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"I can do whatever I want to your body, boy," I growled. "You gave yourself to me and you'll take every single swat I give the way I want to give it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy," he moaned. "Harder."

That little whispered harder sent tingles up and down my spine. I raised my hand and did just that. The sound of the thwack echoed in my ears. Jack ground his cock against my thigh. His shorts had shimmied down further and I could feel his naked dick on my thigh. I could also feel the wetness his cock left behind on my skin. Jack was all worked up.

I varied my swats. Hard, soft, and then rub. Hard. Soft. Rub. By the time I was done, Jack's words had dissolved into nonsense. He shook his hips, his hard cock rubbed against my thigh. It was insane. Once I soothed away the spanking, I lifted Jack and laid him on the bed. He hissed.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes," he moaned. "It feels so good."

"I can tell," I said as I reached between his legs to fondle his hard dick. "This is all the evidence I need."

Jack groaned. "Please, please help me, Daddy."

I clicked my tongue. "Are you still trying to manipulate me today? That doesn't work on me, boy."

He shook his head hard. "It hurts," he groaned. "I haven't gone this long without cumming in ages. Please!"

Shit. I quickly remembered Cian's rule.Although, to be fair, the boy has more than served out his punishment. He's been doing well. Fuck it.

I leaned down and wrapped my mouth around Jack's aching cock. The salty taste of his precum against my tongue lit up my senses. Jack bucked upward, his cock shoving further down my throat. I gagged.

"Fuck, relax," I laughed as I came up for air.

Jack shook his head. "Can't. Please."

I took one look at the desperation in his eyes and slipped his cock back into my mouth. Jack humped against my face, desperate. Eager. I allowed him to as I wrapped a hand around my length and pumped it. The tension in my shoulders built as heat swept through me. My stomach clenched.

My finger rubbed against his hole. Jack sucked in a sharp breath and I wanted to do it more. Ineededto hear that sound as he was drowned in pleasure that only I could give him. Fuck. I wanted Jack O’Brien to bemine.

I spat on his hole before I sank a single digit in. Not much, just the tip. I wanted to test the waters, not hurt him. I glanced up at him.

“More, Daddy,” he moaned. “I- I can take a lot!”

I pulled my mouth free of his cock again. “How do you know that?” I glared. “Do you fuck a lot of men?”

He shook his head. “A few, but Ronan runs them off mostly,” he said. “Mostly I know because I have a lot of toys at home,” he admitted as his cheeks blazed. “I use them on myself a lot.”

The thought of Jack with a big toy stuffed up his tight ass, and I knew it was tight from the way it clenched around my finger, made me want to stuff myself inside of him. My finger slid in further. His head tilted back. His legs fell open at the knees. He practically begged me to breed his slutty little hole until he screamed for his Daddy.

Calm down. Not yet. I’m already crossing a line right now. I should talk to the other two first.

God, I hated that thought. My cock begged to be buried in his ass, but I ignored it. Instead, I popped him back into my mouth. The moment I did, he gasped.

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck!”

His fingers dug into my scalp as he moaned and jerked in my grasp. I took my time. I wanted to draw out every second of our time together until it was permanently seared into my brain. However, it seemed like Jack needed release. Now.

Jack's dick twitched in my mouth and I groaned the moment I was flooded with hot, wet cum. I swallowed it down as my spine tingled. Pleasure gripped my balls, tightening them. I spilled my seed over the cover and Jack's twitching legs.

Finally, I pulled free and gasped for air. Jack's eyes were distant and glossy as a huge smile covered his face. I chuckled. Reaching out, I stroked his face. Jack leaned into my touch as his eyes searched my face.

"I was pretty sure I hated you at first," Jack muttered.

I tilted my head. "I'd be offended, but I think the feeling was mutual. You're different than I thought you were."

"You too," he said. "Daddy Finn?"

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