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“Go on, baby boy,” Jules growled. “Get back to work on Daddy’s cock.”

Without hesitation, Brick raised up his arms and tucked them behind his head as he sat fully back on Jules’s cock. He circled his hips, grinding hard and making them both moan in delight. He leaned back more, increasing the angle and pressure, rocking himself back and forth with so much strength that the couch actually shook.

“Fuck!” Jules roared, digging his nails into Brick’s thighs and swinging back his hand to pop his ass again. “Yeah, there you go!” He spanked him several times in quick succession. “Get it, baby boy! Come on! Gonna make Daddy fuckin’ bust!”

Each smack made Brick cry out and push himself down, his body torn between the ache of Jules’s cock thrusting so deep and the wicked heat of his scalding cheek. He didn’t think he’d been so into spanking before, but then again, he had never been spanked by Jules Price.

Jules made sure it hurt, but his hand was just as quick to soothe the heated spot, his fingertips almost delicately tracing over the welted outlines his palm left behind. He started to rock upwards, thrusting his cock into Brick just as Brick slammed down, creating intense sparks of pleasure every time they collided.

Even though Brick only had one drink, he felt drunk. He was lightheaded and hot, and his skin was tingling, especially around his lips. His muscles were dragging, but he didn’t dare stop or slow down. Each frantic slap of Jules’s hand on his ass kept him going, motivated him to go faster and faster until—

“Ah, f-fuck!” Jules came with a loud groan, squeezing Brick’s hip and forcing him to sit back on his cock. He grinded up into Brick as he unloaded inside of him, growling, “Take it, baby boy. Fuck, take it all!”

“Yes, Daddy! Fuck!” Brick moaned as he felt the heat of Jules’s come flooding his hole. Fuck, it was good.

God, it was always so fuckin’ good.

“Come on, baby,” Jules urged breathlessly. “Grab your dick. Come on. I love feelin’ you clamp on my cock when you come. Come for Daddy, baby boy.”

Though his cock had softened some from the intense ride, Brick was back to rock hard in a few strokes. He grinded on Jules’s cock still buried inside his hole, using the pressure to tip himself over the edge. He came with a stunted moan, a delicious shiver of bliss cascading through his whole body.

Brick throbbed with it, from his balls to his tongue, and he could feel the frantic hot pulse in his raw cheeks. Brick worked himself through it with firm jerks, and then he tipped forward into Jules’s waiting arms, exhausted. “Oh, Daddy.”

“Such a good boy,” Jules praised. “Such a very, very good boy for me.”

“The fuckin’ best, Daddy.” Brick grinned, his eyes closing as Jules guided him in for a deep kiss. He adored how Jules held him so tenderly, and he enjoyed the slow descent of his heart rate as the kiss lingered on for several sweet moments. His hole was aching pleasantly, as were his thighs, and his cheeks were still burning faintly.

Damn, especially the left one.

“You doin’ okay?” Jules cleared his throat. “You’re not, uh, hurtin’ or nothin’, right?”

“No, I’m good, Daddy. Promise.” Brick smiled.

“You’d tell me if somethin’ was messed up, right?”

“I would.”

“Mmm. Good.” Jules relaxed and rubbed Brick’s back, pressing another kiss to his lips. “You need anything, baby boy?”

Brick didn’t want to move, but necessity overruled his comfort. He wrinkled his nose. “Towel? But stay put. I’m gonna go grab it.”

“Just one more second.” Jules hugged Brick close, kissing along his neck.

It was impossible to resist, and Brick buried his face into Jules’s shoulder. “Are all of your punishments going to be like that?”

“Maybe. Why?”

“Because it kinda makes me wanna get punished again.”

“Yeah?” Jules chuckled, palming Brick’s ass and squeezing. “Daddy’s little boy likes gettin’ spanked, huh?”

“Never did before, but now, mm, maybe more than a little.” Brick nuzzled the side of Jules’s neck. “I definitely can’t promise that I won’t run my mouth again. I was doing it in your best interest, you know.”

“Is that so?” Jules laughed again.

“It was! Just like now it’s in my best interest to go get cleaned up before all this come dries.”

“Go on then.” Jules smirked. “And hey, look at that. We got our fuck on and ain’t nobody busted in.”

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