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his thigh and fondled his balls with his other hand.
“Ay, dios mío, that’s hot, baby. So hot. In and out, in and out. Show Papi how much you like to finger your ass.”
“Oh, God… yes.”
Donovan stabbed his finger into his hole, pushing back his ass as if seeking to plunge the digit into his passage as deeply as possible.
“Add another finger, mijo. Stretch that hole for me real good.”
Silver moaned along with his boy as Donovan frantically thrust his fingers in and out of his greedy hole. Donovan had stopped second-guessing himself and was in the moment with Silver, his mind free of the stresses he carried within him night and day.
“Now roll back over. I need to see that pretty cock while you fuck yourself with the dildo.”
Donovan did as he was told, his skin flushed and eyes hooded as he regarded Silver.
“I want to please you, Papi. Make you happy.”
“You are, mijo. You are.” Silver squirted more lube on his heated length and indicated to the screen. “Pour more slick on your pucker. I don’t want my baby hurt. I expect you to fuck yourself deep and hard for Papi, got it?”
Donovan nodded shakily. “Y-yeah. Got it.”
Silver slathered more lube on his own cock, getting it nice and slippery, while rolling his balls in their sac in anticipation f the grand finale.
“Are you ready, mijo? Ready to take that thick, nine-inch monster?”
“Yes, Papi, so ready.”
“Then prop your feet up on the throw pillows, and tilt back. Now, lift up your leg and show me your stretched, wet hole.”
“Like this, Papi?”
Donovan had draped one leg so that it dangled over the crook of his elbow, and pulled aside an ass cheek using his opposite hand. The view was perfect.
“Exactly like that.” His cock was throbbing like a motherfucker. “It’s time, mijo. Time to show me what you can do.”
“Yes, Papi, for you.”
Silver almost shot his load the moment the wide, round head of the fake phallus spread open Donovan’s rim, then was immediately swallowed up by his hole. His shiny skin deepened in color as it was stretched tightly around the thick object. Donovan threw back his head, groaning, his hips swiveling as he pushed the enormous dildo deeper into his ass with each thrust.
When Donovan had taken all nine inches, the dildo bottoming out where the fake balls met Donovan’s crack, Silver started jacking himself in earnest.
“I wanna see if we can do this together, mijo. Now you have my permission to touch. Jerk off and fuck yourself at the same time. Make Papi come because of how dirty his boy is.”
As Donovan rode the dildo and his fingers flew over his long, slender cock—Silver let himself go, let the need build low in his core, the tingling gathering at the base of his spine as he stood at the edge of the precipice.
“Mijo! Come for me, come for Papi!”
Donovan let out a garbled yell, with Silver quickly following. But he didn’t look away, didn’t miss the streams of cum that Donovan shot over his fist, his belly, one splash hitting his chest. Silver wished he could be there to taste his boy.
They both lay breathless in the aftermath, but Silver wanted one more thing.
“Taste yourself, mijo. Show Papi how much you like eating your cum, but don’t take your eyes off me while you do.”
Donovan dragged two fingers through the sticky dew on his belly, then brought them to his mouth. He sucked them in, licking between the digits and giving them a thorough cleaning.
“You’re perfect, baby. Now use more cum to paint your lips, then lick them clean.”
Silver bit his knuckle as Donovan obeyed his every command. Donovan was proving to be a most excellent boy.
“Did I do a good job, Papi?”
Silver took in the visual of a debauched Donovan, his ass still stuffed full of dildo, his thighs spread, his softening cock resting against his belly, with a relaxed smile decorating his lips.
“You were perfect, mijo. Absolutely perfect.”
Chapter Sixteen
Silver added up the amount needed from his boss to make the restoration happen. He’d managed to find a set of wire wheels for the Morgan—which was nothing short of a miracle—as well as a steering wheel to replace the cracked one it had come with. Getting Carl to finally pony up for the bumper had taken more finesse than Silver had realized he was capable of. It had been like talking a bear out of his honey.
But Carl was dropping by in a few to not