Page 24 of Lost Boy

“Remove your fingers.”

Mitch pulled his fingers out and reached out to grip the edge of the table.

“That’s right, boy.” Byron smacked Mitch’s ass four more times. Two on each cheek. “You better hold on because Daddy is going to wreck you.”

Mitch made some kind of sound. A sob of need? It didn’t matter. He was so ready that he vibrated.

Byron grabbed Mitch’s ass cheeks hard and spread them. Mitch’s stretched hole was right there. With his right hand, Byron grasped his cock and positioned himself at Mitch’s hole.

“You are mine!” Byron thrust inside.

Mitch squealed.

“I own you.” Byron pulled out until the tip of his shaft rested just inside Mitch’s hole. “I own every inch of you.” He plunged deep.

He didn’t give Mitch time to think. To breath. He hammered inside his boy taking whatever he wanted.

The table rocked under them scraping against the tiled floor.

“Such a slutty little guy,” Byron said. “Letting your Daddy fuck your tight hole while the curtains are open. Anyone can see you taking my big fat cock.”

Mitch grunted.

“And you are taking it, aren’t you? Daddy’s dirty boy.” Byron gripped Mitch’s hair and yanked his head back. Mitch arched his back, pulling Byron’s cock even deeper. Byron brushed against Mitch’s prostate.

Mitch went wild under him.

Leaning against his boy’s back while pounding into him, Byron made sure to peg Mitch’s gland every single thrust.

Mitch was shaking so hard.

Byron reached under his boy and grabbed Mitch’s cock.

“You can come,” Byron allowed.

Mitch yelled. The pacifier falling onto the table as he came.

Byron fucked him through his orgasm. Mitch’s inner muscles clamped down on his cock. Byron almost came himself.

He waited until Mitch had collapsed on the table before gripping Mitch’s hips with both hands. Byron lifted and started to slowly thrust once again.

“Such a good boy,” he praised. “I’m so proud of you. Thank you for accepting me. For taking a chance on us.”

Almost lazily he made love to Mitch. He was still pegging Mitch’s prostate.

Mitch groaned. “Byron. Daddy.”

“I know baby,” Byron responded. “But I’m not done using you yet.”

Mitch nodded. He even pushed back.

Byron smoothed his hands over Mitch’s red cheeks. He loved seeing the color. His boy would probably get his little bottom spanked often. Mitch was going to need a reminder, at least at the beginning, that he belonged to Byron. That Byron would care for him. Not leave him. Reassurances.

“So sexy. So sexy for your Daddy.”

Moving up to prop himself onto his elbows Mitch peered behind him.

The smiled on his face was bright. “Do you think someone might be watching?” He blushed when he asked but there was excitement in his eyes.

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