Page 28 of Atlas & Miles
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
I moaned. “So polite. I bet you beg so prettily, too.”
He nodded. “I’ll beg you for your cum until I’m sobbing, Daddy. I need it. I need you.”
“God, baby.” My eyes rolled back in my head, and I whipped off my T-shirt then stood tall before him. “On your knees, boy, and take my cock out. You’re gonna earn my cum tonight like the perfect little cocksucker you are.”
He moaned as he fell to his knees in front of me, his perfect naked body hard and delightful. I almost hated it dropping out of view, but then he shifted those gorgeous eyes up to meet mine again, his hands hovering at my waist with questions in his gaze. At my nod, he pulled my sweatpants down to just above my knees, and all thoughts flew out of my head as he wrapped his hand around my dick.
But as much as I was enjoying that, I needed to establish who was calling the shots tonight. Unless I heard him safeword, of course. “No, baby,” I commanded, and instantly, he stopped, hand halfway up my shaft. Such a good boy. “No touching. Put your hands behind your back—you only get to use your mouth. You haven’t earned using your hands yet.”
I wasn’t used to talking like this—I’d never really explored degradation kink before, mild though it was. But Miles was nearly vibrating at my words, and his dick was so red it was almost purple, so I knew he was eating this up.
But it never hurt to check.
Before he could close his mouth over my cock, I grabbed his chin again and lifted his face until he met my gaze once more. “Color?”
“Green, Daddy. Absolutely green.”
I smiled. “Good boy.” Then I patted his cheek a little harder than I normally might’ve—which just made him blush harder—and thrust my hips forward. “I believe my cum dumpster has some work to do.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he replied instantly as he clasped his hands behind his back. My dick twitched when he leaned forward, heavy breaths brushing my skin and hard cock like a caress. I was infinitely glad he’d gotten the cage off—I wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.
To my utter surprise, Miles took his time, first licking a stripe up the underside of my cock all the way to the tip then swirling his tongue around my slit to lap up the copious amounts of precum my arousal had caused. None too soon, his mouth closed around the head, and I shouted as soon as he started sucking on the tip. “My fucking god, Miles—your mouth feels amazing,” I breathed, completely awestruck by this amazing man. He’d certainly done this before, and I was benefitting from his years of experience sucking dick. Shit, I was the luckiest man alive.
Then he took me deeper, and I fucking melted. His mouth was absolute heaven.
I locked my hips in place, not wanting to gag him but also . . . kind of wanting to. Did he like being used? Would that turn him on?
“Miles, baby?” I touched the side of his head, and he pulled away from where he’d nearly deep throated me to meet my eyes, his delectable, glistening lips inches from my dick. “I need to fuck your throat, show you who you belong to, then I’m going to come all over your face. Would my cum-hungry boy like that?” Consent, always.
His eyes were wide as he nodded, but I had to be absolutely sure.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth hard, boy. And you’re going to take it. I want to see your tears as I slide down your throat. I want you to choke on my dick. Can my slut handle that?”
He nodded. “I want it, Daddy. I want your cock down my throat until I’m so full of you I can’t remember my own name.”
“Good cum dump.” I tapped his cheek again, turning it a light shade of pink before the color faded almost instantly. I never wanted to really slap him, but the little reminder I owned him was making his dick bob uncontrollably in his lap. “Color?”
“Green, Daddy. Please. I need your cock. Make me gag on it.Please.”
I threaded my fingers through his long hair, gripped his head tightly, and shoved his face into my groin.
His mouth missed my dick the first time, but I took the opportunity to rub his cheek against my cock and balls, owning him with each show of control. He whimpered as his tongue shot out to lathe my sac, and I pressed him closer into me, listening to and feeling his cues closely to make sure he could still breathe. He’d said breath play was a no-go, and I was absolutely honoring that.
But I couldn’t see any reason to deny him the scent of my body. I almost wished I hadn’t showered recently. This would be super fun after a long day at the office, making him smell and taste my musk . . .
I yanked on his hair to pull him away from me, and he yelped but then moaned his pleasure. This man really did enjoy pain.
“Be a good boy, and deep throat my cock now,” I commanded, and he opened wide to take me down his throat in one go.
Chapter eight
Miles
Men had fucked my face before, but Atlas was taking it to a whole new level. Making me hold my hands behind my back made it hot, sure, but the way he was commanding my body, forcing me to take his cock all the way down my throat, was making me so hard I thought my dick might implode.
Oh, fuck—would he work me up until I was desperate, use me to make him cum, then not letmecome? That seemed like something he would do; I was sensing a bit of a sadistic streak in him.
