Page 40 of The Bratty Heir

The first smack of Victor's hand against his ass made Rocco gasp. It was followed by another, and another, until his cheeks were stinging and warm.

"Count," Victor growled.

"O-one," Rocco stammered. "Two. Three. Four..."

By the tenth strike, Rocco was a writhing mess, cock leaking steadily onto the sheets below. His ass felt like it was on fire, pleasure and pain blurring into exquisite sensation.

"Please," he whimpered. "Please, Daddy, I need..."

Victor's large hand smoothed over Rocco's reddened flesh. "What do you need, baby boy? Use your words."

"You," Rocco gasped. "Need you inside me, splitting me open. Please, Daddy, I'll be so good..."

Victor chuckled darkly. "Oh, I know you will be. My perfect little cockslut."

The praise sent a shiver down Rocco's spine. He heard the snap of a bottle cap, then the cool slide of lube against his hole. Victor worked him open with brutal efficiency, thick fingers stretching and probing until Rocco was a babbling mess.

"Daddy, please," he begged. "I'm ready, I swear, just fuck me already!"

Victor withdrew his fingers, leaving Rocco clenching around nothing. "So impatient," he tsked. "Maybe I should leave you like this, desperate and aching. Teach you a lesson in patience."

Rocco whined, pushing his hips back. "No, please, I'll be good. I promise. Just need you so bad, Daddy."

"Shh, I've got you, baby." Victor lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Rocco's fluttering hole. "Gonna give you what you need."

He pushed in slowly, inexorably, until he was fully seated. Rocco keened at the stretch, the burning fullness exactly what he craved.

Victor set a punishing pace, each thrust nailing Rocco's prostate with unerring accuracy. The room filled with the obscene slap of skin on skin, mingled with Rocco's breathless moans and Victor's guttural grunts.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby," Victor growled. "So tight for me, like your greedy little hole was made for my cock."

Rocco could only whimper in response, lost in the overwhelming sensations. He felt owned, claimed in the most primal way.

Victor set a punishing pace, each thrust nailing Rocco's prostate with unerring accuracy. The room filled with the obscene slap of skin on skin, mingled with Rocco's breathless moans and Victor's guttural grunts.

"Touch yourself," Victor commanded. "Want to feel you come on my cock."

Rocco reached between his legs, wrapping a hand around his aching length. It only took a few strokes before he was coming with a broken cry, spilling hot and messy over his fist.

The clench of his muscles pushed Victor over the edge. With a roar, he slammed home one final time, emptying himself deep inside Rocco's quivering body.

For a long moment, they stayed locked together, panting and trembling in the aftermath. Then Victor carefully pulled out, gathering Rocco into his arms and peppering his face with tender kisses.

"My good boy," he murmured. "You did so well for Daddy. So perfect, taking my cock like you were made for it."

Rocco preened under the praise, nuzzling into Victor's chest. "Love you, Daddy," he mumbled, his voice small and vulnerable.

Victor's arms tightened around him protectively. "I love you too, baby boy. So much. You're everything to me, you know that?"

Rocco nodded, warmth blooming in his chest at the words. Victor pressed a kiss to the top of his head, then gently disentangled himself.

"Stay here," he said softly. "Daddy's going to get you cleaned up."

He returned moments later with a warm, damp cloth. With infinite tenderness, he wiped Rocco clean, murmuring words of praise and affection the entire time.

"Such a good boy for me," Victor said, his voice full of pride. "So brave and strong. You've come so far, baby. I'm so proud of you."

Rocco basked in the attention, feeling small and cherished. When Victor was finished, he tossed the cloth aside and gathered Rocco back into his arms.

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