Page 5 of Pretty Princess

“Waiting for you of course.”

Of course. Like it was normal to hide in a closet during a party.

“Why?”

“To do this.” Byron kissed him with all the passion that he never withheld from Mitch. Byron kissed as a man possessed. Like his sole purpose was to make Mitch submit to him. And Mitch would always end up submitting to him.

He surrendered to Byron’s mouth then his hands as Byron unzipped the onesie Mitch wore.

The cotton outfit was pushed off his shoulder then down his legs.

The tight, skimpy undies a favorite pair of his. Mitch loved the way they hugged his package and made him look even better.

Byron, obsessed with Mitch’s ass, loved the way the undies cupped Mitch’s butt cheeks. That’s why Mitch always wore them.

“I’ve been wanting to get my hands on this bottom of yours all night,” Byron said when he finally allowed Mitch to breathe.

“What have you been waiting for?” He would always be available for his Daddy. Mitch wanted Byron all the time. It was this itch that he couldn’t scratch away.

“To catch and surprise you,” Byron replied. He turned Mitch until his chest was pressed against the back wall. Then he yanked Mitch’s undies down.

It was stuffy in the closet, but it wasn’t like Mitch was going to complain. “You know there are perfectly good beds in the mini-mansion.”

“I don’t want to take my boy in a bed. I want to fuck my boy in a hall closet with people walking right by the door. Any sound could be heard. I wonder if my boy will let others hear him or if he’ll shove his fist into his mouth trying to stay quiet.”

Oh, this was new. Byron was playing with Mitch’s exhibition streak. And Mitch was turned on, he didn’t care who heard him. Even though he knew he should.

Byron’s fingers were slick as he ran them through Mitch’s crack and pressed against his hole.

Mitch pushed back taking Byron’s two digits.

There was a slight sting. Byron had taken him hard that morning, but Mitch was not going to give up the chance to take Byron again.

“I’m not going to spend much time prepping you either,” Byron whispered against his neck. “I want you to feel me. So that it’s even harder to keep quiet.”

“Hurry,” Mitch pleaded.

“That’s my good boy.” Byron kissed up Mitch’s neck before latching onto his ear. His teeth sunk deep and Mitch almost shouted. He barely stopped himself.

Mitch didn’t have a choice but to do as Byron had taunted. He shoved his fist into his mouth and bit down. The same pressure that Byron used on his ear.

Byron removed his fingers and then there was the hard pressure of his cock pressing for entrance.

With his costume and undies still around his ankles, Mitch couldn’t aid Byron’s entry. He just had to take what was given to him.

He pressed his hands firmly against the back wall just as Byron surged forward.

The little prep he’d received was enough that Byron could claim exactly what he wanted.

Byron’s cock was pushed in deep and pegged Mitch’s prostate on the first smooth thrust.

Mitch shouted. The sound only merely muffled. It was loud in that small space.

He wasn’t given the chance to brace for what was coming.

Byron took Mitch’s body the same way that he kissed. With a single-minded purpose. There was no soft fade into fuzziness. Mitch was thrown into a world of feelings and chaos.

He slammed himself back taking Byron harder.

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