Highest setting?” he wondered.
I nodded quickly and grabbed the oil from him. “I want your back to me.”
“Yes, sir.”
I moaned as the vibrations sent a rush of pleasure through me, and I slicked up my cock hurriedly, coating myself with oil and jerking off into my fist.
“It’s my turn now,” he protested.
“Okay, come sit on me.” I wiped my hands on the towel and helped him straddle my lap. Gripping the root of my cock, I held it so he could more easily take me inside him. And he did it so slowly, so perfectly. “That’s so sexy, baby boy. The way you pull me in…” The head of my cock slipped inside and made him whimper and clench down on me. Then inch by inch, between shaky breaths and a lot of determination to please me, he took all of me.
Perfection. Every fucking time.
For several moments, all I heard was our breathing.
“This is the best feeling in the world,” he whispered shallowly.
I stroked his hips and sides, kneading his flesh firmly as if I could somehow translate the powerful love I felt into a touch.
When he started moving, everything intensified. He planted his hands on my legs and rolled his hips, and I couldn’t look away for a goddamn second. From the careful and tentative thrusts in the beginning, to when his need grew and he had to have more, faster, and harder.
Every time he shifted forward to withdraw from me, he pressed my cock downward and applied force onto the vibrator within me.
“Do you like it, Daddy?” he panted.
“Don’t slow down. You’re doing so well, baby.” I blew out a breath and slid my thumbs inward toward his ass. “You’re my perfect little one, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he moaned. “Fuck, I can’t get enough.” As one of his hands disappeared from my leg, I knew he was stroking himself. “Will there ever be a day that we’re not useless when we’re away from each other?”
I chuckled, out of breath, and traced the ridges around his opening with my fingers. “I doubt it, my love. That’s why we have to make sure to always be together.”
“Yeah.” He became quiet and slowed down just a little. But then he took me deep and quickened the pace again.
The storm surged inside me, and I leaned forward to apply more pressure on the toy. My God. I groaned against Peyton’s back and hugged him to me. “Keep going. Christ.”
He was going to make me lose it. Heat spread across my skin like wildfire, and swirls of bliss began making their way through me. My pulse thrummed faster and faster.
“Daddy?” he whimpered.
“Yeah, baby.”
“Why can’t we get married?”
I blinked, and I forced myself to pull away from the storm. Lips pressed against the damp skin of his back, I hauled in a stuttered breath and instinctively squeezed him to me harder.
“Who says we can’t?” I barely recognized my own voice. It came out rough, like I’d had a bottle of whiskey. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.”