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Constantine lets out a growl as he slides the tip of his cock into my hole. "Take it, sweet boy. I know you can. Such a good boy. Bet you're dying for Daddy's hot cum in your pink little fuckhole. Loosen those sexy virgin cheeks and take this thick rod."
The pressure that builds in me is so intense I scream. I bounce on Constantine's lap, crying out for mercy. But that's when the craziest thing happens. The pain that kills me so much turns into pure bliss.
Warmth bubbles up in me. "Oh, Daddy." I let out a scream as I clench my teeth together. "I feel it on my prostate! Fuck me harder, Daddy!"
"That's right, boy." Constantine pounds me and smacks my ass. "Look at these sexy cheeks jiggle on Daddy's lap. This is what the gods made you for. You're mine. MINE."
Constantine heaves me onto the breakfast table. He thrusts the plates of heart-shaped waffles, bowls of fruit, and cups of juice to the floor. He mounts me like a stallion, bucking into me in the remnants of our meal.
"Fuck yeah." Constantine lets out a roar as he ruts in my hole. "Daddy owns this ass now. Whose ass is this, boy?"
"Yours!" I scream, barely getting the words out because I'm soaring so high.
Constantine brings his palm to my ass cheeks. "Say it again, boy. Too fucking quiet."
"Yours!" I scream, grinding into the table. "My ass is yours, Daddy. Fuck me harder!"
Constantine doesn't let another moment pass him by. He plunges into my hole, making love to me with primal intensity. He threads his fingers through my hair and pulls me close.
The entire time, he kisses my body, cradling me in his arms, treating me like the most special boy in the universe. He never goes too rough, he pleases me like this is his duty, like this is an offering to a god.
Fire builds in my loins. "I'm close, Daddy!"
Constantine thrusts his cock against my prostate, triggering a wave of warmth inside me. "Let it out, boy. Daddy would kill every fucking man in this city to get a taste of that twenty-one-year-old angel cum."
Constantine's praise and dirty talk is too much to bear. I scrunch my eyes tight, and unleash a torrent of cum. I scream as my orgasm pours out of me, bucking hard and fast on the kitchen table.
Constantine rams his hand underneath my body, placing his palm beneath my cock as I climax. He collects every droplet of my seed in his palm, and then brings it to his mouth.
"Boy," he groans, licking every drop. "So fucking perfect. I knew you were an angel the second I saw you."
I surrender to Constantine's extraordinary praise. I'm flying. With every thrust, Constantine concretizes his devotion to me. By eating my cum, he proves he desires me. He's not like the stupid men I met on dating apps after I turned twenty-one who didn't want to hook up with me. Constantine adores me.
Constantine pulls out of my body and slams his lips on mine. "I worship you, beautiful boy. You don't know what you awakened in me. I was a broken man before I met you, but now I'll never be whole again if you're not in my life. Come to the bathroom with me. I'll run you a bubble bath full of your favorite alien rubber duckies and soap up every inch of your body. You deserve snuggles and kisses and every sweet thing in the world."
I stare into Constantine's eyes, barely able to believe his words. "Bathtub, Daddy?"
It's too good to be true. Constantine not only satisfies my carnal needs, but provides aftercare as well. Could a boy get any luckier?
Constantine tucks a strand of hair over my ear and kisses me. "Yes, sweet angel. Daddy will join you in the tub. Bring Mr. Green with you. He'll keep watch to make sure Daddy fulfills his promises."
It's too good to be true. I let out a cry and thrust my arms around Constantine's neck. I don't care that his breath tastes like my cum, or that his beautiful dick was in my ass. All that matters is that this man gets me, he cherishes me, he understands my needs. I don't know how he fucking does it, but with one simple act, he surpasses every level of kindness every adult has shown me in my life.
"Yes, Daddy." I rub my nose on Constantine's. "You make me the happiest boy in the world."
My eyes snap open as I wrap up the fantasy.
I let out a moan and clench my toes as I spurt hot strings of cum into Mr. Green. I work my stuffy around my dick, bringing it under my crown, soaking up everything. The sensation works wonders on me, and I release my pent-up orgasm in no time.
This is something I do when I'm alone. No one knows about it, because I'm sure that they'll judge me. I masturbate with Mr. Green.
"Constantine." My voice is breathless. Shaky. Packed with emotion. "I'll agree to your proposal. I want to be your boy."
Yes. This is it. I'll definitely agree to be Constantine's fake boyfriend.
My cheeks are bright pink as I pull Mr. Green away from my shaft and set him by my side. My eyes rake over my body, and I look at myself naked once again. In the aftermath of my orgasm, my cock is too big for my skinny frame. My bones protrude from my hips, and my rib cage is visible through my skin. But it doesn't matter to me anymore.
Constantine's attracted to me. It's not only in my silly fantasies. He was hard for me at breakfast, and he wants to do more with me in bed.
But as I pry myself off my mattress and head to the shower, I realize that I'm falling too fast. I promised myself that I wouldn't let myself develop feelings for Constantine under any circumstances. After all, this is only a trial arrangement.
That's when the tickle works its way up my throat for the second time today. I clear my throat and take a sip of water, but it doesn't do any good.
"Oh no." I rub my nose and grit my teeth. "It's getting worse."
Every man abandons me after I tell them about my condition. I don't know how Constantine will react.
