Removing my fingers, I jerk my cock a few times before spitting into my hand and wetting my shaft. I could grab the lube, but that’s no fun. I think my brat will appreciate a little pain with his pleasure.
Nudging the head of my cock against his hole, I set my other hand on the back of his neck, holding him in place.
“Just let me, Bello,” I tell him.
Steadily but slowly, I force my way in, stopping only to add more spit to ease the way. When I’m all the way inside him, Antonio shudders, whimpering.
“Shh, I got you.”
Wrapping my arms around his chest, I lift him off the wall, holding him upright as I pull out and then fuck my way into him. Over and over, I pull him onto my cock, loving the tightness, the friction, the immense pleasure of being inside my Boy.
Antonio grips my arms, digging his nails into them and holding on for dear life as I fuck him. The sweat builds between our bodies, gliding his back against my front as I take him hard.
Shoving him into the wall, I press tightly against him, barely moving as I shove my dick into him.
“You feel so good, Bello. I could stay like this all day, enjoying your tight heat, not letting you get off, just feeling you shake against me.” I feel more than hear him groan, and decide it's not enough.
“You can speak freely now, Bello. I think you're too busy to argue with me, aren't you?” I adjust my stance and give a particularly hard thrust against his prostate.
He shudders in my arms, proving my point. “Daddy…please….”
“Do you need something, Sweetheart?”
“You promised to let me come…”
I grin. “I did, didn’t I? Guess I better give you what you want, since you asked so nicely.”
Pulling out, I hold him against the wall, gripping the back of his neck hard enough that he’s going to bruise there too. With my other hand, I hold his hips in place, positioning his ass right where I need it to be.
I fuck into him, stealing his breath and pushing him further into the wall, forcing him to raise up on his toes with the power of my thrusts.
Leaning in, I remove my hand from his neck so I can bite at the delicate flesh. When I taste blood, I pull away, enjoying the perfect imprint of my teeth on him. One day, I’m going to mark him as Hollis marked me, so he and everyone will know where he belongs.
For now, though, I’m a good Daddy who keeps his promises.
“Get yourself off, Bello. If you don’t come before I do, you’ll have to beg for your release…”
I see the conflict in the way he hesitates to reach for his cock, but when I hit his prostate, the need for an orgasm wins out, and he drops a hand to fist himself.
I fuck him fast, harder, chasing my own pleasure, curious to see which of us will win this race.
When Antonio tightens around me, his cries loud to my ears, as his ass tightens at the same time, and I can’t hold back any longer, coming inside him.
Pressing myself flush against him, I place a hand on the wall to hold myself up, while the other grips my Boy to me, savoring the feeling of being deep inside him.
As my cock softens, I pull out, even though he whines and tries to keep me in place. I study him carefully as I grab his shoulders and turn him away, staring down into his eyes as I ask, “Do you want to be a cocksleeve, Bello? Want to keep me nice and warm as we sleep?”
He shivers and nods. “Please…” I read the word on his lips more than hear it, but it’s consent, and that’s all I need.
Smiling at him, I lean in and press a soft kiss to his lush mouth. “Let’s clean up, see when the Stars are going to be home, then go to bed, okay?”
He nods and stumbles along as I pull him into the bathroom. Cleaning him up with a warm rag, I then bend him over the sink to rub cream into his ass. I'm a little firmer than I need to be, but Antonio takes it like thesometimesgood Boy he is.
“Bed, Sweetheart. I’m exhausted, and I’m sure you are, too.”
“Shall I text the twins, Sir?”
“Yes, please. I’ll clean up the toys while you do that.”
