Page 19 of Jace

I lean forward and take my own body weight under my arms and begin to thrust my cock in and out of Caleb’s wet mouth, his tongue working overtime as I thrust.

The look in Caleb’s eyes tells me everything I need to know too. The boy is a natural submissive, eager to please his Daddy Dom. But as tempting as it would be to finish inside his hungry mouth, I know that I need to hold off and give Calebeverythingtonight.

“Enough,” I grunt, pulling my long, thick, wet cock out of Caleb’s mouth and gripping the boy by his hips and flipping him onto his front. “Daddy wants teacher’s ass now.”

“Fuck. Yes. Do it,” Caleb replies, his cheeks red and his eyes wide with a mixture of arousal and anticipation as he arches his head back toward me. “Make me yours. All the way. I need you inside me. There’s some stuff, just over there.”

Caleb nods at a nearby drawer and I bound over and pull a pot of translucent lube out of it and make my way back to the boy with no delay.

“Spread them,” I bark, watching with delight as Caleb plants his face in a pillow and reaches back to spread his juicy ass cheeks for me. “Good boy. Daddy’s going to get you nice and ready, don’t you worry about that.”

As I gradually work my lubed fingers inside Caleb’s tight but willing ass, I can see and hear how much he’s into this. He might be used to giving out the orders and instructions in class, but Caleb is a natural submissive when it comes to sex.

The deeper and wider I work my fingers, the more Caleb begins to bounce back on them, evidently more than ready for something altogether bigger and thicker in his thoroughly well prepared ass.

But whether Caleb can take my slab of Daddy manhood is another question altogether…

Caleb lets out a low, guttural moan as I begin to push my throbbing dick head up against his hole, and slowly but surely I feel him accommodate me.

“All good, boy?” I ask, easing myself in deeper.

“All good, hell yeah,” Caleb says, his back muscles looking impressive for a smaller guy as I work my way all the way inside him. “Don’t hold back, Daddy. I can handle it.”

I grip Caleb tighter and begin to thrust. Back and forth, his cheeks clapping in time with me, I’m going to give him everything he wants, and more.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Caleb hollers, now bouncing back in time with my thrusts, the two of us working together and pushing one another to go harder, faster, deeper. “Daddy! I’m going to…”

I almost laugh as I see the expression of pure animalistic lust on Caleb’s face as he turns his head and groans in ecstasy as he cums.

And seeing Caleb so thoroughly and unselfconsciously into what I’m doing to him is enough to bring on my climax too.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s it, just one… more… fuck,” I roar, bringing myself off and pumping my hot, thick seed deep inside Caleb.

I continue to thrust until every last drop is out, and I can tell from Caleb’s soft, blissful groans that he’s appreciating it too.

As I pull out of Caleb and collapse next to him, we lock hands.

Now isn’t the time for talking. We both know what just happened, how connected we were in the moment. All we need to do now is lie together, soak it up, and feel the post orgasmic bliss ride over us for as long as we can…

I’m dozing, but suddenly I’m brought back into the real world.

“Fuck,” I grumble. “That damn phone.”

I curse again, pick up my cell phone and read the message:

RAZOR: Vipers moving. Get to the clubhouse. Now.

“Fuck,” I mutter, shoving the phone in my pocket. Caleb sits up, his eyes wide, and I hate the worry I see in his beautiful face. “I gotta go,” I say, my voice tight. “Club emergency.”

“Is it bad?” The boy asks, still a little dreamy after sex, but I know he’ll soon be thinking of the Vipers, the crash, the danger I’m pulling him into.

“Bad enough,” I say, honest but gentle. I cup his face, kissing him softly. “I’ll be back, boy. Stay here, lock the door, and don’t open it foranyonebut me. Okay?”

He nods, but his hands cling to me, like he’s afraid to let go.

“Be careful, Daddy,” he whispers, and it’s like a knife in my chest.

“I will,” I say, meaning it, but the truth is, I don’t know if I can promise that.

---