Page 25 of Daddy Christmas

He was so hard, and it made my mouth water.

“Yeah…” He drew a deep breath and dropped an openmouthed kiss below my ear. “Daddy’s finally going to take his beautiful little boy.”

I whimpered again, so needy that I couldn’t find the right word to describe it, and he picked up the pace. Up the stairs, just a few steps, maybe five, and then he was rounding a corner.

At long last, we ended up in his bedroom, and he lowered me onto the big bed. We just continued. We kissed as if we couldn’t get enough, and I sure couldn’t, and he pressed himself against me, causing a ball of pleasure and need to explode within me.

In a messy rush between kisses and grabbing at each other, we lost the last of our clothes, and I couldn’t fucking stop touching him. His chest, his chest hair, his sides, his neck—I dug my heels into his ass cheeks and let my hands roam up and down his back.

About that thing before, though… Something needed to be said. “Yes to spanking and yes to cuffs and yes to you taking me without much preparation, just…um, I’m not a fan of, like, whips and spiked paddles.”

He rumbled a low, lust-filled chuckle and slipped a hand between us to grip my cock. Hnngh. “In other words, I don’t have to worry about you wanting a torture dungeon.”

I shook my head vigorously and bit my lip. God, that felt good. He stroked me slowly but firmly from base to tip, and I was leaking already.

“Get the oil in my nightstand,” he whispered.

Right this second!

I squirmed around and reached for the stand, but it wasn’t easy because his bed was super big, and he was holding me tightly. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God—then he was sucking my cock into his mouth too.

“Daddy,” I gasped.

He hummed around me and pulled away slowly. “Mmm, Daddy just needed a quick taste.”

Daddy could taste all he wanted, but my butt needed to be filled ASAP. It was his fault.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.

I could suddenly not imagine calling him something else when we were like this. I hadn’t anticipated the sense of freedom I’d get from a title. It was just a word, right? Except, it carried meaning and whispered of the liberation of our sexual identities.

It fueled me. It spurred me on.

I managed to dig out the bottle of oil with all these new sensations surging through me like wildfire, and then I attacked like a possessed little animal. I had to have him right now.

He picked up on my urgency, and maybe he had a beast to unleash too. We rolled around and made out as if our lives depended on it, and I’d never been so thankful for a giant bed. Unlike the one in the guest room, this one was crazy comfortable too.

At some point, I ended up on top of him, and he sat up and kissed me forcefully while he shifted his cock between my butt cheeks.

“Christ, I need to fuck you hard, boy.” He cupped my face in his hands and met me in another tongue-teasing, brutal kiss. I shivered and shivered, and we needed to find that bottle of oil again. We’d lost it in the foreplay.

“Maybe we should have a safeword,” I mumbled, reaching blindly along the covers for the oil.

He nipped at my bottom lip. “How about stop?” he half chuckled.

Oh no, that wouldn’t work for me. I wriggled against his big cock and nuzzled my way down to his neck. “But, um…what if I got off on saying stop, but Daddy can’t stop because he really needs to keep fucking me…?”

I felt the shudder that flowed through him, and he stilled all our movements. For a moment, all I heard was our breathing.

Was he picturing it? Was he grossed out? Was he indulging in his imagination about what it would be like to take everything he wanted from me? Was he insulted? Wyatt had been nothing but a gentleman to me—

“Your safeword is red.”

But praise baby Jesus, he was leaving the gentleman at the door now!

“Fantastic.” I grinned.

He didn’t smile back or anything. He was on a mission; he tossed me down onto the mattress, causing my stomach to flip, and evidently had no problem finding the oil. I eye-fucked him in his naked glory as he slicked up his big, perfect, hard cock in front of me, and I teased him by brushing my fingers up and down my body, my cock, my nipples, and—

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