Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
I had to get a fucking grip. A long groan escaped me, releasing so much euphoria in me, and I really just wanted to keep at it. Keep taking his cock—I couldn’t describe how good his urgency punching into me felt.
Enough.
“Stop it, Daddy,” I grunted reluctantly.
“I can’t,” he panted. “Daddy has to take his little boy like this. It’ll be over soon.”
“No—stop it!” Keep fucking me, keep fucking me. “Daddy, I don’t want it anymore!”
“Shh, baby boy. Daddy’s so close. Just a few more seconds.”
That did it. I summoned all the annoyance I could at his blatant defiance, and I wrenched free from his forceful embrace. With my chest heaving, I kneeled on the mattress and glared at him.
“You’ve forgotten your fucking place,” I gritted out. “You wanna get off? Hump the goddamn mattress.”
He stared back at me, flushed, wide-eyed, and rock hard.
I snapped my fingers at the mattress and commanded him to lie down on his stomach across the bed. High up, near the pillows.
“I’m sorry, sweet boy, I’m so sorry.” He scrambled into position, head facing the wall, feet dangling off the side. Great profile angle for the camera. “I didn’t mean to cross a line.”
“No, you just have a natural knack for doing it anyway.” I slapped his ass—hard—and grabbed a rubber for myself. “I wasn’t kidding. Start humping the mattress. Show the camera you’re so desperate to come that you’ll molest furniture.”
He groaned pitifully and gave the mattress a weak thrust.
I spanked him again.
He cursed and exhaled a moan.
“Pathetic whore.” I slipped a hand underneath him and rolled off his condom. I threw it on the floor for Master to find. “Come on—make a filthy mess, Daddy. Or are you completely useless?”
“Yes,” he gasped. But despite his answer, he began moving against the sheets, and he buried his face in his hands.
“You should see yourself,” I chuckled darkly. “You look ridiculous.”
He groaned and went a little faster, his buttocks clenching every time he pressed his cock against the mattress. “Please—please spank Daddy. It felt so good.”
I did it right away.
“Gah!” he choked.
I kneaded his firm ass cheeks, I spread them, I spanked him relentlessly, slowly turning his flesh a nice shade of pink.
By then, he was fucking the bed for all he was worth.
“Apologize for being a useless fuckhole, Daddy,” I ordered. “Apologize for coming on my Master’s bed.”
“I’m sorry!” he cried out. “I’m sorry Daddy’s a useless fuckhole! I can’t—I can’t—” He let out a drawn-out groan and humped forcefully once, twice, three times before I assumed he started coming.
That was my cue. I pinched the tip of the condom, applied the bare minimum amount of lube, and waited till he’d calmed down slightly.
“How embarrassed are you now?” I asked. “Get up. You’re gonna see what you’ve done.” I leaned over him and got a fistful of his hair.
“Ow,” he breathed.
It got him moving, and I made him rest on all fours with his face directly over his own come stain. It was a big mess he’d made.
“You see that? How fucking disgusting is that?” I threw a glance over my shoulder, to the camera, and smirked. I’ll take him now, Master. Watch this. I pushed Franklin down a few inches and told him to push out that come-hole for me.
I pressed the head of my cock inside his ass and stretched him slowly to accommodate me. Shivers upon shivers rocked my body, and I only paused once to make sure he was all right.
“Take whatever you want from me,” he panted. “Use me.”
That’s what I did. I got him in such a good, open position too. Knees parted, ass pushed out, his upper body dropping lower and lower toward the mattress. And I began fucking him for nobody’s pleasure but my own.
When I decided he was getting off too easy, I slipped my fingers into his hair again and pressed his face against the wet spot he’d created.
“Let’s see if Daddy’s good at cleaning come. Lick it all up.”
I shuddered. Master was onto something when he said he loved a good humiliation slut.
I surrendered to the moment, to the rhythm I controlled, and I heard something. Christ, he felt good. Tight, warm, wet—so goddamn tight. My whore Daddy still had the ass of a virgin. Wait. The sound of keys hitting the side table in the hallway. It was such a familiar sound, something I heard every time Master came home after me. I registered the sound seconds after the keys had dropped.
Lee was home.
The fire within me roared to life and morphed into a firestorm that sucked all the oxygen from my lungs and threw me into an airless void of sadistic glee, nervousness, anticipation, and carnal lust.
“Fuck, that’s it, Daddy. Take your little boy’s cock.” I lost the ability to breathe as I peered down where I fucked him over and over.