Page 32 of Daddy Marc's Gem

Foster’s hands trembled slightly as he unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall open to reveal the pale expanse of his chest. Marc stepped back, sitting on the edge of the bed to enjoy the show. Foster shrugged out of his shirt, folding it neatly before placing it on the dresser. His fingers hesitated at his belt buckle.

“Go on,” Marc encouraged. “Let me see all of you.”

With a deep breath, Foster continued, working the belt through the loops and sliding it free with a soft hiss of leather against fabric. He pushed his pants down his slender legs, revealing pale blue boxers, tented by his obvious arousal. When he bent to remove his shoes and socks, Marc noticed the elegant arch of his spine, the vulnerable nape of his neck decorated with soft blond hair.

“The underwear, too,” Marc said, his voice rougher than he intended.

Foster still wouldn’t meet his eyes but hooked his thumbs in the waistband, hesitating for a moment before sliding them down before kicking them aside. He stood naked before Marc, his cock hard and straining, his gaze landing on everything in the room except Marc.

“Look at me.” Marc kept his command gentle.

When Foster lifted his eyes, Marc noted both desire and uncertainty radiating back at him. Marc's chest tightened from the vulnerability that Foster was brave enough to display to him.

“Beautiful,” Marc whispered, standing to approach his trembling boy. “Absolutely beautiful.”

Foster blushed, the red blooming in his cheeks then down his neck to his chest. “But I'm not—”

Marc placed a finger against Foster’s lips. “Don’t argue with Daddy. When I give you a compliment, you say ‘thank you’.”

Foster swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Thank you, Daddy," he whispered against Marc's finger.

“That’s my best boy.” Marc circled around Foster, admiring him from every angle. He couldn’t resist trailing a finger down Foster’s spine, allowing it to briefly dip into the top of his crease. “Lie down on the bed now. On your back.”

Foster complied immediately, his movements eager yet graceful as he positioned himself in the center of the mattress. Marc took his time undressing, folding each garment with deliberate precision, aware of Foster’s eyes following his every move. The anticipation thickened the air between them, a palpable thing that made each breath heavier, each moment an eternity.

When Marc was finally naked, he joined Foster on the bed, he settled between his legs. He ran his hands up Foster’s thighs, delighting in the goosebumps that rose in the wake of his touch.

“I'm going to take you apart tonight.” He leaned over, giving one of Foster’s nipples a quick nip, delighting in Foster’s startled gasp. “And then I'm going to put you back together, better than before.”

Foster licked his lips. “Yes, Daddy. I want you to.”

“Tonight, I'm going to open you up nice and slow,” Marc reached for the lube and toy. “Then I’ll work this plug inside you.” He held up the jeweled toy, turning it so the lamplight caught on the base. "And after you’re begging me to let you come, I’ll take it out and fuck you fast and hard.”

“Holy…”

Foster's cock twitched against his stomach, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. Marc swooped down to lick up thesticky dew, his boy’s taste so sweet, he didn’t want to waste a drop. Foster’s moans filled the room as Marc circled his tongue around the head of his cock, quickly pressing the tip into Foster’s slit before pulling back. He grinned, enjoying the way Foster’s hips instinctively lifted, seeking more contact.

“Patience, sweet boy. Daddy will take care of you.” Marc warmed the slick gel of the lube between his fingers before circling Foster's entrance with one digit. “Let me in.”

Foster tensed briefly before taking a deep breath, his thighs falling further apart in surrender. Marc watched his expression carefully as he pressed one finger inside, moving past the tight ring of muscle.

Foster’s lips parted, his eyes widening as he started fucking himself on Marc’s finger. Marc removed the digit, and Foster mewled in protest.

“Be still. Let Daddy stretch you open first.”

“Sorry.” Foster winced. “Oops. It’s only that I want this so much, love everything you do to me.”

Marc smiled. “Don't apologize for wanting me. I love how responsive you are.” He reached between Foster’s cheeks. “Are you going to behave?”

Foster cleared his throat. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good.”

Marc rewarded him with another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against Foster’s as he breached his tight rim again, this time with two slick fingers. Foster whimpered into his mouth but kept his hips still with visible effort, his hands fisting in the sheets beneath him.

“That’s it,” Marc murmured against his lips. “Let your body open up for me.”

He worked his fingers with deliberate patience, searching Foster’s expression for any sign of discomfort. But all he saw was wonder and pleasure, Foster's eyelids fluttering as Marc found his prostate and pressed against the bundle of nerves.

“Oh God!” Foster gasped, his cock jerking against his stomach.

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