Healing Carson's Little - Izaia Winter Page 0,52

in the world to say. “Now, this can go in either of two ways. One, I get you off.” He punctuated his statement with a firm squeeze, sending delicious pleasure spiraling down my body. “Or two, I can talk you through it as you touch yourself.”

Was there really any choice?

“You,” I said, straining against his hold just to feel his firm grip holding me tight. I moaned at the restriction.

Nodding, Carson gently pushed me out of his lap. “Then we’re going to do this right.”

“Huh?” I sat on the floor, still cuddling Sprinkles to my chest as Carson stood.

He reached down and slipped his hands under my arms. “Up, little darling.”

Scrambling to my feet with his help, Carson took my hand and led me to the daybed. Climbing in, Carson leaned against the corner, his big, strong body entirely at odds with the dainty bed. Crooking at finger at me, Carson spread his legs and patted the spot between them.

Shuffling toward him, I climbed up onto the bed and kneeled on my feet between his legs. With a laughing smile, he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. Falling back on my butt, I sighed as Carson pulled me against his chest.

He placed his hands up high against my collarbones. His hands traveled downward, his thumbs flicking against my sensitive nipples.

“Soon,” he breathed against my neck as he continued down. I held my breath when his hands reached my pants. His fingers slipped under my waistband, his fingertips skimming against my sensitive skin but went no further.

“Miller,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “We’ll talk later about safewords and limits. I just want you to know that you say no, and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop,” I said, lifting my hips. “Please.”

With a chuckle, Carson tugged at my pants. After he’d pushed them down to my knees, I kicked my legs until my pants lay on the floor next to the bed. Thankful Carson couldn’t see my pink cheeks, I bent my knees and helped him remove my plain, white boxers.

“These won’t do,” he said against my ear as he tossed them aside. He slipped a hand under my shirt and pressed his palm to my chest. He placed his other hand on my thigh, inches from where I needed him most. “My little darling would look best in pretty, pink lace.”

Nodding, I watched as his fingers slid up my leg. Holding my breath, I watched as his powerful hand wrapped around my shaft. Mewling, I spread my legs for him as I leaned back into his chest. Up and down, his touch was confident as he worked my body. He ran his hand over the head. He took the bit of precum that had spilled from my cock and rubbed it along my shaft. Looking down, I watched his hand slide up and down my glistening flesh.

“Does that feel good?” he asked as his touch roughened a bit.

Squeezing Sprinkles in my hands, I gasped as pleasure and need flowed through my body.

“Carson.” I leaned my head back against his shoulder, looking up into his face.

His eyes were on fire as his gaze met mine. The hand petting my chest slipped out from under my shirt to grab my chin. “Look at that,” he whispered softly, reverently. “My little darling looks so beautiful.”

Leaning down, Carson’s mouth took mine as a finger gently tickled the sensitive skin around the head of my cock. The kiss didn’t last long as a warm feeling built low in my body.

“Carson, I—please.” I released Sprinkles with one hand and grabbed Carson’s forearm. I could feel the muscles in his arm working as he continued to drive me closer and closer to the edge.

I squirmed in his lap, reaching for the elusive feeling that would send me over. I could almost touch it. “Please,” I begged, sensing Carson knew exactly what I needed.

His hand turned firm as he tugged at my cock. “Do you need to come?” he asked. “Do you want to come for me?”

“Yes!” I gasped and wiggled my hips. “Yes, please.”

“Come for me,” he said as his other hand dipped low to tease at my aching hole. “Come all over your pretty stomach just for me. I want to taste it.”

My body jerked and locked up. I gave a sharp cry as warm cum splashed against my stomach.

“Good boy,” he said, as he gentled his touch and milked me dry. He lifted his hand and touched the warm fluid. After swirling his finger through

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