Trust in Me - Quinn Ward Page 0,76

wanted him so sex-drunk he passed out. “Daddy! I didn’t know—”

“Thought you could play with yourself and I’d never know?” It took concerted effort to keep my voice more stern than amused. “Are you supposed to play with your treasure when Daddy doesn’t give you permission?”

“No, Daddy.” His shoulders sagged. I stilled his hand when he reached for the phone. He wanted to get himself off, now he was going to do it with me goading him the entire time.

“Slide over, baby.” While he moved to the center of the bed, I quickly stripped out of my pants, leaving my button-down shirt and boxer briefs in place. This moment still needed to be about him.

I laid down behind him, pressing my erection against the crease of his ass. “Keep going, Sam. Show me how you get yourself off when I’m not around.”

“Does that mean I’m not in trouble?” He looked back at me and I couldn’t help but laugh at the hopeful expression on his face.

I propped myself on an elbow so I could kiss my boy. I gripped his chin tightly, forcing his lips apart so I could taste him. He moaned softly, his hips twitching as he continued stroking. He was breathless by the time I ended the kiss. I dragged my gaze over his body, humming with approval when I caught sight of the front of his undies pushed down enough to expose his dick. I knew he was self-conscious about it at times, but it really was fucking perfect. It had definitely taken some getting used to the differences at first, but now I couldn’t imagine him any other way.

I hoped he understood my gift wasn’t about that. My dick twitched as I thought about what I hoped would happen later.

I reached past him and propped his phone against a pillow so we could both watch. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen the clip Sam was watching. He had opened my eyes to entire sites devoted to porn with trans guys, and the couple on screen was one of our favorites.

I dug my fingers into Sam’s hips, humping against him, wanting to put Sam on his knees like the guy on screen. He was one hell of a cock sucker, so eager to please. “You want to take me deep like that, baby? You’re even better at it than he is. You barely even notice anymore when I shove my dick down your throat.”

“Love it when you fuck my face,” he admitted breathlessly. His hand stopped moving, so I covered it with my own, guiding his fingers back to what he was supposed to be doing.

“One of these days, I’m going to suck you like that,” I told him. “Going to drop to my knees in front of you and take you into my mouth.”

“Daddy!” While he worked his dick, I slid my hand deeper between his legs, slipping the tip of my middle finger inside of him.

I kept fucking him as I kissed and nipped my way down his neck. Sam was so damn close, and I wanted to feel his body tense around my fingers. “Want you to lose control for me tonight, Sam. You’re going to fuck my face. Twist your fingers in my hair and choke me with your dick.”

“Is that—” I cut off his question with a kiss, fucking him harder and deeper, needing him out of his mind enough he’d think this was nothing more than a fantasy rather than something that I really, really hoped was about to happen.

“Then, I’m going to get on my hands and knees for you,” I continued. My ass clenched at the thought of his tongue lapping against my hole, loosening my body to take him. “You’ve asked me if I like having my ass played with, and tonight you’re going to find out how much. I need you, Sam. So fucking bad. I want to feel your mouth on my ass. That tongue’s going to drive me crazy as you get me ready. Is that still something you want to try, Sam?”

I was careful to repeatedly call him by name, setting the tone, making sure he knew tonight was a night for us to connect as equals, not as boy and Daddy.

“Please!” He tried rolling to face me, but I held him in place. “You’re really gonna let me touch you there?”

My late-night shopping adventure had happened shortly after he’d first mentioned wondering what it was like topping. He dismissed my observation