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“Colin…”

“I know, Rourke. But you’re going too slow. Don’t you think I want more, too?” He wrapped his lips around my head and slid it into his mouth, rubbing it along his flattened tongue. “God, I want you.”

I couldn’t think straight, with all my blood having rushed to my cock so quickly. “Colin…”

“I love it when you say my name.”

“Colin.”

He moaned and sucked my cock down again. He used his fist like I had on him for a minute, then he moved it and took me down his throat. He swallowed around it. Wet. Heat. Sucking. “Fuck…Colin.”

The evil chuckle he let out as he pulled back up did something fantastic inside me, somewhere between my dick and my heart. Then he seemed determined to make me feel fantastic, sucking, deep throating, licking, stroking, and my fucking god…it did not take long for me to come so hard I saw straight into the next galaxy. I nearly fell backward to the floor, but Colin shoved me to the couch. “Damn, that was good, boy.”

“Was it?” He crawled on top and hovered over me.

“What exactly are you up to?”

“Nothing, just…letting you know how I feel.”

“If you’re serious, then let’s go to bed.” I pointed down the hallway to my bedroom. For a second, he hesitated, then his expression went serious, determined. He gave me a curt nod and stood.

I grabbed his hand, leading him to the main bedroom. The suite was huge now that it had been redone. I had the contractor combine two bedrooms to make a large sleeping area and a seating area, separated by a decorative arch, giving it a Spanish feel, and a large closet and en suite bathroom. I was particularly happy with the spa-like feel there. It was absolutely perfect, and I couldn’t wait to get my boy under that shower with me.

But that was for later because I thought my boy needed play time first. And my inner-daddy had to assert some dominance. I pushed him toward the bed, daring him.

Unlike the shy boy I had thought of him as, he stripped as he went. The last of his clothes were dropped on the floor before he climbed up in the bed on hands and knees and stuck that cuteass up in the air. I climbed up with him, but instead of giving him whatever the hell he wanted, I grabbed him and pulled him over my lap. I slapped his ass, and he cried out at the crack. I knew it wasn’t very hard. It didn’t even turn pink, simply surprised him. My boy was proving to be a handful, but it was time to teach him a fun lesson.

“Oh shit,” he gasped.

“I know what you’ve been playing at, and if you’re going to be a bad boy, you should be punished. So you have a choice, Colin.”

“W-What choice?”

“You can get four more spankings like that before I get you off. Then we can go to bed for the night. Or…”

I didn’t miss the way he wiggled in my lap and how hard his dick poked my thigh. “Or what? What’s the other choice?”

“You can get dressed right now and go home.”

“Fuck.”

“Nope. That’s not on the table tonight, as much as I can’t wait to get inside this tight ass.” I rubbed his cheek where I’d smacked him.

“My dick is so hard.” He ground into my lap.

“Now that’s five more. Stop wiggling.” I held his hips. “Make up your mind. What do you want?”

“Fuck…” this time, he said the word between clenched teeth. “Spankings. Please, Daddy.”

And now my cock was making a comeback. I willed it down, though I don’t know how successfully, but this was for Colin, not me. “Spankings it is. Count them.”

I landed one on his other cheek a little harder. “Ugh. One.”

“Good boy.” I spanked him again and he counted them down.

“Two…three…f-four. Oh God, five. That’s five.”

“Is it enough? Or do you need more?”

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