Page 128 of Ride With Me

Tilting his head back, he makes another one of those sexy, strangled sounds. “You’re going to be the death of me. How could I say no when you ask so sweetly?”

A devious smirk tugs at my lips, and I wonder if this is what it’s like to feel naughty. “You don’t say no to me, Daddy,” I answer playfully, already scooting off his lap to kneel on the mattress beside him, wiggling from side to side excitedly. “Pants off, please.”

He laughs a deep, throaty laugh, and stands up to do as I’ve asked, then he gets back onto the bed. He lays down with his head on my pillow, spreading his legs invitingly, placing one on either side of my body.

My mouth waters and my heart skitters wildly as I look at him. It’s the first penis I’ve seen in real life that isn’t my own. I’m surprised to realize that it’s shorter than mine by a couple of inches, but thicker. Much thicker. And he’s a lot hairier than I am, too. His legs are covered in a layer of thick, dark hairs, and the bush around his penis is much more generous than mine. He’s wearing his shirt, so I can’t see his belly, but it looks like there’s a trail of dark hair leading up over the exposed curve of flesh above his bobbing erection, too.

“Can I touch it, Daddy?” I ask quietly, suddenly nervous. I don’t want to be so bad at sex that he changes his mind about being with me.

Daddy’s Adam’s apple bobs before he nods. “Whatever you want to do, Bear. Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable wi—fuck!”

I want to giggle, but my mouth is full of him, my lips stretched over the round, purpled head as I taste precum for the first time. It’s a little salty and slightly bitter, but not gross. In fact, I think I like it. A lot. Wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft, I slowly lick around the parts of him I can reach with my mouth right now. I’ve read advice on how to do this, so I’m careful not to try and take the whole length at once.

His fingers card through my hair while I clumsily experiment with licking and sucking and moving my hand, listening to his sighs and moans, getting excited when he starts to move his hips.

“Baby, you feel amazing,” he says, and I hum in pleasure. “Fuck, keep that up and I’m gonna come.”

I want that. I want that so bad.

But my own penis has gotten hard again, and I suddenly want something else from Daddy instead.

I pull off him with an audible, wetpop, beaming when he drags me up for a deep, intense kiss. His beard is scratchy, but even that feels good, and I turn to putty in his hands.

“Daddy?” I ask when we surface for air.

“Hmm?” he reaches down between us, stroking himself, and I watch with rapt attention before I remember my objective.

“Daddy, can you…will you take my v-card?”

His hand stops moving abruptly, and my eyes are caught on the pearly bead of liquid shining on the tip of his penis. I want to lick it off.

“Baron.” His voice is gravelly. It’s serious enough to distract me from the tasty-looking prize between us. I meet his gaze. He’s frowning. I don’t like that.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong? Did I…was it a dumb question? Do you not want to?—?”

“Shh, sweetheart, no. Nothing’s wrong. I want that so much, I can’t even express it properly. It’s just…it’s a big step and this” —he lets go of his shaft to point between our chests— “is so new. We only just met yesterday. I don’t want you to feel rushed or pressured or?—”

“Vince,” I say with a shake of my head, “I’m a Little, but I’m also a twenty-one-year-old guy. I’ve been thinking about sex foryears. I’ve just never felt the right spark with anyone. Until you. So, yeah, I might be childish sometimes, and I might seem all innocent, but I know what I want. And right now?” I reach for his erection and stroke it. “I want this inside me.” I swallow as his eyes drift closed and he rocks into my fist. “I know this is fast. But I’m not, like, declaring my undying love for you or anything. I just really want my Daddy to make me feel good the way I’ve been dreaming about since the first time I ever jerked off. And ifyou’re worried about it hurting, don’t be.” My cheeks heat. “I’ve been playing with toys for a few years, too.”

“I saw you playing with Sir Roars-A-Lot,” he says. I laugh.

“No, I mean grown-up toys, Daddy. Like Bob.”

“Bob?”

“Battery Operated Boyfriend.” I use my chin to point toward my bedside table, and Daddy follows my gaze. “Bob.”

He clears his throat. “You’ve got lube and condoms?”

“Uh-huh.” Russ bought the condoms for my birthday, so they should be in date.

“If you say red light—or red—at any time, I’ll stop.”

Excitement makes me giddy. I let go of him to lunge toward the drawer containing my grown-up supplies. I pass him the half-empty bottle of lube and the new box of condoms, grinning at the way he peers curiously toward the drawer, seemingly curious about my other toy collection.

“I’ll introduce you to Bob and the guys another time,” I promise. “I want tonight to be just for us.”

Daddy nods, arching up from the bed, holding the back of my head as he kisses me tenderly. “I’m still going to take this slow, Bear. Whatever you’ve watched in porn, real life is different, okay?”

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