Page 18 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

Noah sighed. “Maybe.”

The man spanked him again.

With an involuntary whine and the arch of his back, he eyed his daddy.

“Damn… you’re hotter than hell,” the man whispered gruffly. He rubbed his palm over one cheek and then the next. “That ass isbeautiful.”

“Glad you like it,” Noah replied, leaning over the desk and lifting his bottom for better inspection.

“Oh, Imorethan like it,” the man said, massaging both globes. “An ass like this needs to be revered.”

Noah increased the arch to his back, moaning at his daddy’s touch. He moaned louder when his daddy knelt and licked the rounded flesh. “Oh yeah…” The moment the thin strip was pushed out of the way, his ass cheeks stretched apart, and a tongue lapped at his tender bud, he cried out. Noah gripped the edge of the desk, holding on so he didn’t end up on the floor.

Every nerve ending crackled with delight. Anticipation sent his body soaring. He closed his eyes to the pleasure, trying to keep from flying over the edge. His hard cock ached to the rhythm of his rapidly beating heart. Each swath of the man’s tongue took him to new heights.

“Oh, God… Oh…Daddy!”

The man grasped both cheeks in hand, squeezing, all while he licked Noah’s hole with abandon. Reaching under him, Noah stroked his own cock through the lace of his manties. He was ready to blow, so on edge he feared total meltdown. Pre-cum dripped from the head, wetting the lace.

When a finger pressed against his anus, he hurdled closer to release. The man slowly sank that finger inside him… and soon added another to stretch his hole wider. Noah gasped, the finger-fucking rough.

But not too rough. It wasperfect.

Harder… oh yeah, daddy… gimme more…

Being left cold and alone wasn’t what he expected next. Panting, he lifted his stare. The man had stepped behind the desk and sat down in the oversized executive chair—and appeared all too pleased with himself.

“Kick off those pants and come join me.” He tilted his head back. “Leavethe panties on.”

“Manties,”Noah replied. “These are madefor men.”

“I stand corrected.”

Noah rose to his full height. After kicking off his running shoes and jeans, he sauntered closer. He sensed his daddy’s attention, and it only excited him more. The man’s fiery gaze washed over him like a crashing wave in summer—the heat from it threatened to cause him to boil over. His cock tented the front of his manties, stretching the lace to new lengths.

“On your knees,” the man murmured as Noah reached him.

Another shiver came. Noah knelt between the man’s leather-clad thighs. Once on his knees, he glanced up at the man—craving the strict, commanding voice to direct him further. “What do you wish me to do now, Daddy?”

“Suck my cock with that sexy mouth of yours.”

Grinning, Noah reached to undo the front of the guy’s pants. His cock popped out once freed—he wore no underwear—and the tip bumped against Noah’s chin. He sighed as he saw the thick, angry head bouncing before him. Licking his lips, Noah lowered his head, allowing him to circle the tip with his tongue. Already he could taste a little pre-cum. He groaned as the salty-sweet taste spread through his mouth. Ravenous, he brought the head between his lips and suckled.

“That’s right, baby… suck your daddy’s cock.”

Noah drew another couple of inches of the thick root. The man grabbed a handful of his too-long hair and urged him to take more. Gagging a bit, he swallowed a few more inches—stopping when he could go no further. Eyes tearing, Noah gripped the base, using a hand to remind him how far was too far. He lifted his head to the crown and lapped more before swallowing back down to his hand.

“Yeah, baby… that’s it…”

Noah whined around his daddy’s cock. After releasing it with a pop, he lapped the shaft up and down, tracing the veins with the tip of his tongue before swallowing it down again. The man’s hands twisted in his hair. It almost hurt. He liked when it almost hurt. Noah rode that edge between pain and pleasure. When it ebbed some, he twisted his head, forcing the strands to tug more.

His daddy’s cock quivered under his lips.

“Enough of that,” he whispered with a tug to Noah’s hair. “I’m not ready for this to be over quite yet.” He eyed Noah. “Stand up.”

Noah did as he’d been commanded. His daddy pushed him back, his butt bumping against the desk. Before he could right himself, the man lifted his legs by the calf. Off-balance, he thrust his arms back to catch the surface. His daddy tugged off his manties. They fluttered to the floor, little more than a hint of red in his peripheral vision. He was unable to take his eyes off the gorgeous man before him. Noah hovered on the edge of the desk, fearful he’d fall.

Praying the man kept him safe from harm.

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