Page 115 of Dad Next Door

Quinn’s back dipped as he relaxed. “Yeah,” he croaked. “I want that.”

Loosely, I gripped his cock with my slicked-up hand and stroked down his length.

“You want my tongue, baby?” I gave him a few more strokes.

He spread his legs wider. “Give it to me.”

Still stroking him, I used my free hand to open him up. Pressing my tongue against his taint, I dragged it up his crease, over his hole, and all the way up to his tailbone.

He grunted and spread his legs the slightest bit wider.

Taking that as my cue that he was ready, I sped up my strokes on his dick and fluttered my tongue over his hole.

He pushed back against my mouth with another low groan. This was usually when he lost focus and needed to stop. This was a good sign.

Starting slowly so I didn’t overwhelm him, I teased his hole, licking and kissing the sensitive spot, moving progressively harder and faster, and using his pleasure sounds as my guide.

“Oh fuck.” He fell onto his elbows, his ass in the air. “Holy fuck,” he cried out, his voice muffled as he pressed his face into the bed.

Letting go of his cock, I gripped his hips and held him still. Or at least as still as I could while he writhed and wiggled against my mouth.

“Tris.” His chest hit the bed as his arms seemed to give out on him. “Oh god.”

Wanting more of those cries, I doubled my efforts, using every trick I knew to extract as much pleasure from him as possible, not letting up until he fell onto his stomach with a strangled cry.

“More.” He popped his ass up in the sexiest back arch I’d ever seen. “Give me more.”

Grabbing the lube, I slicked up my fingers and shifted closer to him. “Ready?” I pressed one finger against his softened hole.

“Do it.”

Slowly, I pushed my finger inside him. He was already relaxed enough that I slid in with almost no resistance.

“Two,” he ordered after only a few strokes.

I worked a second one in, making sure I hit his spot with each glide of my fingers.

He rocked with me, dragging his cock against the bed. I let him set the pace as I traced my eyes over his back and thighs.

His body was magnificent, but it was the position he was in that was driving me crazy. I’d never really had a dominant side per se but seeing him spread out and fucking himself on my fingers triggered a part of me that didn’t want to just make love to him—it wanted to claim him.

“Now.” He clenched around my fingers. “Do it now, Tris.”

Slowing my fingers, I gently pulled them out of him. He stayed where he was, his body limp.

My own dick was aching, my balls so tight they twinged, but I ignored them and picked up the plug.

The cracking of the plastic casing echoed like a whip as I peeled it open and pried the plug free. When it was out, I tossed the packaging aside and quickly rubbed a generous amount of lube over it.

“You doing okay?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He popped his hips up again and spread his knees wide, almost in a frog pose.

“You’re doing good.” I pressed the tip of the plug against his hole. “Breathe in.”

He sucked in a breath, then slowly let it out.

Gently, I pressed the plug against him until the tip popped through and breached him.

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