Page 59 of Unwrap Him

“I need you to fill me up before I die,” he whimpers.

Giving him a few more slow kisses, I take his hand once more, pulling him along. The walk back home is less than three minutes, but it feels like an eternity. I’m ready to combust, and the whole time we’re scampering in the direction of our house, Jesse has his hands all over me.

“That was our first official fight as a couple,” he whispers, while we ascend the steps to our front door.

Peeking at him, my forehead lines as I consider this. Was it really??

I think he’s right.

I mean, I have a tendency to scold him nonstop like he’s still my son. But we never actually fight. In fact, he seems to love when I growl things at him. It makes his dick hard.

For all the tension between us, rippling like a steady current, none of it is negative. We haven’t fought about anything since we’ve been down here.

And even that just now was a pretty measly fight.

Pulling him inside the house, I close the door behind us, pressing him against it with my hips. He gasps and whines, biting his lip while I writhe into him, going for his neck.

“Does that mean we get to make up?” I nip the words onto his warm flesh.

“Please,” he purrs, arching up to me while I work on his clothes, instantly tearing into them to get him naked. “Let me make it up to you, Daddy. Let me prove that you’re the only one for me.”

I almost whisper, I know I am. But then I stop, shuddering at the idea that he wants to be punished a little.

He wants to be my possession, and that sounds like a perfect way to end the night.

Once Jesse is in only his jeans, unbuttoned, I spin him, walking him toward the living room while sucking on his neck and feeling up all the curves of muscle in his body. He yanks my shirt off, grabbing at my chest, squeezing and squirming his dick into mine. The room is dark, minus the glow of the Christmas tree, red, green, and white lights bathing us as we move up to the couch.

Flopping down onto my back, I pull Jesse on top of me. Then I shove his jeans down over his perfect ass, my cock throbbing between us when I find what he’s wearing…

A jockstrap. As in, his whole ass is exposed for me. Fucking mouthwatering.

“Look at you…” I breathe, hands sloping through all the lines of taut muscle in his torso, down to his big, thick cock, trying to burst out the front of the underwear. “You’re a fantasy come to life, sweet boy.”

He lets out a mewl, unbuttoning my pants with shaky fingers. I slither out of them, and he sits over my hips, straddling me while grinding slowly, rubbing our clothed cocks together until I’m leaking and burning alive.

“Get me naked, baby,” I grunt, and he does, tearing my boxers off and whipping them away.

He instantly goes for my dick, like he’s desperate to get it into his throat, but I stop him.

“I wanna watch you suck something else first.”

He gives me a confused look while I bite my lip, reaching for the coffee table, where there’s a big tray of all kinds of holiday candies. One of which being a candy cane. But not just any candy cane…

It’s one of those big ones.

Biting open the plastic, I take it out and hold it up to him. His honey-colored eyes twinkle as he tugs his lip between his teeth.

“Show me how you suck this thick candy stick, baby,” I growl, inching the peppermint cane up to his waiting lips.

He wastes no time sucking the straight end into his mouth, humming as he goes. His eyes droop while he throats it, taking it from me by the curved end, sliding it in and out of his plush pink lips.

“God, baby, you look so good,” I hum, holding him by the ass, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. “Grind that big cock on me, love. Get yourself leaking inside those pretty panties.”

Jesse groans with the candy in his mouth, head tipping back as he ripples his hips, riding me through his underwear, although my dick could easily slip into him, what with that open backside. But my erection is aimed up, stretching past my navel, the tip all shiny from the beads of arousal he’s drawing out of me.

“Mmm…” he hums, pumping the candy cane in and out of his mouth while he grips my chest and grinds our cocks together.

My fingers slip between his cheeks. “Baby, I wanna play with this sweet hole…” Sitting fast, I slope over him, then flip his body so that his ass is before me like a feast. Covering his back with my chest, I whisper by his ear. “You sucking that peppermint good, sexy boy?”

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