Page 44 of Diva Pop

Jett waited with bated breath for Silas to finish his sentence, but he went back to using his mouth on him instead. Jett let his head fall against the pillow. Maybe he was hoping for too much, too soon, but he didn’t want his heart to be crushed the way it had been before.

As Silas continued to taste and kiss everything but Jett’s cock, he found his patience wearing thin. While he appreciated Silas’ encouragement to embrace the concept of not rushing everything, of savoring each moment, this girl was hitting her limit.

Was wanting to get fucked quicker a reason to use his safeword? Somehow, he doubted it.

The torturous journey continued as Silas descended lower, down his limbs, sampling every part of him. Jett startled when Silas’ tongue snaked over the bone on the inside of his ankle. He was sure no one had touched him there before, let alone licked him. When Silas wrapped his lips around Jett’s big toe and sucked on it like a pacifier, he thought he might come.

Making his way back up Jett’s legs, Silas paused when his chin was above Jett’s throbbing erection. He lifted his head and gave Jett a leering smile. Using both hands, Silas pushed Jett’s thighs back, rolling his hips up to expose his hole. Jett gasped as Silas blew on his entrance, clenching in response to the cool air on his exposed skin. He cried out when Silas’ hot tongue flicked over his rim, writhing against the overload of sensation as Silas held him down, forcing him to take the pleasure.

Jett cried out the moment Silas’ tongue pierced his hole, pushing past the tight ring of muscle then using it to fuck his ass. He pushed inside him, burying his face in Jett’s crease, eating him out with abandon. Jett couldn’t keep still, his head thrashing from side to side, the fingers of one hand digging into Silas’ shoulder.

“Silas...Papa...I won’t last. Please fuck me.”

Silas pulled out of his ass then bit down on the back of Jett’s thigh before sucking on the abused skin, undoubtedly marking him some more. He cried out, the pleasure-pain amazing, but still not enough of what he needed.

“Inside, please…Gonna come.”

His words had come out breathless and Silas seemed to sense he’d teased him long enough.

“Be a good boy and don’t move.”

“Move? Are you kidding me? I can barely breathe.”

Silas chuckled, but didn’t waste any time continuing the conversation. Instead, he grabbed a condom and lube from his nightstand drawer. A moment of truly ridiculous jealousy coursed through him over who else Silas might’ve been fucking, but he managed to push it aside.

Silas was his now.

The second Silas climbed back on the bed, Jett lifted his legs, spreading himself for his Papa. Silas licked his lips as he squeezed the gel on his fingers. He reached between Jett’s cheeks then breached him with one finger.

Oh no. That wouldn’t do.

“More,” he hissed.

Silas withdrew, then quickly added a second finger. He fucked him with short jabs, then started to add a third digit.

“I’m good.”

“Let Papa open you up more.“

“Seriously. Totally fine.”

Silas pushed the third finger into Jett’s ass. “You’ll do as you’re told.

Typically, this was about the time Jett would throw a hissy fit over someone bossing him around. But not only was he not going to stop the train rolling on this particular track, but Silas was the first guy he’d ever wanted to obey.

At last, Silas withdrew and got himself ready, slicking up his sheathed cock before positioning it against Jett’s needy hole. He braced himself with one hand on the side of Jett’s head, while controlling his dick with the other.

The moment Silas pressed into him with enough force that his tip breached Jett’s entrance, he rested his long legs on Silas’ shoulders. Silas sank all the way into Jett’s passage until he was balls deep.

He was gloriously filled, stretched, bent almost completely in half. Jett stared down at him with what seemed like wonder. Jett committed the moment to memory.

“Fuck me, Papa.”

Silas’ brow wrinkled as he moved, each long stroke slow and steady, his face contorting in ecstasy even as he refused to break contact with Jett’s eyes. Jett cried out as Silas pushed deeper, pegging him perfectly.

Jett reached up and wrapped his palm around Silas’ nape, bringing their lips together. He took Silas’ mouth with a hunger he’d never known, allowing his body to be plundered with each demanding thrust. Sweat gathered between them and Jett released Silas, falling against the pillow as Silas fucked him with abandon. Silas plunged inside him harder, deeper, skating over his gland with each stroke.

Jett’s climax slammed into him, cum shooting between them as he let out a garbled cry. Almost immediately, Silas froze, his face scarlet, sweat falling in small droplets on Jared’s neck and chest as his cock pulsed in Jett’s ass.

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