Page 72 of Santa’s Little Faker
Yep.
Another silly sound.
“And I can think of other things my boy might like to suck on.” I wasn’t sure how I’d missed how oral he was, but I wasn’t going to forget it anytime soon…and his pleased hum said he wouldn’t let me. “I could have you curl up between my legs or kneel for me on the floor.”
He seemed to approve of both, but curling up between my legs got a happy wiggle that my cock responded to immediately. It was hard as a rock as I pushed the front of my briefs down and finally let it escape its confines.
I couldn’t help moaning as I wrapped my hand around it and gave it a firm stroke, but I couldn’t decide if my touch or Orlando’s soft moan was my favorite part. Both were amazing but I let my hand become the focus so I didn’t accidentally ruin his headspace.
So as he sucked on his bottle and his fingers barely caressed my chest, I focused on my cock and how sexy he’d been when he was kneeling on the floor for me. I thought about how his face had lit up when he’d realized it was the breeding I’d been wanting to approach cautiously and how sexy he’d been when he’d looked down at his own belly and asked if he was sexy.
Fuck.
I’d been hard for hours and tempted for longer than that, so finally having him in my arms and fantasizing about making love with me and being bred by his Master pulled me closer to the edge with every stroke.
Even the rough touch hadn’t slowed me down like I’d hoped and every soft, pleased sound from Orlando made it even harder to stretch out the scene. But eventually his sucking started to slow and his breathing got deeper and there was no holding back.
Coming as quietly as I could, I shook and moaned as the pleasure just kept going until I was just as boneless as Orlando was. He managed to nuzzle me with his cheek and gave some kind of a sighing sound that might’ve been a word, but before I could come down completely from my high, he was out.
And it wouldn’t be long before I followed him…my adorably naughty little Trippy.
Chapter 19
Orlando
“Stop squirming.” Bastian’s tone was firm but that was mostly because he still seemed to be sleeping. “Who takes off your diaper?”
Ugh.
Sleeping and smart.
“You do.” That didn’t help me to stop squirming, though. “You can do it right now if you want to.”
It would be very helpful if he did.
“I know.” He might’ve known but he didn’t seem to understand because he just rolled over and wrapped himself around me like I was his teddy bear. “I’ll do it in a bit.”
Hmm.
“How long is a bit?” Was that in a few seconds? Minutes? “Just wondering.”
Wait.
“I like my pajamas, though, and I’m not panicked about anything.” He’d find something to worry about no matter what, but I thought I caught most of it. Oh. “And you have a very nice penis. Not ugly or even unfortunate looking. And I’m glad I stayed over.”
That really had to cover most of it.
Well, except for the one thing that was making me wiggle.
“Thank you for making sure I knew all that information.” Bastian didn’t sound worried or asleep any longer, but he nuzzled against the side of my head and didn’t seem to be in any rush. “I’m glad you slept over too and I’m glad you don’t think my penis is ugly. Yours is cute too if you were wondering.”
“I wasn’t but thank you.” My response seemed to surprise him based on how he barked out a laugh. “I do have one…issue, though.”
What was the best way to approach the having to pee issue?
He wasn’t the butch kind of guy who’d say I could go take a piss. I don’t think I’d ever heard him use language like that even when he didn’t know I was listening, but was I really supposed to just wait patiently until he decided he was done?
That didn’t seem logical unless…oh…
