Page 45 of Quickies

“How have you been, my sweetest?”

“Sad. Without you.”

I no longer cared that most of what he said were just lines. I gobbled it up.

“I missed you too, my darling boy. Now, give me your throat.”

Ty always obeyed. I hadn’t heard a no from him once. He tilted his head to the side and offered me his throat.

I bit him three times along the vein, piercing his skin and sealing it right after, getting as much of my venom into him as possible.

When I brushed my hand over his lace-covered dick, he hissed. He was trembling.

“Please, Daddy,” he whispered.

His pupils nearly eclipsed his irises. He was as aroused as he could be, but he sat still, waiting for my command.

“Have you prepped like I told you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“On your knees, ass up. Now.”

He scrambled onto the floor and got on his knees and elbows, pushing his ass out toward me. His perfect hole winked at me, his rim glistening with lube.

I unzipped my pants and took my cock out. From the lube dispenser I’d put by the right leg of the armchair, I pumped out a dollop and smeared it down my dick.

Then I crouched behind him and pushed inside. The lace framed his ass, and my dick looked so wonderfully lewd,breaching his pale hole. He was well prepared, but his small body always resisted the invasion. I didn’t want to know what it said about me, but I loved that.

His muscles tightened, trying to get me out, but I pushed hard and forced through the resistance.

“Oh God! Oh my God!”

I was rough. I’d missed him painfully, and now I took my frustration out on him.

But Ty never complained. High on the venom, he mewled and whimpered as I thrust into him to the root over and over. He came after a mere minute, his asshole milking my dick like a pair of fists. I hugged him to me, lifting his upper body and pushing into him as deep as I could.

“That’s my boy, my horny little slut, coming for me.”

I circled my hips, stirring his insides, and he put one hand on his belly, feeling for a bulge. He was so skinny, his stomach flat, that when I fucked him deep enough, it showed on the outside. It was sick and the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“I love your cock so much, Daddy. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Use me, Daddy. I want you to use me.”

I bit him again, and this time, I drank.

Ty sobbed as the fresh dose of venom brought him another orgasm.

This was my happiest moment, my private nirvana—Ty’s tiny asshole clenching endlessly, his sweet blood flowing down my throat, and his ecstatic cries ricocheting off the walls.

I pumped him full of my cum.

After I retreated, I carried him to the bed. I unwrapped him like a present, taking off his ridiculous high boots, tugging his soiled panties down his lean legs, and dragging the cami over his head. I kissed him head to toe, giving him teasing little bites in strategic places. He liked to be bitten a lot, and he would openhis legs and buck his hips if he wanted me to bite his inner thigh or the hollow by his hip.

I bit and licked, and it was like giving him gentle kisses. He writhed on the bed, hard anew, mindless with pleasure and desire.

“So passionate, my darling boy.”

“I can’t help it. You’re the best, Daddy. Nobody makes me feel so good. Will you bite my cock? Please, Daddy.”

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