Page 116 of Dad Next Door

“That’s it.” I kept my tone even and soft as I pushed the plug inside him. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

I paused when it was about a quarter of the way in him, angled it so the tip would hit his prostate, and gently fucked him with it.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered and pushed back against it, forcing more of it inside him with each thrust.

“There you go.” I rubbed his ass cheek and added a little more pressure on the plug to help it slip in further.

He grunted and wiggled a bit as he stretched around the widest part of it.

“Just a little bit more. You’ve got this,” I urged when his rhythm faltered. Watching him take the plug was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

With a gasping breath, he pushed back against the plug, the last inch of it disappearing inside him before the base settled against his skin.

“Fuck!” He shuddered and fell on the bed, his hips twitching.

Laying over him, I fit my dick between his plump ass cheeks and dropped little kisses on his back and shoulders. The base of the plug rubbed against my shaft, the friction helping to calm my desire so I could focus on Quinn and not on how turned on I was.

He wiggled and panted and thrust his hips beneath me, shifting the plug inside him so it hit exactly where he needed it to while simultaneously rubbing his cock against the sheets.

“Does that feel good?” I whispered, my lips next to his ear.

“Yeah. So good,” he choked out.

“Now imagine how good it’ll feel when it’s my cock.” I kissed his cheek. “When it’s me giving you exactly what you need.”

He lifted his head and rubbed his cheek against mine. “Fuck, Tris.”

“Do you want that?”

He clenched his cheeks around my cock, his hips moving as he humped the bed. The movement was the same as though he was stroking me, and while it most likely wasn’t intentional, it was so good I had to pull my dick free so I didn’t come.

“I want it.”

I moved off him. He got up on his hands and knees, his arms and legs shaking and wobbly. “Fuck me.” He looked over his shoulder, his eyes blazing with lust and desire.

Gripping the plug base, I slowly pulled it out of him, wiggling and twisting it to make it easier. “That’s it, you’re doing so good, baby.”

He moaned but didn’t look away.

When the plug was free, I tossed it aside and sat back on my heels. “How do you want it?”

He paused, indecision clouding his features.

“Do you want to start from behind?” I found the lube and poured some into my hand.

“Yeah, okay.” He lay down on the bed and spread his legs wide. “But like this. I need to feel you.”

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QUINN

“Do you want to start from behind?” Tristan asked, scooping up the lube.

“Yeah, okay.” I lay down on the bed and spread my legs wide. “But like this. I need to feel you.”

Tristan shifted closer to me, one hand gripping his cock. He looked powerful and commanding behind me, and my insides did something funny.

Turning away, I pressed my cheek into the bed and closed my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to watch him, but I knew I’d get distracted and lose focus if all my senses were on high alert.

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