Page 26 of R for Rough

He whimpered and bucked into my hand. “I always wanna taste like Daddy.”

We’d make that happen.

Needing more, I nudged his leg over my head so he ended up on his back, and I quickly sucked his cock into my mouth. He cried out, all pleading-like, and he parted his legs wide. With plenty of spit, I pushed my thumb into his bottom, and I could tell he wanted more. He’d get it soon enough. Very soon. Because it was clear I couldn’t slow my fucking roll.

“I want your big thing, Daddy,” he begged. “Please?”

Mother of fuck.

I kept sucking him, snaking my tongue around him, and cupping his balls in my hand. Before I buried myself in him again, he was gonna get off.

“Please, please, please,” he chanted breathlessly. His abs contracted, and he couldn’t lie still to save his life. “I have oil in my nightstand—oh my God.”

Good to know.

He was close. He was right there, and he was goddamn sexy. He moaned and cried out, white-knuckled the sheets and met my every move—until he lost his fight and started coming. He trembled and groaned for Daddy, and I swallowed every burst of come.

By the time he collapsed and melted into the mattress, I was high-strung and itching to fuck him six ways to Sunday. I crawled up his body and kissed him as I blindly reached for the nightstand drawer.

Well, that was a dildo.

I found the oil and made quick work of lubing up, and then I rolled him onto his side.

Just the right time for him to come down from his high and yawn.

Fuck me, he even sucked his thumb into his mouth.

“You made me so sleepy,” he mumbled around his thumb.

“Mm, some grown-up things do that.” I positioned myself behind him and lifted his knee. “Keep your leg there for me.”

“M’kay.”

I didn’t wait. I pressed my cock between his cheeks and entered him in one long thrust.

“Ouch!” he yelped.

“Shh, you go to sleep, little one,” I whispered, my voice strained. He felt too damn good. “Daddy just needs to warm his thing.”

That earned me a drowsy whine slash whimper, and he acted as if he didn’t know whether to escape or shift closer. It was a delicious mindfuck, and I drew all the pleasure I could from watching the conflict in his expression.

I kissed his neck. “You remember our safewords are always active?”

“Yes, Sir,” he whined.

I smiled. I loved those unfiltered sounds.

“I’m hurty down there,” he mumbled.

“That’s okay.” I pulled him closer and ground my cock as deep as I could. “If you insist on making Daddy hard like this, you gotta take care of him too.”

He glanced back at me, thumb still in his mouth. “Does my bottom make you super hard?”

“All of you.” I kissed the corner of his mouth at the same time as I ghosted my fingers along his little cock. “Your adorable face, your sweet giggles, your tight little body, and everything you are.”

It made him shiver and hum, and I felt him relax more.

“I think we should have sleepovers all the time also,” he said. “Allthe time. So you can hurt me every night.”

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