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He heard Jules take a step back, fumbling with something on the counter behind them. “Just you wait, baby boy. Daddy’s gonna make it feel a lot better.”

Brick gasped when something liquid dripped onto his hole, and he looked back to see what it was.

Jules had grabbed the olive oil from the stove and was dousing it all over Brick’s asshole. He put the bottle back only when it was dripping down between Brick’s legs. He slipped out his thumb and then smeared the oil around Brick’s hole. “There we go, baby boy. Now Daddy’s gonna open you up real good.”

Brick breathed in slowly to relax, and he groaned when Jules slid one of his thick fingers in deep. Jules went right down to his knuckle, and Brick shuddered from how soft his asshole already was from the play so far. The new pressure was good, and he panted quietly as Jules fucked him.

“Good boy,” Jules murmured, adding a second finger and sliding in. “Look at that… Your little hole is takin’ it so fuckin’ good.”

Brick only felt a faint burn now, but it easily faded after a few more moments of Jules’s patient thrusting. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had prepped him like this, and God, it was heavenly. He whimpered when Jules twisted his fingers deep inside of him, and he dug his nails into the counter. “F-fuck…”

“Tell Daddy how to make you feel good, baby boy,” Jules ordered as he turned his fingers another way. “What do you like?”

“Slow like this,” Brick replied breathlessly. “Feels really fuckin’ good. But sometimes I like it hard. Faster. You can, mmm…” He closed his eyes. “Aim your fingers down, like, toward the floor and curl them in just a little—ah! There!” His hips jerked when Jules immediately zeroed in on his prostate.

Jules chuckled, and he pushed into that tender spot with precise thrusts. He traced around Brick’s prostate in a smooth circle and then pounded into it again with the tips of his fingers.

Jules’s fingers were so thick and big that it felt like a damn dick hammering away, and Brick moaned urgently. He had never had much luck coming like this, but Jules was nailing that sweet spot perfectly and the sizzling tension inside of Brick was ready to burst. “There, just like that, just like that—”

“Uh-uh.” Jules stopped.

“What?” Brick demanded. “Come on, Daddy! I was—”

“Not yet.” Jules smacked Brick’s ass. “I ain’t done playin’ with you yet, baby boy. I got a whole list of freaky shit I wanna do to you, and you ain’t comin’ until I’m good and ready for you to. I wanna eat out your ass some more, you’re gonna suck my cock for a little while, and then I’m gonna fuck you so I can dump my come in this sweet little hole. Then I’m gonna get my mouth on that pretty dick and suck you until you bust.”

“Oh f-fuck.” Brick shivered because that was definitely the sexiest and filthiest thing anyone had ever said to him.

“You good with that, baby boy?”

“Yes, Daddy. So good.”

Chapter Seven

Brick laid back in his bed, the sheets amazingly cool to his heated skin. He had pretty much sprinted up to his bedroom, and he’d managed to even outrun the playful grip of Jules’s hands on his ass. He stretched out with an eager groan while he waited for Jules to catch up.

Jules was only a few seconds behind him, and he was all smiles as he strolled in. He came up to the foot of the bed, admiring Brick as he got undressed. “You’re like a fuckin’ statue in a museum or somethin’. You’re perfect, baby boy.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Brick stared at Jules’s broad chest and thick belly, and his mouth filled with spit. “Fuck, so are you. You’re so hot. I wanted to get my hands on you the second I saw you.”

“Yeah?” Jules grinned.

“Oh yeah. I wanted you to fuck me so hard.”

“Don’t worry, baby boy. We’re gonna fuck as much as you want.”

Naked now, Jules crawled into bed and then settled himself between Brick’s legs. He bowed his head down, smooching each thigh as he teased, “You really do have great fuckin’ stems, you know.”

“Told ya’.” Brick grinned back. “My thighs are fantastic.”

“That and everything else.” Jules slipped his hands beneath Brick’s thighs, pushing them upward. “Grab your legs. Hug ’em to your chest so Daddy gets some more of that sweet ass.”

Brick did as he was asked, and he groaned from the sheer thrill of being exposed like this. He loved how big and warm Jules’s hands felt on his ass, and the hot push of his tongue back against his hole was a welcome return. He marveled at both Jules’s skill and desire for this, and he let out a happy sigh as Jules’s tongue pressed inside his soft hole.

Jules grunted as he fucked Brick’s asshole with his tongue and kneaded his cheeks. Each slick press was slow and deep, and Brick moaned when Jules paused from his thrusting to lick around the edge of his hole. Jules coaxed out another moan as he lapped up over Brick’s balls—tentatively, as if weighing if he should keep going or not.

Brick wanted to encourage him, and he said, “Go on, Daddy. Fuck, I like that. Please, please play with my balls.”

That was exactly what Jules needed to hear, and he licked greedily over Brick’s balls. He mouthed each one, sucking them into his mouth and pulling hard enough to make Brick gasp.

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