Page 150 of Whistle

We both moaned on contact, and he ripped his mouth away, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. Panting, he rocked against me, practically strangling my dick with his fist. “Daddy,” he begged.

“I know,” I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss against the corner of his mouth. “I know, baby.”

He let out a muffled sob, and I pulled back, ripping my cock from his grasp. Before he could protest, I spun him around, pushing him against the wall. I made quick work of his pants, yanking them down around his ankles. The tails of his dress shirt hung below the hem of his jacket, and I bunched them in my fist and pulled them up to reveal his narrow waist and heart-shaped ass.

“Fuck,” I cursed low, taking in the red thong hidden under his suit. Slipping my finger beneath the strap, I snapped it against his hip, and he arched into the sensation. “What a naughty brat you are,” I said, smoothing my palm over his ass cheek. “Coming to this formal event with lingerie under your clothes, walking around in front of all those people like a sexy little secret.”

He whimpered, and I pushed between his shoulder blades so he’d bend more at the waist and I could fill both hands with his luscious ass. “And you are sexy, so much so it’s a fucking sin.”

I pulled his cheeks apart, getting a look at his crack and the red fabric hiding his hole. Hooking a finger beneath it, I dragged it away so I could see what was mine.

Reaching around to my back pocket, I grabbed a packet of lube and tore it between my teeth. He jerked and let out a hiss when I poured the cold liquid against his heated skin without warning.

“That’s what you get, Goldilocks. Running your mouth and riling me up in a totally inappropriate setting.”

Using two fingers, I spread it around, making him nice and slick before slipping the tip of one finger into his hole. He braced his forearms against the wall and hung his head between them, needy sounds echoing against the floor.

“I need you to be quiet, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”

He nodded.

I pushed one finger in without hesitation, and he grunted. I swirled it around and then pulled out, pushing my pants and boxers down to my thighs. After applying what was left of the lube onto my dick, I tossed the packet to the floor and stepped closer. Broken glass crunched under my feet as I pressed my tip against his tight hole.

“It’s going to burn,” I warned him. “I didn’t prep you the way I normally do, but I think that’s what you need right now, sweetheart. You need to feel the sting when I claim you. You need to ache from a fast, hard fuck so that when we go back out there, your body still feels mine.”

His shoulders stiffened, and he lifted his head. “I asked you not—ughnnn.”

I slammed into him. His knees buckled, but I caught him around the waist and held him up. Pulling out, I thrust back in, and his palms slapped against the wall. Keeping hold of his hips, I repeated the action until I felt the surrender in his body. Sweat beaded on my back as I picked up the pace, hammering into him relentlessly, not giving either one of us a chance to breathe. The sound of the lube squelching and the slap of our bodies was filthy, as were the low grunts that ripped from his lips with every hard thrust.

Bending, I pressed my chest against his back, surrounding him in every way as I thrust as deep into his body as I could. One arm wrapped around his chest, and he grappled for it, nails digging into my hand.

“Is this what you needed, sweetheart?” I murmured, grinding the head of my swollen cock against his prostate. “For Daddy to remind you that you’re his. Mine and no one else’s. It doesn’t matter where we are or what’s going on around us. I will take you whenever and however I want. And you will let me because this body is mine.”

He whimpered again, and I straightened, bringing him with me so we were both standing and he was impaled on my cock. My legs were shaking with effort, my skin damp with sweat. “You’re going to come now, Goldilocks,” I commanded. “Because your pleasure is mine too.”

I gripped his leaking dick, my sweaty palm sticking to his hot skin. He moaned, and I jerked him, an ooze of precum dribbling over his tip to smear my skin. I used it to work him, loving the tremble in his legs. “Give it to me, sweetheart. Fill up my hand.”

With one last stroke and a slight twist to his head, he erupted, his warm release unloading right into my palm. Feeling him unleash pushed me over, the tight clench of his channel setting off my orgasm, and I pumped sloppily into him, splashing his walls with white and filling him until there wasn’t a drop left in me.

My entire frame was twitching when I came off the high and slipped from his body. With one handful of cum, I used the other to gently lean him against the wall and awkwardly walk the short distance to the sink to wash my hands and use the paper towels to clean myself up.

After quickly pulling up my pants, I turned to see him still leaning against the wall with splotchy cheeks and his softened dick on display. My chest swelled at his sated appearance, how I had fucked the attitude right out of him.

He remained sated, hazy eyes following me as I cleaned him up. The intimacy of the act hit me right in the chest. Once he was clean, I adjusted his thong and pulled up his pants, going as far as to tuck his shirt back into the waistband.

Pulling him off the wall, I cupped his face. “Are you ready to listen now?”

His eyes averted, but he nodded.

“I know you don’t want me to do this auction.” I felt him tense. “But I have to. It’s my job.”

The look in his eyes when they found mine cut me to the core. The hurt there was palpable, and it made me feel like I was in an impossible situation. I wanted to give in and refuse to do the auction, but doing so would open a whole canister of questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

“It’s just a fundraiser and will be over in ten minutes,” I implored.

“I can’t even bid on you,” he said, dejected.

He would bid on me. “You don’t have to bid on me, sweetheart. You already own me.”

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