Jesus crap, please plug another hole. Plug them all.
“Focus, Oren.” His reprimand is gentle but firm.
Redoubling my efforts, I suck and slurp until Keane groans, head tilted back in pleasure. His grip on my jaw tightens, and I know he’s close. I take him to the back of my throat and try to swallow so that he feels my throat convulse. His shaft throbs on my tongue and a moment later, warm pulses of cum fill my mouth.
Pride and a sense of accomplishment flood me. I did that. I made Keane come with my talented mouth. Before I can finish another thought, Keane grabs under my arms and hoists me up, dragging me over his body. I collapse over his chest as he lies back.
“Come here, boy. Sit on Daddy’s face.”
The fuck? I’ve never… okay, don’t ask me twice.
He tugs me forward until I’ve planted my knees on either side of his face. His mouth settles into my crease, his nose poking at my hole. It’s soon replaced with his warm tongue, sliding over my opening, lapping at my rim to loosen it. The sensation makes it quiver with need, and Daddy uses the opportunity to slide inside me. He stiffens his tongue and fucks my hole, and I take that as silent permission to touch myself, finally.
I wish I could last because this is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done, and I absolutely love it, but… Nope, I’m gonna come any second. I can feel it building low in my belly, my ass clenching around his tongue, and the wave of tightened muscles as my entire body gives in and releases at once.
It’s almost dizzying. “Daddy,please…”
Pleasedon’t stop.
Pleasetongue-fuck my ass until eternity.
Pleasedo this again tomorrow morning.
Pleasebe mine forever!
With a chuckle, he rolls me easily, guiding me onto my side and pulling me flush against the solid wall of his chest. The shift leaves me breathless, boneless in his hold, but held—alwayshis. I don’t even think before tilting my face up and finding his mouth.
The kiss steals the last of me. Keane’s lips are warm, unhurried, commanding without force. When his tongue slides along mine—velvety and thick—I shudder. Heat blooms low in my belly, spilling outward until I feel molten in his arms. I melt into him completely, every inch of me aligning with every inch of him, until there’s no space between us and never should be.
My hand curls into his hair, anchoring myself as if he might vanish if I let go. But he only deepens the kiss, patient and thorough, until my body hums with the slow, sure certainty of belonging.
“You’re quiet,” he murmurs, voice rumbling through me as much as I hear it.
Wasn’t that the point of plugging my mouth?I let out a lazy little hum, cheek pressed against his shirt.
“Happy quiet,” I whisper, eyelids fluttering shut.
He chuckles again, softer this time, and presses a kiss into my hair. I sink deeper, feeling the sharp edges inside me dull, soothed by the warmth of his breath and the strength of his arms.
For once, I don’t feel like I have to say a thing. He already knows.
