Page 48 of Father Figure

My head was still fuzzy from the rum, and when his lips closed around the engorged head of my cock, I almost blacked out. Tight, hot suction, a tongue that tickled and teased every nerve ending in my shaft, the choking constriction of his throat—my balls felt like they would burst wide open from too much pleasure.

His head moved up and down as he sucked me senseless, his hand and mouth working in a coordinated dance to make me lose my mind.

“Cass,” I hissed, feeling my balls tightening. If he didn’t stop, I was going to blow in his mouth.

Grasping for my shorts, I slid my hand into the pockets, searching for those handy packets of lube I’d been carrying with me all day. “Here, use this,” I begged, thrusting them in his face.

“Christ,” he cursed, grabbing the packet from my hand. “I don’t know whether to be impressed or concerned. Where did you get this?”

“Amazon?” Were they difficult to find? Because I had a shitload of them stashed in my duffel bag aboard the boat.

Cass reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a foil packet that I assumed held a condom. Tearing it open with his teeth, he kneeled between my legs, rolling it over his cock, and I watched, fascinated at the sight of him touching it, giving it a couple of tugs before smearing some of the lube over the rubber. Candlelight danced across his skin in dark shadows, highlighting the ridges and valleys of his abs in stark relief.

Cass was beyond gorgeous, more than a fantasy—he was indescribable. Hotter than hot, sexier than the cover model from a romance novel.

He leaned over me, and I tipped back, facing my hands behind me on the blanket. Cass nipped my jaw and my lips, sucking and biting on them, driving me nuts. “If I had a thousand nights with you, it still wouldn’t be enough,” he breathed over my lips.

“It doesn’t have to end tonight,” I pleaded, hoping beyond hope he would agree.

His lips moved to my ear, and he chuckled softly, making goosebumps dance over my skin. “Let’s discuss that when I’m not so desperate to be inside of you.”

He was desperate? Not as desperate as I was. “I’m ready.”

“Not quite, little one. Not yet.” He slid his slippery fingers over my balls, rolling them gently, before sliding them down my smooth taint. When he grazed my hole, I gasped and clenched every muscle in my body, and he laughed. “Don’t be in such a rush to get to the finish line. Enjoy the race.”

Cass rubbed back and forth over my sensitive pucker, teasing my taint, the barest whisper of touch across my balls, just enough to keep me on edge. I was starved for more, but he stubbornly refused to give it to me. My body burned and my hips bucked on their own, chasing his touch.

Ugh, just fill me already! Stuff me whole!

When he finally pushed through the tight ring of muscle, I practically sobbed with relief. It wasn’t a feeling I could describe with words, but it was all-consuming. There wasn’t any part of my body unaffected by him. My skin burned, my blood sang with desire, and my mind was a fuzzy slosh of sweet rum and wicked thoughts. The nerve endings in my bottom burned, and the most incredible heat simmered in my belly.

“The look on your face tells me you’re ready. God, Nicky,” he brushed his lips over mine, a lingering kiss. “You look so fucking gorgeous like this.”

Like, what? What the hell did I look like?

“Smooth, bare skin highlighted by the moon, your lips swollen and parted, your eyes hooded and heavy with desire—you look wrecked, and I’ve only just begun.”

He might have just begun, but I was about to blow. I wonder how many times I can come in a row?

Cass pumped his fingers in and out of my ass, loosening my hole to fit something much thicker. His fingers grazed the special spot deep inside of me, and a shot of precum pulsed from my slit. “Ungh! Cass, please.”

Slowly, he slid his fingers from my body, and I wanted to cry at the loss of him. Cass dropped over me, urging me to lie on my back, and covered my body with his. He nudged my thighs apart with his knee, took his cock in hand, and trailed it through my cheeks. With my knees bent, I was able to push against him, welcoming him. The slippery rubber felt smooth and warm against my hole, and when he took my lips in a searing kiss, swirling his tongue with mine, he pushed inside of me with little resistance. It didn’t hurt, but it burned, and Cass swallowed my gasp.

“You’re incredibly tight,” he panted as he buried himself balls deep in my ass. “So fucking tight.” Cass took my lips again, and I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—his kiss and his cock owned me completely.

All I could taste and feel was Cass.

“I’m gonna move now. You ready?”

I could only nod. And when he moved, all I could do was grasp his shoulders and hold on for the ride of my life. By the time I realized the burning had stopped, I could feel my balls tightening and began to plead for more time.

“No, not yet. NotyetNotyetNotyet. Make it last,” I begged against his mouth.

“Forever wouldn’t be long enough,” he murmured, his warm breath mingling with mine in the humid summer air.

Cass trailed his lips all over my face, nipping at my jaw, nibbling on my lips, brushing his nose with mine, sucking on my ears and neck. I was caught up in his dizzying spell, hoping it never ended. But all too soon, his thrusts became faster and harder.

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t hold it in another second. My fingernails bit into his skin and I curled my legs around his waist. “Please, Cass. Please,” I begged, my ragged breaths sharp in his ear.

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