Reaching down, I fist myself, spreading my pre-cum around my tip before I lift off his cock. “What do you think, Sweetheart? Is this enough of a reward for being such a good boy for me?”
He nods. “Yesss…please, Daddy.”
I hum. “You mean you want to come in my mouth?”
He nods rapidly.
“If I let you do that…” I wrap the hand that’s been gathering my pre-cum around his cock, stroking him firmly. “Then I won’tfuck you. So…choose, Sweetheart. Do you want to come in your Daddy’s mouth, or do you want Daddy to come in your ass?”
Panic explodes across his expression, the choice an almost impossible one for him to make, because he knows decisions like this don’t come along very often. But I’m an indulgent Daddy, and sometimes, my Sweetheart deserves to be a little tortured when offered everything he wants.
“Is it a hard choice, Bello?”
He nods. “Please, Daddy, will you choose for me? I want to please you.”
“Oh, Sweetheart, you always please me, but…if you let Daddy fuck you how he wants, and don’t come, I’ll give you the sweetest reward.”
His lips part, and a flush spreads across his cheeks and down his throat. “What do I get if I’m bad?”
“I won’t let you come for an entire month—not even when you fuck the Stars.”
“Daddy!” he gasps.
“Yep. Those are the terms. Think you can do it?”
“I can. I’ll make you so proud.”
“I know you will.”
Standing, I shuck off my pants and step between his spread legs. “Spit for me.”
He follows orders easily, spitting into my hand, and when I lightly push him back, he goes, dropping down onto his elbows so he can watch. I nudge his feet onto the desk, so he’s spread wide open for me.
Circling his hole with two fingers, I get it slick with his spit before entering him. His groan is loud, and I don’t give him mercy as I fuck him open with both fingers, loosening him up before pulling out completely and then adding a third.
Antonio whines, but accepts three fingers into his ass easily. I lean over and spit onto his hole, adding more slick there to tryto ease the burn. There’s lube in my desk, but why use it when we both love the pleasure that comes with fucking his barely-slick ass.
I fingerfuck him until he’s moaning uncontrollably, the sounds are like music to my ears. Pulling out of him, I hold my fingers in front of his mouth. It takes a moment for his desire-filled brain to catch up, but he drools his spit onto them, raising up a little to watch as I fist my cock, spreading the spit around with my pre-cum.
Gripping his hip tightly, I drag him to the edge of the desk, his ass hovering over my cock as I position it. With one solid thrust, I enter him, groaning at his tight heat.
“Daddy…” he whines. “Can…can I touch you?”
“Yes, Sweetheart.”
Antonio sits up, dropping further onto my cock, making us both moan. He wraps his arms around my neck, holding on for dear life as I fuck into him in hard, short, punishing thrusts.
One of his hands snakes its way into my hair, gripping my curls tightly, while the other clutches at my shoulder.
He drops his head back, exposing the smooth expanse of his throat. Reaching up, I undo a few buttons on his shirt, baring more of his flesh. Dipping my head, forcing his hand in my hair to pull tightly at the strands, I bite him deep, latching on and not letting go until I get a mouthful of blood. I bite him harder, wanting the mark to stick around for a while—maybe one day I’ll take a page out of Tennant’s book and make sure it scars. Pulling back, I lick the blood from my lips, enjoying the way it slides down his skin. The teeth marks are vivid, and in a prominent place, so everyone can see he’s been claimed.
I fuck into him harder, the sight of him wearing a symbol of my claim, my love, making my cock throb with need.
One particularly hard thrust has Antonio crying out loud enough that I wince, but I don’t stop fucking him. Changing mygrip on him, I squeeze his ass in my hands, stumbling back and falling into my chair.
The change of position forces my cock deeper into him, and his entire body shudders. Gripping his ass cheeks hard enough to leave bruises, I bounce him on my dick. His chant of “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” heats my blood and makes my orgasm build faster.
That title…the honorific one I never considered before him, but itisan honor to be this Boy’s Daddy. No matter how many people I have in my life, or what happens next, nothing will compare to hearing or seeing him sign that name.
