Page 50 of Fitch

The way he played into his part, looking up at me with his big boyish eyes, batting his eyelashes, pouting his perfect lips. Leaning his little body against me and whimpering.

He knew damn well what he was doing.

Don’t even get me started on the lollipop.

Christ.

He was the perfect boy.

And I’d called him that, which scared me. But he liked to hear it, and I needed to learn from him.

When he’d stood in my kitchen, his dick tenting those tight boy shorts... I damn near lost my mind.

I made him come then took him to bed, where he fell asleep in my arms. His pretty lashes and cupid bow lips were the prettiest sight I’d ever seen.

But the way he clung to me did nothing to stop my own arousal. The way he pressed against my cock in those damn shorts.

I wasn’t sure if they were the best or worst idea.

Best. Definitely best.

I ran my hand down over the swell of his arse, slow and firm. I spread his cheeks a little, giving him a gentle rub. He stirred, his face in my chest, and he startled awake.

I froze, not moving my hand. Until he relaxed and hummed, his fingers stretching through my chest hair. “Mm, daddy,” he mumbled.

Then he noticed where his face was, right next to my nipple.

He licked it slowly, sending a jolt of pleasure to my already aching dick.

He licked my nipple again, sucking on it lightly, then a little more, and a little harder... until he was really sucking it. He wrapped his arm around me, fully latched on to my nipple.

I made the mistake of looking down at him just as he was looking up at me. His half-lidded sleepy eyes and his lips fully around my nipple, sucking on it.

He sucked so hard it was a level of pleasure that bordered on pain. I couldn’t have pulled him off, even if I’d wanted to. He wasn’t letting go, so I let him have what he wanted.

I stroked the side of his face, the corner of his lips as he continued to suck. I wasn’t sure how long I could let him do this. I tried to ignore my aching cock, but it wasn’t easy. “Good boy,” I bit out, voice tight.

He released my swollen nipple. “Daddy’s milk,” he whispered. “Need daddy’s milk.”

And any and all self-control I had was gone.

I pulled him off me, pinning him face down on the bed. I reached for the lube and pulled his shorts down, barely enough to expose his hole. I was rough and frantic, out of control, and so fucking desperate to be inside him.

Nothing could have stopped me.

I poured lube down his crack, pinned him down with my body weight, my cock pushing against his hole. He made a wonderfully pitiful sound and I whispered in his ear. “You want daddy’s milk, then take it.”

I pushed into him, hard and deep.

Relentless.

Unforgiving.

Perfect.

Fitch cried out, his body fighting the intrusion. I gripped his wrists and pinned them to the mattress above his head, and I rolled my hips, pushing up and deeper into him.

“You can take it,” I murmured, my voice strained. “Daddy knows you can. Be a good boy and breathe. Take a deep breath in.”

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