“Your dick is mine, boy.”
Kit looked down and discovered he had his hand wrapped around his cock. He hadn’t even realized.
“Kit.”
Kit heard the warning note and let go hastily, even though all he wanted to do was jack off over his Daddy. “Sorry, Daddy. I was thinking about you tonguing my ink.”
Red ran a thumb along Kit’s cheekbone. “You like that idea?”
“I love that idea. Look, my dick is telling you.”
If his dick was a compass, Red was his north star. It pointed straight toward him.
“I can see that,” Red murmured. “Now where were we?” he asked again.
“Blowjob, Daddy.”
Red gave him a tender smile. “My cock, your mouth. Right.”
He held his shaft and traced Kit’s lips with the tip again. Pre-cum smeared his lips. Kit looked up at Red, begging his Daddy to let his boy taste him.
“Such wide eyes. Is there something you want?”
Kit nodded frantically. Yes, he wanted it so bad.
Red coated his mouth again. “Lick your lips.”
Kit did as he was told, savoring the salty tang. But he wanted more. He wanted the thick shaft back in his mouth again. He opened his mouth and looked at Red with pleading eyes. Redcupped the back of his head with one hand and shoved his dick in. Kit took it all with a groan of pleasure. He buried his nose in Red’s pubes and inhaled the salty musky scent of him.
Red tugged lightly on his hair. Kit looked up.
“Suck me off,” he ordered.
Kit obeyed with enthusiasm, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard until Red couldn’t hold back his frantic gasps and cries.
Red stiffened and came with a bellow, his hips moving as he spurted into Kit’s eager, greedy mouth, Kit swallowing around him until they were both still.
“Clean me up,” Red ordered, sounding wiped out, but happy.
Kit licked Red’s half-hard cock, happy like a cat with a bowl of cream.
Red put a hand under Kit’s chin and tilted his head to gaze into his eyes. “Missed a bit,” he murmured, swiping the edge of Kit’s mouth and presenting it to him to lick.
“Good boy.”
Red sighed and smiled at him. “Come now, my sweet boy.”
Kit gasped and did just as he had in so many fantasies. He came hard, spraying his thighs and Red’s legs, without a hand on his dick, just with his Daddy’s order.
Chapter Seventeen
RED
Kit hadn’t moved,still wrapped around Red, clinging with a fierceness he hadn’t expected. Red carded his fingers through Kit’s sweaty curls.
“Are you awake, my boy?”
“No.”
