Page 5 of Fitch

I couldn’t help myself. I ran my hand along his jaw and brought his mouth to mine. He opened easily, our tongues colliding and sliding. He tasted like gum and lemonade.

A heady combination when I wanted a boy.

But then he tried to slide closer to my crotch, as if he were desperate for more. I wasn’t having that. So I gripped his thigh and broke the kiss.

“You’re being bold,” I warned him.

His lips were swollen and wet, his eyes glazed with desire. “Please,” he whispered. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”

Heat flooded my veins, and the lid on my self-control loosened. “Can you be a good boy all night?”

The little punk played his part without prompting. He gave me big puppy dog eyes, a pout, and a nod. “All night.”

Oh, holy hell.

Then he squirmed again and I lost all fight. I was already hard, getting closer to desperate. I gripped his hips, moved him onto my crotch and flexed my hips to make sure he could feel my erection. “I should give you something to squirm about, boy. Right here and now.”

“Oh, daddy,” he breathed. “Yes.”

Then he stood up and pawed at the fly on my suit pants, expertly pulling my cock free. I thought he might take a second to appreciate me, but no. He unzipped his own jeans, his hard cock springing out, and then he turned around and began to lower himself down.

Christ, he was bold.

I took his hips in my hand and guided his arse over the head of my cock. He was already slick so I stopped him.

“Do you have another man’s come in you?”

He froze. “No. I lubed up earlier,” he said quickly, voice tight, fraught. “I promise, daddy. I like to be ready. Take a look.”

He leaned over the table, his jeans around his thighs, showing me his small arse. There was lube and nothing else. His hole looked fresh and pink.

Damn.

I hummed. “Just as well.”

He went to stand up, but I pushed his shoulders down to the table. I gripped my cock and swiped it over his hole, adding my precome to the lube.

And what did he do?

He spread his arse cheeks for me.

I leaned over him, my cock at his hole. “Such a good boy,” I murmured, voice rough.

He whined, his eyes closed, lips parted. “Please, daddy.”

Fuck yes, the way he begged me for it.

I pushed into him, his feet coming off the floor, his back arching as he groaned and cried out.

He was tight and hot, and I sank into him to the hilt in one long push.

“Daddy, daddy,” he pleaded, his arms and hands clutching at the table. It was too much for him, without any preparation, but he took me.

He took me so well.

He pushed up onto his hands so I wrapped one arm around his chest and pulled him up so I could whisper in his ear. “Breathe for me,” I murmured. “Feel daddy’s cock.”

He let out a long, breathy moan.

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