as often as you want. I’ll even plug you up to keep it inside you.” He pours lube onto his fingers and uses them to tease my hole, the same way he did with his tongue. “Or, you can spend the day with my cum dripping down the back of your thighs like the dirty boy you are.”
“Yes,” I moan. I want both, I want everything, but mostly I want Barrett to stop yapping and fill me already.
He slides two fingers inside me at once, stretching me more than he did with his tongue, but still not enough. He works them in nice and slow, his knuckles tugging at my rim, my cock leaking so much precum now it’s making me all sticky. The third finger he adds stings at first but then makes the ache inside me even stronger until my legs are quaking, and my fingers are stiff from twisting the sheets.
Barrett eases his fingers out, picking one last thing up off the bed…the key to the cock cage.
“Yes. Please. Daddy. Please.”
He lines himself up, pressing the big head of his cock against my hole and slipping the key into the lock at the same time. The cage falls away as he pushes inside, the stretch burning deep inside me as my cock rapidly hardens.
It feels so good. Too good. Barrett’s body on top of mine, his huge, heavy cock splitting me apart, my fingers clawing at his sturdy back. I couldn’t hold back my orgasm if my life depended on it. My inner muscles constrict around him and the flood of cum I’ve been holding for a week covers both of us.
He fucks me through it, my release smearing wet and sticky all over our skin, my moans muffled by his tongue in my mouth.
“Such a good boy. Tell Daddy how much you love his cock,” he grunts between kisses. Even after my cum stops pulsing, I hardly feel any relief, my cock still hard as nails, my balls still tight and full, my hole now even more sensitive stretched around his huge cock.
“I love it,” I pant. “More, Daddy. More.”
I meet his kisses with desperate ones of my own, licking and nipping at his mouth and getting drunk on all the sounds he feeds me.
My throat goes raw from begging and moaning, my spanked skin throbbing harder every time Barrett thrusts into me and our bodies slam together. And then I’m coming again, my body washed away on wave after wave of pleasure as more cum paints my belly and sticks to Barrett’s skin.
He grunts and groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck and fucking me deeper until I feel his cock pulsing inside me.
My body sags, my cock finally starting to soften and the persistent aching in my balls leaving me be, at least for now.
Barrett’s kisses get slower and softer, his thrusts stuttering and then stopping all together when his cock slips out, leaving me feeling empty. He rolls onto his side, taking off the condom and tossing it onto the floor next to the bed and then pulling me into his arms. He tucks me right under his chin and I burrow close, a thousand feelings crashing into me all at once— awe and happiness and vulnerability. But mostly, for the first time, I really do feel like I’m his.
“Thank you for giving me something so special, sweet boy,” he says kissing the top of my head and tightening his arms around me.
“My virginity?” I guess and I feel him shake his head.
“No, just you, little rabbit. Your trust, your body, you.”
I press my face into the center of his chest, feeling the tickle of his chest hair and smelling his sweat there. I wonder if I’m real good if he’ll keep me forever. A boy can dream, right?
Chapter 16
Sterling
My behind is stinging something fierce. Every time I move, or sit, or even think about my butt, it starts to feel all hot again. I swear, I can feel the shape of Barrett’s handprints on my skin, and that thought has given me the strangest feeling all day. Good strange.
“All right, t-t-tell me already,” Em says, gesturing with his hands.
I look up from the books I’m shelving, a grin seeming to be permanently attached to my face. “Tell ya what?” I ask.
“Whatever has you smiling so much t-this morning.” He gives me a look, putting one hand on his hip and raising his eyebrows. “Not just smiling, but like, glowing