Page 48 of Step Daddy

Kit let out a sharp cry right as Gareth hit a spot in Kit’s ass that lit him on fire. He gritted his teeth against the onslaught of pleasure, but couldn’t stop from erupting over Gareth’s hand, pulse after pulse of cum coating Gareth’s skin and clothing. He gulped in lungful’s of air as he tried to recover from the mind-blowing climax.

Kit fell against Gareth, no strength left in his body as he turned into a boneless mess. Gareth wrapped his arms around him in a gentle embrace. Kit let out a sigh of contentment as he adjusted his position on his Daddy’s lap. His eyes flew open.

“Here, let me—”

Gareth stopped Kit from trying to reach into his pants. “Not yet, baby. Enjoy the moment first.”

“Oh.”

Kit wasn’t sure why Gareth hadn’t kept going when they’d been in the throes of passion, why he hadn’t simply taken the opportunity to fuck him once he realized Kit was getting off on being penetrated.

Gareth scraped his teeth on the inside of Kit’s wrist, gazing at him with darkened eyes. “Don’t get me wrong. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. But there’s more to us than sex. And something as special as your first time isn’t going to happen with you bent over the kitchen table.”

Kit laughed. “Okay, I get it. But…I can still help you come other ways.” A thread of insecurity coursed through him. “Am I that bad at it?”

He’d really only jacked Gareth off a couple times, and since he’d done that to himself a zillion times, he’d assumed he was skilled enough at making another guy come.

Gareth jerked back his head as if Kit had smacked him, his brow wrinkling in confusion. “Hardly. I love your touch.” He leaned in for a kiss and Kit opened up to him gladly. After breaking away, he gave Kit an easy smile. “If you feel as though you’ve recovered from the spectacular orgasm I gave you, then yes, I want your help.”

As Gareth kissed him thoroughly, he guided Kit’s hand under his waistband until Kit was gripping Gareth’s hard flesh. The act of touching another man’s cock was still new enough that he marveled at the sensation, the weight and girth in his palm, the differences from his own. Even more so because this was his Daddy’s cock, hot and firm in his hand, ready for Kit to give Gareth the same pleasure as he’d given him.

Soon, Gareth was grunting and pumping his hips, allowing Kit this moment of control as he masturbated Gareth faster and harder. Gareth yelled out his release, throwing his arms around Kit. Gradually, his frantic breaths slowed.

After several moments of them silently holding each other, Gareth lifted his head from where he’d been resting it against Kit’s shoulder.

“Fantastic, baby. I mean it.” Gareth raised his eyebrows. “Still hungry? You barely had anything.”

Kit’s stomach growled as if on cue. He chuckled. “Yeah, but I’m kind of…sticky. And pantsless.”

Gareth shrugged. “You don’t need pants to eat.” He held up his hand and squinted at it. “Hmm. I’ve got the same sticky problem you have.” Gareth winked with a grin. “Come on. Let’s have a quick rinse then I’ll bring everything into the bedroom.” He started to help Kit off his lap. “I think I’ll enjoy feeding you while we’re naked in bed even more than out here.”

Kit held in a moan. The way things were going, they were never going to finish that sandwich.

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