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“If you spank me more, I might come all over your lap.”

“Hmm…we might try that some other time. Right now, I want you up in that bed. On your back. Hands over your head.”

He scrambled to comply. Playing with Colin would be so much fun. We had a lot to talk about first. But that was for tomorrow. For now, I would give him the orgasm of his life.

I started by licking him. His balls, the head of his cock, and then I shoved his legs up and stabbed my tongue right in his hole. The noises he made were very satisfying, especially when I tongue-fucked his hole and he squealed. I wondered if anyone had ever done that to him before, but I wasn’t going to ask because I didn’t want to know if someone had. When I’d had my fill of him on my tongue, I stood, leaving him there to feel the cool breeze of the ceiling fan on his slobbered-up parts, and took a minute to simply look at him while I finished undressing.

Then I grabbed lube from out of my side table. It took me a minute to open it since it was a brand-new bottle. I’d bought it when I first saw an interest in Colin, hoping it would eventually get used. When I had the plastic off and the lid open, I squirted a dollop in my palm. I rubbed it between my hands to warm it up, then got back on the bed.

“W-What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to make you cum. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes.” His eyes looked green-gold against my sage comforter—very pretty—and they gleamed with determination.

I knee-walked over to him and grabbed his cock, slowly jacking him with one hand. The other hand went below his balls. I tickled his taint and touched the edge of his rim. As I jacked him, I sped up and put more and more pressure on that hole. Colin panted and moaned deliciously.

Faster. More pressure. Faster More pressure.

Until I finally breached that hole, and it was all I needed to do. Colin’s dick practically exploded in my hand. And when I pushedon his prostate, he squirted out more. And…a third time. His belly was covered, and some had shot up to his chest.

I wore my proud face as I marched into the bathroom to get a warm, wet cloth to clean him up. He was already snoring by the time I got back. I gently washed him up, then pulled the comforter down beneath him. I crawled next to him, pulled the blanket back over us, and cuddled in. My job was done for the night.

Waking up the next morning with a cuddly boy in my arms was great. His hair, on the other hand, was all over the place. I pushed it aside and peered over at him. He shifted and opened one eye. “Not ready to get up.”

“Want coffee?”

He grunted.

“Colin?”

“Yes…please, Daddy.”

“Good boy. I’ll get some and be right back.” I found a pair of boxers in my drawer to put on. I didn’t care for walking around completely naked. I Keurig’d two cups and put them on a tray with cream and sugar to take back to the room. We could eat later. This was simply to wake us up so we could have the talk.

Colin was sitting up in bed rubbing his eyes with the comforter pooled around his waist. “Here you go, baby boy.”

“I’m not a baby.”

“No, you’re not. But if we’re going to be together, you’ll bemybaby. Right?”

“I guess. Coffee?”

I frowned. After last night, I didn’t want him toguess. I put the tray on the table beside him and took my cup. “I didn’t know how you drank it, but there’s milk, oat milk actually, and regular sugar and the yellow packets.”

He grabbed the regular sugar, poured in what I would consider a lot, and added a tiny drop of cream. Noted. “Thanks,” he said as he sipped, closing his eyes to savor it.

“You’re welcome.” I sat beside him, leaning against the headboard. “Ready to talk?”

“First, I’m not apologizing for last night. Okay, maybe I was a tad passive-aggressive. You know it was your friend’s idea.”

“Oh, Phillip said to act like a brat to manipulate me?”

“Ouch. When you say it that way…”

“How would you say it?” I sipped my coffee and waited for him to answer.

“I guess I would say I was fighting for what I wanted. And…maybe using bratty behavior as foreplay.”

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