Page 16 of A Little Spilled Milk

He dropped my shirt on the floor and splayed his palms against my chest.

“Gods, Vinnie, you’re so gorgeous,” he murmured, his need wrapping around me.

I smiled, and he swept me up into another kiss, walking us backwards toward the bed. We tumbled onto it together, all wandering hands and tangled limbs. He took his time mapping the lines and planes of my body, tracing each dip and curve with fingertips, following behind with his mouth. I’d never felt so desired.

He lavished attention on my nipples, and my mind went straight to what he could do with his, how his unique gift to me that night had led us to here.

I arched off the bed as he gave it a tiny nip, then soothed the sting with his tongue before heading further south where he nuzzled into my happy trail. His mouth was so close to where I wanted it most.

“Please...” I pleaded, fisting his hair.

He understood the plea for what it was. Settling between my thighs, he took me into his mouth, engulfing me. He worked me slow and thorough, swallowing me to the root until I hit the back of his throat. All thought fled until all that was left was the sensation of being adored by this sexy Daddy.

“I’m going to…”

He popped off me before I could finish. “Not yet, baby. I want to be inside you when you come.”

“Yes!”

He reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking up his fingers, then circling where I wanted him most. The first press of his digit into me had me groaning with pleasure and begging for more. He worked me open slowly, carefully, watching my face as he did. By the time he had three fingers buried inside me, crooking against his prostate with every thrust, I was a panting, pleading mess.

“Emory, please, I need you,” I gasped.

He withdrew his fingers and quickly rolled on a condom and coated it with another generous amount of lube. He hooked my legs over his hips as he lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock teasing my slick entrance.

“Look at me,” he urged softly.

I held his gaze as he pushed forward, sinking into me inch by delicious inch. We moaned in unison as he bottomed out, his hips snug against my ass.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he panted against my neck.

After giving me a moment to adjust, he started to move, pulling out slowly before rolling his hips forward. I moved with him, finding his rhythm with ease.

He angled his hips and found the spot inside me that drove me wild. I threw my head back, trying not to come too soon. He didn’t make it easy.

“Emory, I’m close. So close.”

“Me too,” he gasped.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

He reached between us to wrap a hand around my erection, stroking me in time with his thrusts. It only took a few twisting pulls before I was spilling my cum over his fist.

His orgasm quickly followed.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us trembling and spent. He held me close, fingers weaving through my sweat-damp hair as we caught our breath. When I finally found the strength to move, he carefully pulled out and disposed of the condom and cleaned us up with a wet washcloth he got from the bathroom.

He climbed back into bed and gathered me into his arms, tucking me against his chest. I burrowed closer with a content sigh, already halfway asleep.

“Don’t leave.”

“I won’t, my sweet boy. Honestly, I don’t think I could.”

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EMORY

I slept better than I had in ages, and when I opened my eyes, Vinnie was snoring softly, with one leg slung over my hip.

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