eyes glinting in the light of the lamp, his face expressionless.
I swallowed. I longed to touch him so much it made my heart ache.
“I’m cold. Can I sleep here?”
Without a word, Vincent lifted the covers. I curled up next to him. As soon as I felt his warmth, and his scent registered in my brain, every muscle in my body relaxed. He threw the blanket over me and turned off the lamp. After a minute, his heavy arm landed across my torso. I sighed.
“Thank you.”
“Sleep, Mikey.”
I fell asleep with a smile on my face, Vincent’s breath tickling my neck.
“Vincent?”
“Yes?”
“Did you sleep at all?”
“Yes.”
“Vincent?”
“What now?”
“You’re hard.”
“And?”
I pushed my ass into his lap and rubbed my ass cheeks against him.
“Do you want something, boy?” he rasped into my ear.
“I’m horny.”
“You’re always horny. My little slut.”
“Please, Daddy. Will you give me your cum?”
“I won’t fuck you. You’re sore from last night.”
“Please, Daddy. I just want your cum.”
“On your front.”
I did as I was told, like a good obedient boy. Parting my thighs, I offered him my ass, not even caring what he was going to do with me. My senses were full of his scent, his voice, the warmth of his body. Here in his bed, he was my Master. He placed his palm on my ass cheek and opened me up.
“Wider. Show me your hole.”
I spread my legs wider and curved my spine, giving him everything.
“That’s it. My pretty hole. Yesterday, you were so good for me, taking my cock like you’ve been born to do it.”
“You can take me whenever you want. I’m your fuckhole.”
“You’re mine, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m yours.”
The tip of his cock kissed my hole, rubbing against my sensitive skin as he jerked himself off. He massaged my ass with his other hand. It didn’t take long. He groaned from deep within, and warm liquid covered my pucker.
“Fuck, yes,” I muttered. I was so hard I could’ve wept with need.
I reached back and dipped my finger into his spunk running down my crease. I pushed it back into me, then scooped up more and stuffed my hole with it. It calmed me, easing the burn I’d felt after he’d fucked me last night. Warm palms held my ass cheeks open, and I knew Vincent was watching my fingers.
“Help me,” I whispered.
A thick finger ran up my crease, gathering the fluid. I stretched my hole open with two fingertips, and he pushed the cum inside. I clenched, closing it in me. The slick wetness felt heavenly in my sore ass. Vincent petted my pucker and smeared the rest around, massaging it into my skin.
“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you so much.”
“You’re such a slut for it.” He bit my ass cheek. His mouth on my ass was as close as I’d ever gotten to getting an actual kiss from him. I hummed at the touch, wiggling my ass into his face, begging for more.
“Cum-crazed slut.”
He bit the other cheek, then kissed the skin as if soothing the sting. I closed my eyes.
“Make yourself come,” he ordered, a thumb over my closed hole.
Thinking of his cum inside me, I reached underneath me and circled my weeping cock. He kept tormenting my ass, little nips and swipes of his tongue, and I fucked into my fist, whimpering into the sheets.
“My filthy boy.”
“Yours.”
“Yes, you are.”
“I’m yours, Daddy.”
“Come.”
And I did. As if he pushed a button with his voice.
He rolled me onto my back and nodded at my soiled hand.
“Lick it clean.”
I lapped at my palm, my balls still tingling, then shoved my fingers into my mouth one by one, eating my cum, while Vincent stared, his eyes hard, jaw clenched, his rugged face exuding dominance. Ownership.
“Got enough?”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered for the umpteenth time. I knew he liked it when I said it. Like a good obedient boy.
“I’m hungry too.” He slapped my hip and rose.
“And even you need more sustenance than just jizz. C’mon. I’ll make breakfast.”
I grinned. He tried to keep his cool, but Vincent was melting. He liked me. And not just as a warm hole for his big dick.
I put on a long-sleeved T-shirt, but forewent the underwear. Me traipsing around the cabin naked from the waist down would make Vincent crazy. I made coffee while his cum trickled out of my hole, spreading between my cheeks. I felt so dirty, so sexy.
I leaned on the kitchen counter, pushing my ass out, teasing him with the glistening smears. I sipped my coffee.
Vincent smirked, shaking his head at my antics.
“You