Page 19 of Stabby Little

“I need help with school, Daddy. You can assist me.”

Xavier rams his thumb against my cheek. “Quit fucking around and suck my cock.”

Dropping to my knees, I unzip Xavier's fly and pull his cock out of his pants. It's thick, but not long. It barely fills my palm, no bigger than four inches.

Xavier spits on his dick. “Jerk me off first.”

I wrap my fingers around his shaft and tug him. I use his spit as lube, working it around his muscle. His pink crown throbs when I touch it, spurting a droplet of pre-cum when I brush my thumb over his slit.

I take his nuts out of his briefs. “Does Daddy like when I lick his balls?”

Xavier spits on his shaft again. “Lick them. Jerk me off with your pretty tongue on my sack.”

After what my captors forced me to do in the Diavolos' warehouse, this is a walk in the park. I flit my tongue along his sack, refusing to grant him the privilege of seeing my revulsion.

His skin is salty and the smell of sweat enters my nose, but I ignore it. I'm a pro at this. I fucked Jack since I was sixteen and took more cock from vicious clients than anyone else in the basement.

One ballsack that would make a normal boy gag doesn't affect me.

I swipe my right hand down his shaft. “You're big, Daddy.”

Xavier grips my chin. “Don't lie to me, boy.”

“I mean it.” I stroke his cock. “My usual clients don't have girth like you. I like the look of it, Daddy. It's so much bigger than mine.”

“It's such a shame you're wasting time speaking when you could be sucking me off.”

I bat my eyelashes. “Put it in my hole. That's what I really want.”

A growl escapes Xavier's lips. “How much will that cost?”

“One hundred more.” I kiss the side of his shaft, then trace a blue vein with my tongue. “I want it, Daddy. I've never taken a man like you before.”

“Remove your pants.”

Xavier's falling right into my trap. He doesn't know it, but I need him in this position to catch him by surprise.

I stand up, then unbutton my jeans. I take care not to reveal the knife and gun I have concealed in my back pockets.

I tug my jeans to my thighs and turn around. “Like what you see?”

I shake my ass in front of Xavier, wiggling my cheeks back and forth.

This was my chief attribute in the warehouse.

Whereas my friend Callum had a ten-inch dick and was an exclusive top, I was a power bottom.

Men didn't expect the skinny eighteen-year-old they fucked to take control.

It's why my clients always came back.

I'll use it to my fucking advantage.

Xavier lets out a low growl. “Fuck, boy.” He smacks my ass. “You came to the right fucking place tonight. Gonna make Daddy a happy man.”

“Put it inside, Daddy.”

I'm sick of waiting. Sick of speaking to this man. I want to get this shit over with so I can cross him off my list.

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