“I bet that felt good,” I murmur between nibbles on his neck. Oren shudders and breathes out a breathy sigh.
“It does,” he answers, as if he’s the boy in the story. “The Daddy’s mouth would feel even better.”
“And how would the Daddy’s cock feel?”
My free arm snakes around his chest. Toying with his pert nipples produces the sexiest sounds from him.
“Good,” he squeaks. “So good.”
“You can find out how good it is after you fill the sock, baby.”
“Keane,” he whimpers, fighting embarrassment.
“Daddy,” I correct again. “Fill the sock for Daddy.”
Loosening my wrist, I pump Oren with quick strokes until his toes curl and his body goes stiff in my embrace.
“That’s it, baby. Let it all out.”
“Daddyyyyy,” he cries as he comes for me.
“Good boy, Oren.”
My kisses land on his ear, his cheek, his hair, showering my sweet, perfect boy with praise.
“Now lean forward, ass up.”
Gently, I guide my boy down on his chest, face flat on the bed, and urge his hips up, thighs spread. Turning the sock inside out, I smear Oren’s cum over his pretty pink hole and loosen him with my fingers. He’s eager for more, pushing against me and bearing down. His tight pucker opens easily, and I reach for my wallet on his nightstand to grab a condom.
“Daddy, no,” Oren begs shyly. “Just us, no protection. I want to be your boy in every way.”
Jesus Christ, what he does to me.
“You already are, baby. I promise. This doesn’t change anything.”
“Please?” he begs.
The only answer I can give is a soft kiss above the crease of his ass, spread so temptingly for me. Grasping my cock, I rub the head over his wet hole, making a slippery mess through his crease. He wiggles his sweet little ass again, telling me he’s ready. Slowly, I push inside his incredible heat, gripping his hips for balance.
Oren makes a keening sound as I fill him up, but he holds still for me.
“That’s it, baby. Take Daddy’s cock in your tight bottom. Doing so good,” I grit as I bottom out.
He squeezes around me like a pulse, making the head of my dick threaten to explode. The pressure, the heat—it’s too much, too good.
Instinct takes over and I start to move inside him, in and out with long, slow strokes that take all of my patience to maintain. It’s so hard not to pound into him and take what I need. But first, I have to give Oren what he needs.
We lose our rhythm as my boy tries to take control and quicken the pace. I pause, letting him fuck himself on my cock. The sight drives me out of my mind.
“Hungry boy, fill yourself up. Take what you need.”
“Starving, Daddy. Need to come. Need to…”
He doesn’t finish because I scoop him up and flip him across my lap, straddling my cock.
“Ride me, baby. Bounce on my dick until Daddy fills you up, all wet and sticky.”
“Ungh,” he whines, “those words. So dirty. I love it.”
