Cabin Fever - Roe Horvat Page 0,33

pleasure and exertion.

“Daddy…” He sighed. “Daddy, I love your cock. Love it so much…”

“I know you do. Tonight, you’ll get as much of it as you can take.”

“Please, Daddy, keep fucking my hole. Don’t ever stop. I love your cock so much. Please, keep fucking me…”

I slowed down, pacing myself, and kissed his lips. He clung to me, his hands on my thighs and ass, pulling me to him. I knew what his young body was capable of and what to do to make him lose his mind with pleasure. He was already drifting away from reality. I could see it in his face and hear it in the nonsensical, broken sentences he uttered, praising my dick and begging for more.

He was completely at my mercy. I took him into my arms once more and strained to stand again. My legs shook with the exertion, but I managed. I carried him to my bed, laid him down, and wrapped myself around him, then filled his hole over and over with slow, rocking thrusts.

“You feel so good inside me. Thank you, Daddy… thank you,” he babbled. “Please, stay inside me. Please, Daddy…”

When I needed a break, I just circled my hips, listening to his panting breaths and feeling him writhe underneath me. After a while, I sped up, fucking him harder, only to slow down again. Fuck, maybe I could do this for the whole night.

Michael’s words were garbled; he was barely conscious.

“Keep fucking me, please. Keep fucking me…”

I thrust harder. His mouth fell open, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Daddy!”

In the end, Michael was moaning without a pause, inhuman noises tearing out of his throat on every inhale and exhale, his hands clutching the headboard, his eyes squeezed shut. He was hard again, his pretty cock bouncing on his belly.

I rose, kneeling between his spread legs, and pumped my hips harder while I took his erection into my hand.

“Will you come again? Will you yell and mewl and shake for me? Tell me.”

He couldn’t answer. His lips moved, but nothing beyond incomprehensible grunts came out of his mouth.

“My sweet boy. I’ve turned off your brain with my dick, haven’t I?”

He groaned louder at my words. I was getting close again, and this time, I didn’t think I could hold back. Seeing him like this, so completely and utterly mine, was too much for my self-control. I licked my palm and stroked his cock, and Michael arched his back.

I reached deep into him, meeting no resistance, the sense of ownership threatening to overwhelm me. I wanted to feel him come once more. I needed it. I gritted my teeth and moved, filling him over and over, harder and harder. My jaw ached. Harder. My skin slapped against his, his open legs shaking with the force of my thrusts. Holding back my orgasm was like trying to hold back a storm with bare hands. I couldn’t take it… Couldn’t…

“Come on, Mikey. Come on!” I yelled at him, tearing into his body with more force than ever.

Suddenly, Michael wailed, and the first drops of cum splattered onto his belly. Yes!

I threw my head back with the rush of pleasure and emotion. My sweet boy, coming for me. Now, I could let go. I roared when I came, his walls squeezing around me, milking my cock, and I felt as if his hole was sucking the cum out of my balls, his body melting together with mine, and I knew I’d never find my way out.

I stayed inside him and kissed him, pushing into his slack mouth, but he was barely responsive.

With regret, I pulled out of him and licked his cum off his belly and chest. Then I rolled his limp body to his side and spooned him.

“I love your cock so much. Love it…”

His mumbled words sounded as if he wanted to say something else.

I was a fool.

“I can feel your cum,” he whispered, half-asleep.

“You like sleeping with my cum inside you, sweet boy?”

“It makes me dream of you. No nightmares…”

I knew it from the beginning. Michael Bourgeon would ruin me. And he had. In barely four weeks.

15

Daddy likes me

Michael

I woke up with a sense of satisfaction so profound I felt it in the marrow of my bones. I’d come on Vincent’s beautiful cock twice last night. In fact, the sex felt like one long orgasm, stretched between two peaks. My body had quivered with ecstasy for the whole time he’d been inside me. He was magical.

I rolled on his