Page 119 of Whistle

I groaned low and long when his fingers wrapped around me, squeezing the base, then dragging up until his fist caught beneath my bulbous head. He squeezed the sensitive ring just beneath, and I threw my head back and groaned again.

He gave me a tug, then swiped his thumb over my leaking slit, and I watched him stick it between his lips. His eyes asked, and my body moved, rising to my feet. Quickly, my pants and boxers were discarded, and then he took me in hand again, captivating blue eyes staring up the length of my body.

“Can I suck you, Daddy?” he asked and then parted his lips and stuck out his tongue.

My balls tingled, tightening against my body from the sinful sight he made. I grabbed my shaft and slapped it onto the flat of his tongue.

He hummed happily, and I did it again.

Pushing my hand away, he wrapped his around my girth and licked over the tip, making us both moan. Mine turned into a choke when he slid down over me like a tight glove. Eyes flying open, I stared down my body as he took me deep, lips stretching with every inch he claimed.

I rested my hand on the crown of his head, but he took another inch, and my fingers twisted in his blond strands. He pulled back and then slid over me again, repeating the action until I was a panting, straining mess. When my cock started to pulse, he pulled back and pushed it against my stomach and licked over my tight balls. He sucked and licked, coaxing them from the tight fit within my scrotum until they were heavy and loose in his mouth.

My thighs shaking, dick leaking, he brought me to the brink and let me teeter there, lavishing attention on my dick as though he worshipped it. When my stomach started cramping with desperation, I reached under his arms and lifted him to his feet. His chin was wet, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed. The golden curls around his face were knotted, and the hickey on his neck was deep purple.

I picked him up, and he wrapped his arms and legs around me. Despite being close to detonating with lust, my heart somersaulted, reminding me he owned more than just my body.

Between us, I could feel the dampness of the satin over his dick, such a dirty contrast to the sweetness of him resting his chin on my shoulder with a sigh. I took the stairs two at a time, rubbing my fingertips over his lace-covered ass.

In the bedroom, I shut the door and left him in the center of the room to grab a bottle of lube and a condom. Even in the shadows, I could see the dark spot on the light-colored silk, and I reached out to cup his package in my hand.

As I rubbed him, his lips found my pec and kissed across it, latching on to my nipple and sucking it deep in his mouth. My grunt melded into a drawn-out groan, body arching into the ministrations of his tongue. After doing the same to the other side, he withdrew and backed toward the bed, eyes beckoning me to follow.

He climbed onto the bed on all fours, showing me his lingerie-covered ass. Tossing down the supplies, I hooked my fingers in the waistband, about to pull them away.

He reached around and stopped me, and I raised an eyebrow at his defiance. His upper body hit the mattress, and he reached behind to grab his cheeks and pull. The lace parted with his skin, giving me a clear view of his tight hole.

I moaned, my dick jumping at the idea of sinking between those cheeks, sullying such delicate fabric. “You dirty boy,” I murmured, laying the pad of my finger over his exposed hole.

He whimpered, arms going slack.

I tsked. “I’m not done looking yet, Goldilocks. Hold yourself open for me.”

He did, and I circled his rim with my finger, trailing it all the way down to his satin-covered sack and deeper to fondle his hard cock. He pushed back against my hand, and I dragged back up, using the pads of both thumbs to massage his hole.

He slumped against the blanket, and I continued to massage, loosening his hole, watching his body become more and more lax. By the time I pushed the tip of one thumb inside him, he was writhing on the bed.

“Please.”

“Please, what?” I murmured, pushing again into his body.

“Please, Daddy.”

“Leaning forward, I replaced my thumb with my tongue, and his hands fell away from his body as his thighs shook. I parted his cheeks myself, licking and sucking his rim, marveling at his sweetness and how pliant he became.

“Up on the bed,” I told him, standing back, and he crawled higher before collapsing on the pillows and spreading his thighs.

Pushing his face into the fabric, his back expanded with a deep inhale. “Smells like you.”

The mattress dipped beneath my knees as I positioned myself between his legs and drizzled the lube over his crack. Some of the lace grew wet, and I rubbed it around, listening to his little pants. The tearing of the condom packet had him springing around to grab it and throw it over the side of the bed.

Before I could ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, his small voice filled the shadowy room. “Please give me all of you, Em. Please.”

In that moment, I’d kill a man for him. No. Two. I was so wrapped around this boy’s finger that I’d do anything he asked.

I flipped him fast, forcing a gasp out of him. “What are you doing?”

“I want to see your face when I take you raw.”

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