Page 163 of Stabby Little

I kiss Grant. Passionately. Desperately. I swirl my tongue around his mouth, pouring everything I have into our kiss. Every time I nibble his lower lip, the final walls separating us crumble a little more. They crack like the walls of Jericho when Joshua marched around them.

I spread my legs and rub myself on his waist. "I'm happy it's you, Daddy. I wouldn't want it to be anyone else."

Grant smirks as he flits his tongue across my teeth. "Are you sure about that, sweet boy? A million gorgeous celebrities would pay top dollar to spend the night with you. You could take your red bicycle to Hollywood right now and have any man you wanted."

Celebrities? What a joke. Grant must know he's sexier, sweeter, and kinder than any bigshot celebrity.

I reach between his legs and touch his hard cock. "Take me to Hollywood and line up all the famous celebrities on Sunset Boulevard and I'd still choose you."

Grant grinds into my palm, working his cock into my fingers as he orders me to take his briefs off, to touch his naked body. Of course, I fondled his cock when he was my mystery man, so the act itself isn't anything new. But tonight—this holiest of nights—it's like I'm with a god.

This is Grant's dick.

The perfectly proportioned, enormous dick I've fantasized about hundreds of times.

This is the dick I dreamt penetrated me after he rescued me in the warehouse, taking me on my cage floor.

This is the cock I wanted when Jack took advantage of me, doing things to me I never consented to.

This is the dick that pressed against me when I snuggled with Grant in his living room, in my fuzzy onesie, the same hard, erect cock that let me know that, hey, maybe I wasn't crazy, maybe Grant was attracted to me and that if I played my cards right, maybe he'd be my Daddy, too.

Tugging his black silk briefs down, I grip his firm rod. I work my fingers up and down, then swirl my thumb around his mushroom head. Guttural groans pour out of Grant's lips as I touch him, and he drives himself into my clenched fist, working his thick shaft against my body, letting the sensation of my fingers intensify his need.

"Such a pretty kitty." He bites my lower lip, then fucks my hand as his thick, full testicles smack against my wrist. "Such a good, sweet boy. Daddy's a wicked man for the things he wants to do to you, angel. You feel this thick thing between his legs? This giant cock that's slippery and wet with Daddy's seed?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Jerk Daddy off. Touch this big, eight-inch cock and make me come. Daddy will probably get in trouble for doing this but it will be so, so worth it."

I work my hand up and down, relishing his praise. "This is something I want, Daddy. No one will punish you because I give you my consent."

Grant lets out a carnivorous roar as he drags his cock out of my fist and smacks it against my taint, smearing pre-cum on my smooth flesh before he spears it against my asshole.

"Let Daddy do this." His hungry eyes lock on mine, making me turn into a melted popsicle. "Spread those cheeks and let Daddy take you tonight."

I don't need another command. Canting my hips up, I push my legs out as I rut my hole against Grant's crown, using it, taunting him to stick it in.

Grant can't take it anymore. With a deafening roar, he explodes down on my hole, bulldozing his cock into me in one ferocious swing. His enormous balls slap against my ass, making thwacking swells as he grinds and grinds, bearing down with an intensity I've only seen in mating lions.

Sweat pours off his face in droves as he grates on top of me, pushing his crown against my prostate, shaking uncontrollably as pleasure braids into me, sweet, bubbly pleasure that arises due to the knowledge that I'm turning Grant on.

I drive my fingers into his back, clawing him as hard as I can, my own dick aching between my legs, smacking against my tummy as he takes control of me, possessing me, claiming me as his own. None of my clients in the warehouse ever fucked me like this. Grant ruts like an alpha male—a silverback gorilla of the Daddy kingdom. With every thrust, my dick throbs even more, leaking my juices onto my tummy. With every roar, my heart swells a little more in my chest, expanding to encompass his affection for me.

My pink cock head pokes out of my foreskin. "Look, Daddy!" I bring Grant's hand between my legs. “I’m hard for you!”

Grant rubs my cock, teasing my slit as he presses into me, his eyes rolling to the whites. "That's right, baby boy. What a beautiful, sexy dick. It's only five inches, but they're the most perfect five inches I've ever seen.”

“It's big, Daddy!”

He grinds into my hole. “Yes, my prince. You have such a big cock.”

“Not as big as Daddy's, though!”

“No,” Grant groans. “Your Daddy has the biggest cock in New York. Feel his eight-inch monster inside your body and hitting your prostate? Use it for your pleasure. The Lord didn't give you an ass like this to fuck with a dildo alone in your room. This is what you've dreamt about. Close your eyes and pretend this is an amazing, perfect dream. Before you know it, you'll wake up wrapped in Daddy's arms in the morning."

Grant's dirty talk overwhelms my senses. I ride on the wave of his filthy words, basking in their forbidden glory, letting them take me out to sea. My ass spreads even wider, granting his shaft even further passage, letting him hit, hit, hit my ass, ravage my channel, unleash a bevy of horny tingles inside me.

Pre-cum spurts out of my dick in droves, shooting into his fingers, and he lets out a lustful growl as he brings his digits to his lips, his tongue lapping at them, sucking up my nectar, the nectar that my body won't stop producing until he makes me shake with my release.

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