Page 26 of Daddy Marc's Gem

"Let me hear you," Marc commanded, his voice husky with desire. “Don’t hide from me.”

Foster turned his head, whimpering as Marc’s tongue breached him. “Daddy,” he pleaded, the word falling from his lips without thought.

“That's it.” His large hands spread him wider. “Let go for me.”

Marc worked him open with his tongue, alternating between teasing licks and deeper thrusts that had Foster rocking back against his face. When Marc slid a finger alongside his tongue, he let out a strangled cry. Marc worked him with expert precision, adding a second finger that skated across his gland, sending sparks shooting up his spine.

Foster panted, his hips moving of their own accord now, seeking more of that delicious pressure. Marc ate him with abandon while finger-fucking him, banging into his gland, and all Foster could do was take it.

Marc removed his tongue, then added a third finger, twisting his hand, stretching his hole until all Foster wanted was Marc’s rock-hard cock, slamming into his ass over and over.

“That’s it.” Marc’s voice was thick with arousal. “Show Daddy how much you like it when I use his baby boy’s ass. That’s mine, my playground.”

Foster was beyond shame, beyond hesitation. He pushed back against Marc's fingers, chasing the building pleasure. His cock dragged against the sheets, creating a delicious friction that had him teetering on the edge.

“Daddy…can’t hold back.”

Marc abruptly removed his fingers then flipped him over, capturing Foster’s aching cock into his mouth. Foster archedoff the bed with a cry, the dual sensations of being thoroughly worked open and being swallowed down, plunging him into sensory overload. His body tensed, pleasure coiling tight at the base of his spine.

“I'm going to—” Foster growled as he tangled his fingers in Marc's hair.

Marc hummed around his cock, the vibration sending him careening over the edge. Foster came with a shout, his body convulsing as Marc’s throat closed around him, working him through every pulse until he collapsed back onto the mattress, utterly spent.

When Foster’s breathing finally slowed, and he managed to open his eyes, Marc was hovering above him, lips glistening and a small smile curving his lips.

“You're so beautiful when you come,” Marc murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Foster’s forehead. “How are you doing?”

He had to be kidding. “Wrecked. But in a good way.”

“Can I add more ass play to the list?”

Foster pinched his eyebrows together. “There’s a list?”

“We won’t get into a discussion about contracts and all that tonight. My boy needs his rest. But I’ll need to know your limits and so on.”

Marc gave him a quick kiss then rose from the bed. Now Foster was very confused.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” He clenched his jaw at how demanding he’d sounded. “I mean, it’s your turn.”

Marc sat down again, and he started petting Foster’s sweaty hair back from his face. “Tonight is about you, but I enjoyed every second of it, trust me. And now I have a great idea of where to start with you on our amazing journey together.”

“I don’t want to be selfish.”

Marc chuckled. “I can’t imagine that ever happening. Is it still all right for me to spend the night?”

Foster didn’t want to confess that he’d be devastated if Marc left. “I don’t want you to leave.” He smiled. “This has really been the best night ever, and I wish it would never end.”

“Agreed.” Marc winked. “Are you okay with me invading your kitchen and grabbing us some water?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’ll get it.”

Marc gently pushed him back onto the bed. “No, baby. That’s Daddy’s job.”

Foster swallowed past the lump in his throat. He hoped he never had to know the pain of losing Marc, of losing his Daddy.

Chapter Nine

Marc had been awake for almost an hour, lying on his side and staring at Foster. His new boy had laid his head on Marc’s chest for a while until they both eventually drew apart in their sleep. Although not completely. Foster remained snug against Marc’s side the entire night, always pressing his body back against Marc’s whenever he adjusted his position.

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