Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
He moaned and his hips rocked his cock against the bed, so I’d clearly hit on some kind of fantasy. Still, I couldn’t have him coming like that, so I gave his bottom a smack. “No humping.”
Oh, he liked that.
There was just enough naughty slut to it that Milo shivered and his ass pushed up for more. So I gave him another pop and sighed. “Such a naughty bottom.”
His squeak sounded embarrassed but his cock was still desperately trying to get attention any way it could. “But don’t worry. It’ll be filled soon.”
Because he was slicked and stretched and ready to be claimed by his Daddy.
He knew that too because his ass popped up even higher and he went back to burying his face against the comforter. It seemed that his favorite position was dirty innocence, but if he wanted to pretend to be shocked, I could play along.
Running one hand over his ass as I started stripping my shirt off with the other, I made a soft, soothing sound. “Don’t worry. Daddy knows what you need.”
And his hips started flying again.
Luckily for him, his ass was so high up his cock was barely brushing the bed or he’d have come. But I couldn’t let him ignore it, so I gave his bottom a squeeze and made a tsking sound that had his face going red. “Oh, you’re at it again.”
It seemed that I had a very sweet boy who liked being naughty.
He tried to say something but it was a strangled mess of “Daddy” and “I’m” that didn’t make sense. He’d have probably done better if I moved my hand off his bottom but that wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun or as distracting.
He was so lost in the fantasy that the only reason he knew I was taking my pants off was because I’d stopped playing with his ass and he finally looked up to pout. “Oh.”
The pout didn’t last long.
Clearly approving of the shift in the scene, his legs inched out wider and he licked his lips, the innocent part falling away as his inner slut peeked out. “I’m green, Daddy.”
And adorable.
“Me too.” Palming my erection to show him just how green I was, I spread the last of the lube down my shaft and gave it a squeeze.
Milo shivered and his ass clenched like he could already feel me inside him. “I…I…”
I’m ready?
I’m green?
I need to be filled?
I need to be fucked?
I was betting it was a combination of all of them because he let out a soft, needy whine as I moved behind him and he went back to hiding his face. “That’s right. I’m going to take good care of you.”
Squeezing his pink cheeks, I let my fingers press into him just enough to get another shiver from him. “Who do you belong to, baby? Who does this pretty bottom belong to?”
All he got out at first was another embarrassed squeak, but after a few seconds, he pushed out the rest of his thought. “You, Daddy. It belongs to you.”
“That’s right.” Running my hands over his sensitive skin, I made a questioning hum. “But what is it? I don’t think I heard you.”
That got me another adorable sound halfway between embarrassed and desperate. “My pretty bottom, Daddy.”
“That’s right.” Giving him an approving tap, I chuckled when he sucked in a breath. “My good boy has a very pretty bottom.”
While he was busy trying to decide what type of dramatic he was going to be, I grabbed the base of my dick to steady it and pressed the head against his opening. As I breached his hole, he shifted his drama in a new direction and moaned, low and needy. “Oh, Daddy…”
Clearly that was what he’d wanted, so I carefully inched deeper, doing my best not to rush him. I knew he was ready, but my goal was to make him crazy, not push him too fast. So I kept it slow and steady as he moaned and rocked, waiting to go faster until he whimpered and clenched. “Please…”
Perfection.
Giving him what he wanted, and probably needed, I went faster and harder, building up until I was bottoming out with every thrust. Milo was gasping and moaning every time I brushed his prostate and every time I filled him up completely. “Daddy…I…”
It wasn’t enough words but his tone was beautiful and the way he tightened around me said he was close. Not too close, though, because I kept him right on that edge until he was shaking and rocking back to meet me, making me nail him even harder.
When his tone hit desperate, I blanketed myself over him as I reached under him to wrap my hand around his dick. All it took was one firm stroke to throw him over and he cried out, shaking and dragging me over the edge with him as his body clamped down around me like a vise.