Page 46 of Controlled Burn

“Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying the show. Now, how about you return the favor.”

I nodded and made quick work of the rest of my clothes, and he did the same. I had to fight the urge to cover myself as he ran his eyes up and down my body. I was nothing like him. He was all hard muscle and tanned skin, and I was pale and scrawny. It was easy to see that he took working out seriously, while I took naps in my hammock seriously, but my worries were quickly put to rest by the appreciative look in his eyes.

He stepped closer and trailed a finger across my chest and down my abdomen. “Damn, Rabbit, you’re every bit as sexy as I’d imagined, maybe more so.”

Hearing those words gave me the courage to do what I wanted. I kissed my way down his chest to his stomach, lowering myself until I was on my knees. I looked up at him. This exact thing had played out in my fantasies more than once, and this was exactly the way I imagined it. Him, big and strong, standing over me with a wicked grin on his face.

“Can I taste you, Daddy? Please?” I’d always wanted to say that, and he didn’t disappoint. He slid his fingers through my hair, running his fingers through the curls.

“Open up for me, Rabbit.”

He slid his cock into my mouth, and I closed my lips around it, moaning in appreciation. Damn, he tasted good. He tightened his fingers in my hair. “Fuuckk,” he groaned.

Knowing he was enjoying what I was doing, I set out to make this the very best blow job ever. I sucked and licked, alternating between lavishing attention to the head of his cock and taking him as far down my throat as possible.

I pulled almost all the way off and then swallowed him down one more time before he pulled away and looked down at me. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful down there on your knees for me like that, but when I come tonight, I want to be buried so deep inside you that you know exactly who your Daddy is.”

I sucked in a breath and nodded. “Yes, Daddy, that, please.”

“Get up and get on the bed then,” he said, holding out a hand. I took it, and he pulled me up against him, but as soon as I was on my feet, he was kissing me again.

I pulled back and looked at him. “If you want me on the bed, you have to let me go.”

“Says who?” he growled, maneuvered me backward until the bed pressed into the back of my legs, and we both tumbled down on it.

He stretched out on top of me, bracing himself on his elbows and caging me to the bed while looking down into my eyes.

“Are you sure about this? Because if we do this, there’s no going back. Once I have you, there’s no way I’ll be able to spend time with you but pretend I don’t want to touch you.”

“I’m sure.” I reached up, cupping his cheek. “I want this, want you.”

He nodded and reached over to the bedside table for a bottle of lube and a condom. He tossed the lube on the bed by my hip and handed me the condom before rolling to the side. “You put it on me.”

I took it from him, tore it open, and then very, very slowly rolled it on him.

His eyes flared at my touch. “You’re playing with fire there, boy,” he growled, and I chuckled.

I don’t know what had gotten into me, teasing him like that, but it was fun. He was fun, and I had a feeling sex with him was going to be unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

He leaned back over me, kissing me again. Damn, this man could kiss. When he had me almost panting, he pulled back and positioned himself on his knees between my legs. Then he reached out and trailed his fingers across my stomach and down my inner thighs, sending shivers through my body.

He popped open the bottle of lube and poured some in his hand, rubbing it together to warm it. Then he reached down with his right hand and slid one finger inside me. I moaned and thrust against him, wanting more.

“So now you’re in a hurry,” he teased, pressing one hand on my stomach, holding me still. He slid in a second finger and began to thrust in and out. “I love this, watching my fingers slide into you. I could do this all night. As a matter of fact, maybe I will.”

I whimpered. I needed more, and he knew it. That was the point, but I wasn’t above begging if it got me what I wanted. “Please, Daddy. I need more. I need to feel you inside me.”

“Aw, I love the way you beg, so needy and desperate for Daddy’s cock.” He moved back up my body, kissing me again. Then he dragged his nose up my neck to my ear. “Don’t you worry, baby boy. Daddy always gives you what you need.”

And with that, he lined his cock up with my entrance. “Yes,” I cried out, loving the stretch and burn as he slid deep inside my hole.

Once he was fully seated, he stilled, giving me time to adjust before sliding back out and back in again. “Fuck, you feel amazing, baby boy. I knew you would.”

I ran my hand up his chest as he began to rock in and out of me. He reached under me with one hand, lifting my hips so that he could thrust even deeper inside me, hitting just the right spot and sending pleasure coursing through my body.

“Oh god,” I called out. “Yes, like that. Just like that.” He pulled out and thrust back in, over and over. My cock was throbbing, and my balls were already beginning to tighten. It was fast, but I’d been wanting this for so long it was no wonder I was already ready to explode. “Please, Daddy, I need to come, please, I need…”

He slid the hand out from under me that was lifting my hips and used it to grasp my cock, stroking it. “Come for me, Rabbit. Now.” That was all it took. My whole body tensed, and cum spilled from my cock onto his hand. He continued to stroke me through my orgasm until his movements became erratic. He slammed into me hard and stayed there, his cock pulsing inside me.

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