Page 50 of Fixate
“Daddy,” Ricardo shouted when I wrapped my lips around the crown.
I pulled back, squeezing his thighs tightly to get his attention. Blown pupils met my gaze, confusion lacing his expression.
“That wasn’t what I told you to say, mon chou. Are you going to do as Daddy asked?”
He closed his eyes and nodded. I smiled when he didn’t speak back, likely since neither would work in the moment. Or maybe he didn’t trust himself to follow instructions just yet.
When I took him in my mouth again, the change in him was palpable. He didn’t fidget and move as much. It was more subdued, as if he were going to allow me to spoil him how I wanted to.
“More, please.”
The words came out barely louder than a whisper, yet I felt like he’d screamed them at me. I began to suck harder against him. Each bob of my head pulled him in deeper. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the enjoyment I felt at having him this way.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
My eyes flashed open at his appreciation. I found him in the same position, though he’d gone from docile to smug. Like he had a secret he didn’t think I’d figure out.
Brat.
He thought he knew everything. Well, I’d show him.
Pushing two fingers between the edge of my lips and his cock, I wet the digits as best I could while not slowing my pace.
After I ensured they were wet enough, I trailed them over his balls and across his taint. His hole tensed when I circled it. He wasn’t telling me no or stop. He hadn’t said anything.
My eyes were still fixed on him though. And I saw the chaos behind his calm veneer.
The first finger was a bit of a tight fit. He didn’t fight me, but his body clearly wasn’t used to this being an entrance. I took my time easing the digit in and out until I felt the tension in his body melt away.
It returned when I pressed in the second, though it wasn’t nearly as long a process. His pants and moans turned to praise the harder I pressed into him.
“More, please?” He asked when he needed more.
I gave him what he asked for. I always would.
Three fingers seemed to be his sweet spot because he shook harder the more I teased his hole. I found his prostate after a few more minutes of hard fingering.
He wailed as I expertly attacked the area, making sure to suck even harder on his dick to give him two areas of pleasure to focus on. It was an assault on his nervous system. I hoped it led to a massive orgasm.
As a bonus, I wouldn’t mind if he became addicted to me and sought me out for his release. I’d be all too happy to oblige, even if we never moved beyond this level of intimacy.
His body tightened around my fingers a second before he gasped loudly. Cum shot out from his crown, coating the inside of my mouth like a fucking faucet.
The man clearly hadn’t gotten laid in a while. I damn near preened at the knowledge.
I sucked and finger fucked him through the orgasm until he was wincing with my touch. As I pulled away, I licked my lips and discreetly wiped my fingers on the sheet.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Ricardo said around a yawn as I hovered over him. He was in and out of it, his eyes not fully opened as sleep tried to take him from me.
I ran a hand over the top of his hair. “It’s ok to rest, mon chou. I’ll take care of everything.”
He hummed, though he didn’t fall asleep. I had a feeling it was due to my rather distracting erection. I grabbed the hard length and stroked myself as I leaned over him.
Ricardo wiggled a bit in the bed, almost like he was settling in to better watch me.
“Do you like seeing me stroke myself?” I asked him.
He licked his lips and nodded. “Thank you, Daddy.”
