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hand that wasn’t trapped between us went to my cock. He liked tugging on it and playing with it when it was soft—and sometimes pouted when it turned hard. Until he realized he liked that even more.
He was such a precious, expressive boy.
Desire zinged and zapped from my chest down to my cock.
He lifted his head after a while and frowned at me. “You’re getting hard too fast. I thought getting older would take care of that.”
I stifled a laugh. “I’m very sorry that you turn me on to this extent. I’ll work on it.”
He huffed. “I’m just saying. It’s okay for boys to come in two minutes, not for Daddies.”
“Oh, is that a fact?” I rumbled a chuckle, finding him too cute for words. “When was the last time I came in two minutes?”
“I dunno. Never? But you get my point.”
“I’m not sure anyone would, pet. Getting hard and coming are two very different things. I thought you knew that.” I pointed to my cock. “Now, put that mouth of yours to better use and show Daddy your sweet little hole.”
It was the one position that still flustered him, even to this day. It was part of why I loved it. My blushing boy with his ass in my face—life didn’t get much better than that.
Before he could turn around and hitch a leg over me, I grabbed the oil and stuffed an extra pillow behind my head. Then he straddled my face and scooted forward slightly.
“That’s perfect,” I murmured. “Suck me, beautiful.”
He nuzzled the base of my cock and snaked his tongue around me, slowly coating me with saliva before he reached the head and engulfed me in wet warmth.
I released a breath and drizzled some oil between his ass cheeks.
It was an intoxicating sight, seeing how the glistening oil trickled over his soft, smooth ass.
“Don’t come all over my chest this time.” I ghosted two fingers over his opening and spread the coconutty liquid.
“It happened once,” he defended.
“Because you’ve turned into an ass-slut, just like your Daddy.” I kept rubbing the oil into his sensitive flesh, my digits gliding with ease. “You didn’t even touch yourself. You just fucked yourself on my fingers like a desperate little whore, and then you were spraying your come in Daddy’s chest hair.”
He whimpered and clenched around the tip of my finger. “I couldn’t help it,” he implored.
I responded by hooking my arms under his thighs and pulling him back to my face. Then I tongued his asshole, kissed it deeply, and grazed my teeth over the soft protrusions.
Peyton gasped, only to exhale a long, pleading moan.
I managed to reach his neck, a silent command to lower himself over my cock again.
“Good boy,” I murmured huskily. I set an unhurried pace, undulating my hips to slide the head of my cock against the back of his throat. “Fuck my tongue, Peyton. I know you want to.”
He found that embarrassing, much to my delight. He constantly needed that shove before he tumbled into a pool of his own depravity. Nothing turned me on more than providing the push.
“Don’t be shy, little one. You love it when I fuck myself on your tongue too, don’t you?”
“That’s different,” he mewled, stroking me off. “Oh God…” He sank into my touch when I replaced my tongue with my fingers instead. “I need your cock, Daddy. It feels so good. I miss it. Daddy, I miss it.”
His words went straight to my cock, and I had to suppress a groan.
Making him desperate always worked. Once he was fucking my fingers with his urgent moans following each thrust, I returned to using my tongue instead, and he was past shame and boundaries. He just plain needed.
It was then I could switch things up. It was then I had him where I wanted.
Ordering him to insert a toy into my ass, I helped him off me and repositioned the pillows behind me so I could half sit. At this point, he’d do anything I said.
“Can I kiss you down there first, please?” he asked.
“Another time,” I promised. “I want you riding my cock within the next minute. Daddy’s gonna watch you.”
“Oh.” He grinned nervously and coated the egg in oil, carefully avoiding the string at the end. “I better make it good for you, then.” When he slid the curved toy between my cheeks, I sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly, pushing back until it was all in.
Oh, fucking hell, that’s it.
“Highest setting?” he wondered.
I nodded quickly