Page 103 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

“No more than I wanted,” Noah murmured happily.

Brody kissed his back, shoulders, and neck before withdrawing slowly. He slowly withdrew the plug, leaving Noah’s ass gaped.

Noah stared over one shoulder. “Am I ready for your fist now?”

Brody chuckled. “I think we pushed the edge enough today, baby. Maybe next time.”

“No,”Noah moaned. “I want to see if you can do it.” He wiggled his ass.“Please.”

His daddy eyed him a moment before shaking his head. “Okay, give me a minute.”

After discarding the condom he wore, Brody pulled on a black latex glove. After lubing his hand, he returned to the bed. It dipped as he knelt behind Noah.

Brody’s fingers circled his open hole before three slid inside him. Noah pressed his face against the latex-covered mattress, the sensation damned good. A fourth finger was added… seconds before the widest part of Brody’s hand pressed against his hole.

“You okay?” Brody asked quietly.

“Yeah,” he said, rolling his head to the side before pressing his face back against the bed.

Ever so slowly, Brody worked his hand inside… until his hole gave. He had his daddy’s whole fist inside him.

“Oh, baby… that’s so pretty… I wish you could see what I see.”

Brody gently worked his fist a little deeper. He cautiously fucked Noah’s ass a few strokes, short, languid thrusts. Noah struggled for air, especially with the corset tight around his ribs. Brody started to pull his hand out.

Noah clenched. “No, daddy.”

“I’m coming back,” Brody said, slowly drawing his hand out. “I need to go get something. I promise you… you’ll like it.”

Noah sighed, hating the empty sensation he was left with. His daddy rose, removing the glove. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

“Oh, ha-ha,” Noah muttered.

He heard Brody race down the stairs… and not long after, climb them again. When he returned, he had the full-length mirror from his bedroom in hand. He sat it near the end of the bed before pulling on a fresh glove and lubing it.

Noah stared at himself over one shoulder. Covered in sexy lingerie. Bound to his daddy’s sex bed. His puckered, slick hole still gaping open. Noah groaned at the erotic image. His cock stiffened to full mast against the wedge.

Heneededhis daddy.

From the mirror, Noah watched his daddy climb back onto the bed. He eyed Noah a moment with a gentle smile. “Hey, baby… you still okay?”

“Yeah,” Noah ground out. “I need you, daddy.”

“I know, baby… I’m gonna give you what you need.”

Brody pressed his fingers against Noah’s hole before pausing. “Can you see my hand?”

“Kind of,” Noah answered as he gazed over that shoulder.

Brody adjusted the mirror, changing the angle some. “Better?”

Noah had the perfect view of his ass and his daddy’s hand. “Yeah. Better.”

“Good,” Brody murmured. “I don’t want you to miss a thing.”

Brody pushed deeper, impaling Noah on his hand once more. Slowly… gradually… pressing to the thickest part. Noah watched every second of it, engrossed. He only closed his eyes a couple of times when the pain grew almost too much, but then Brody’s hand was inside him again.

“See that, baby? You got your wish…”

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