Fuck.
“My little angel.” My voice was a growl, heat pooling low in my gut. “You’re so pretty spread out like this. You know what you do to me?”
He shook his head, biting his lip, color blooming high on his cheeks.
“I could keep you like this all night.” Leaning down, I braced one hand by his head, the other sliding up between his legs. “My good boy, whimpering and desperate to come.”
A strangled moan broke from him, head thrown back, the cords in his neck straining and taut.
Legs started to fidget restlessly beneath me, heels digging into the mattress, hips twitching like he was wired too tight for his own skin. The sight made me chuckle, palming his thighs as I slid down and hooked my fingers in his waistband.
“Getting antsy, baby?” I teased. “You’re so needy it’s making you shake. Is this what you want? To get stripped bare and fucked open, right here where you can’t hide a damn thing from me?”
“Please.”
His legs kicked free, toes curling in the sheets, as I hauled the denim all the way off and tossed it over my shoulder. “Daddy.”
“God, you’re perfect.” I bent, biting softly at his collarbone, sucking a mark into his skin. My thumb teased the head of his cock, smearing the pre-come up and down the length of his shaft. “Want me to make you lose it? Want me to ruin you for anyone else?”
“Already ruined.”
“Good fucking answer.”
I gripped his wrists with one strong hand, pinning them above his head. “Keep your hands there. Don’t move unless I tell you.”
He nodded, wide-eyed. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” My other hand slid down, teasing the inside of his thigh, nails scraping gently, just enough to make his muscles flutter beneath the skin. “Tell me what you need.”
“Want your mouth. Want your hands. Want you to fuck me. Please. I need to feel you.”
“Oh, you will,” I growled, a smile curving my lips as I kissed him, hard and deep. “You’re mine. Every fucking inch.”
I moved down, pressing kisses over his chest, sucking another bruise beneath his nipple, licking a path down his trembling stomach.
A stunned, choked sound tore from his throat when I blew across the tip of his cock. Pinching the base, I guided him to my waiting mouth, taking him deep in a single pull.
My cheeks hollowed around him, sucking hard. His thighs jerked, knees knocking against my shoulders.
His sweet, vanilla scent was everywhere—clinging to the air and in my fucking bedsheets. I pressed my nose to his skin, breathing in deep like I could draw him into my lungs and keep him there.
God, I wanted to get drunk on it.
Archie’s cock twitched against my cheek, the head rubbing messily at the corner of my mouth as I pulled back and let my tongue circle him.
“Don’t stop. Daddy.” His voice broke, hips rolling helplessly up to meet every pass of my mouth.
“That’s it.” I pulled off, stroking him with my hand, mouth just above the flushed head of his cock.“Let me hear you, baby. You make those pretty sounds just for me, don’t you?”
Archie’s hand darted out—desperate, needy, fingers reaching for my hair like he couldn’t stand the distance for even a second. I caught him mid-reach and forced his wrist back up, pinning it to the headboard. “Keep those hands where I put them.”
The sheets bunched as I moved down, wrapping my hands around his thighs and forcing his knees to his chest.
Fuck. Me.
“Prettiest hole I’ve ever seen,” I rumbled, bending down to lick a long, slow stripe over his entrance.
He fuckingwhimpered.
