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Jules was caressing Brick’s thighs just beneath the hem of the skirt, encouraging him to keep going. His breath hitched as Brick rose up and then dropped back down again, and his nails bit into Brick’s skin. “Just like that baby. Just like that. Fuck, that’s nice.”

Brick tipped forward to kiss Jules, rolling his hips a little faster and loving the way Jules groaned in reply. Their tongues met as the kiss deepened, and Brick gasped when Jules tilted his hips to meet his. It made every thrust deeper, hotter, and Brick was a panting mess of ecstatic bliss as their bodies moved together in beautiful sync.

Jules wrapped his arms around Brick, their chests pressed flush as Brick’s legs curled around Jules’s waist. Brick hung his arms around Jules’s neck, and he whimpered from the intimacy of this new position. He grinded his hips to meet Jules’s fierce slams, and he was bouncing in Jules’s lap as he rode his cock as hard as he could. “Oh, Daddy… oh, fuck!”

“Yeah, baby boy.” Jules hissed, biting hungrily at Brick’s lip as he continued to pound up into him. “That’s it. Ride my cock, come on. Just like that. Just like that.” He squeezed Brick tight, lifting Brick’s entire body up and down on his cock with renewed vigor.

The tension rose to maddening levels of sweet pressure, and Brick shouted as Jules somehow managed to fuck him even harder. His cock was getting hard again where it was trapped under his skirt, slapping against his thigh and aching for release once more. They’d had some very good sex, mind-blowing even, but this had reached an entirely new level of pleasure.

They were moving as one splendid body flooded with waves of pure bliss, connected by flesh and something so intimate Brick didn’t even know how to describe it.

Oh, but he was happy, so fucking happy, and Brick didn’t want this to ever end.

Nothing had ever felt so good or so right, and Brick was positively writhing against Jules as he lost himself in his passionate embrace. The pressure in Brick’s balls was surging to the leaking head, every inch of him tingling with heat as his hole was stuffed mercilessly with Jules’s thick cock. “Daddy. Fuck, I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”

Jules grunted hoarsely in reply, a sound Brick knew well that meant he was getting close too.

Jules kept going, harder and faster, and Brick’s whole body was starting to shake from the force of his thrusts. Brick couldn’t do anything except cling to Jules’s neck and hang on for the ride of his life. Jules slipped a hand beneath Brick’s skirt, his strong fingers curling around Brick’s cock and tugging feverishly.

Brick’s face was burning up, his breathing was labored and rasping, and he moaned incoherently as Jules’s pumping hand sent him over the precipice of ecstasy. Brick crashed their lips together to muffle his cries as he came, the intensity of his orgasm making his vision go dark. “Jules!”

“That’s right. Say my fuckin’ name, baby boy. Fuckin’ say it!” Jules was still going, grunting and groaning furiously as he followed behind him. He slammed up into Brick hard enough to make Brick shout, unloading his come deep inside of his hole. Their hips danced together in short little bursts as they wrung out every last bit of pleasure they could from each other.

Brick went limp against Jules’s chest as the tremors faded away, and he buried his face against his shoulder. He swore his toes were going to be stuck curled up, and he let out a very satisfied groan. “Well. Damn.”

“You good, baby?” Jules rubbed Brick’s back soothingly.

“Oh. Ha. I’m amazing.” Brick chuckled. “Wow. I think I went blind for a second.”

“That good, huh?” Jules hugged Brick, turning to nose at his cheek and seek out a kiss.

“So fuckin’ good,” Brick mumbled against Jules’s lips. He laughed in delight as Jules suddenly heaved him over onto his back, staying on top of Brick with his cock still buried deep and continuing to kiss the laughter from his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re incredible, baby boy.” Jules beamed down at him. “Truly fuckin’ incredible.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Daddy.” Brick cupped Jules’s cheek. “So, mental note. Cheerleader outfit a definite yes?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Role-playing, also good, although I totally broke character first, and I’m sorry for that.”

“You ain’t ever gotta apologize for wantin’ to suck my dick like that.”

“Noted. Toys, mm, very fun, but I think you’re right. We always get distracted and forget to use everything we picked out.”

“Like I said, that’s not so bad of a problem to have.” Jules smirked and leaned back in for another kiss.

Brick kissed Jules back with a happy little moan, shifting his hips to let Jules’s cock slip out of him. The ensuing dribble of come was a mess they’d tend to later, but right now Brick let himself enjoy it. His hole was throbbing from the rough ride, he’d definitely have to wash this skirt, but fuck if that hadn’t been absolutely perfect.

“You need anything, baby boy?” Jules asked when they finally came back up for air.

“Just you.” Brick closed his eyes and smiled. “Mmmm, just you, Daddy.”

“You got me.” Jules kissed Brick’s forehead.

“For how long?” Brick wasn’t sure why he asked. It just popped into his head, and now he wished he hadn’t—

“For as long as you want me,” Jules replied without hesitation. “You know, however long that is.”

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