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I shook my head hard. “We were always tested in the past…at the house,” I said, trying not to go into too much detail before it ruined my mood. “All of my results have always been negative, so if you’re good…”

“I’m great,” Vito grunted. He lifted me into the air making me yelp before he sat me down on the chair. “I always make sure my records are negative. But wait right there a moment,” he said as he stretched and started walking down the hall. “Get those clothes off, Ragazzo!”

“Yes, Daddy!” I called, my stomach turning into knots. I hopped up and stripped out of my clothes quickly. I laid them out on the couch as I shifted from one foot to the other. Hurry up! I wished I could make him move faster just so I could get to his cock faster.

By the time he came back, I was ready to jump on him. My hand was firmly wrapped around my dick and I had already stroked myself so much that I was anxious for more.

“Take your hand off,” Vito growled. “Who told you to do that?”

My eyes widened. “Sorry,” I squeaked out and cleared my throat. “I got carried away.”

“Yeah, you did,” he said as he grabbed my arm and shoved me toward his chair. “Plant your knees on that cushion and stick your ass out.”

My breath caught in my throat. What was he going to do to me? I knew some boys liked spankings and things, but that wasn’t me. Being hit only brought back bad memories.

“What’s the matter?” Vito asked.

“Nothing,” I said quickly.

“Spit it out,” Vito demanded.

I sighed. “I don’t want to be spanked, but I don’t want you to think I’m bad because I don’t want that. If you want to we can, but I-”

Vito tugged me toward him. “If you don’t want spankings, then you won’t have them. But that wasn’t what I was going to do.”

I tilted my head. “You weren’t?”

“No. There’s no reason to hit you to drive home my point that you should wait for me.” He turned me around and pushed me into the chair. “Ass out.”

The excitement flooded right back to me. Now that I knew Vito wouldn’t hurt me, I was amped up. I felt his strong hands on my hips and something wet swiped against my hole. A gasp fell from my lips as I realized it was his tongue.

“Vito!”

“Now, what did we agree on?” he asked.

My face heated. “Daddy,” I groaned. “Your tongue feels so good.”

He chuckled and buried his head in my ass again. Vito’s strong hands tugging my cheeks apart made me feel exposed. Every lick, lap, and nibble made my breath get caught in my throat. I pushed back against him and Vito tightened his grip so I couldn’t move anymore.

Panting, I gazed over my shoulder. “Can I touch myself?” I asked. “I’m so fucking horny!”

“No,” he said as he pulled back and I felt a finger rubbing against my hole. “You’re gonna have to wait since you wanted to get started without me.”

I groaned and pressed my face against the chair. As much as I wanted to whine that it wasn’t fair, it was. I had started without Vito and I wanted to be a good boy for him. When he praised me, I felt like I could burst. And I wanted those sweet words from him as much as possible.

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered. “I’ll be a good boy for you.”

My cock twitched, but not as much as it did when Vito went back to eating me out. Every stroke of his tongue pushed me closer to the edge. My muscles jumped and I held on for dear life as I felt the wave of orgasm come.

No, no, no! I want to be good for him. I can be good for my Daddy.

Despite how good it felt, I held back for Vito. By the time he pulled away, I thought of every deity in existence. I panted and my hand moved down to reach between my legs until I stopped myself.

“Good boy,” Vito said in that deep, velvety voice of his. “I know you want to touch yourself, but you’re being so good by holding back. Just a little longer.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

I heard the squeeze of a bottle and tensed from head to toe. He’s getting ready. The excitement I felt in my chest tripled and it took everything in me to stay still. I sucked in a breath when the head of his cock pressed against my ass. But the moment he pushed inside, I cried out.

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