Page 69 of My Skin Begs You Please

Since the burning in my ass hadn’t stopped, I wasn’t sure that I’d ever left, but I nodded and said, “Yes, please.”

Luke narrowed his gaze on me. “Yes, please, what?”

“Yes, please, Daddy.”

He brought his fingers down to my lips and touched them, a softness in his eyes I’d never seen before. “I wish I could kiss you.”

“You can, Daddy.”

He shook his head then. “No, not now.” Then his voice changed. It was firm and in control and fierce, and I shook all over at the sound of it. “Suck Daddy’s dick,” he said, rising and pushing his jeans down. “Make your daddy come.”

The words rang a bell in me that ignited the shame in my heart so that it burned as much as whatever he’d put in my ass. But I didas Luke said, taking his cock into my hand, and then swallowing him down.

“Fuck,” he cursed, hands curling into my hair to tug and pull as I did my best to drive him out of his mind. “Holy shit, Mitchell. Fuck.Fuck!”

I would have smiled if my mouth weren’t full, so I kept on working. His knees began to shake, making me feel delirious, and when he pulled out of my throat, gripping my jaw open and then plunged back in, taking control, I went limp and let him.

The burning in my ass and the way he took my breath away by shoving deep into my throat ramped up my arousal. He pulled free, slapped my face again, and whispered, “Filthy slut, you want to make Daddy come, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I got out around the saliva and hoarseness from the throat fuck. “Come for me, Daddy.”

The words were both like and unlike what I’d said that awful day years ago. They echoed it, but they didn’t send me hurtling back there. Probably because I could see Luke, his pupils dilated with arousal, his wet mouth where he’d chewed on his lip to hold back his orgasm, and his angry expression—like he was furious at how much he wanted me.

It wasthatthat sent me flying straight into a wall of intense orgasm.

I shot like a fountain all over the concrete, onto Luke’s legs, and over his feet. As I did, my asshole reached a state of fire that left me shouting even as I came down from the high of climax.

Luke’s mouth twisted in that way that let me know he was enjoying my pain and pleasure, but mostly my pain. My body sang with it, and he drank up the song.

“That’s right,” he whispered. “Come for Daddy. You filthy whore.”

“Yes,” I said with a shaking voice. “Yes, I’m your whore.”

“Always my whore. Keep your eyes open; look at Daddy,” he said, taking himself in hand and jerking until he shot onto my face, aiming for my eyes.

The stinging pain of the semen hitting my eyeballs matched that in my ass, and I shouted again, rubbing at them until Daddy caught my hands in his and clutched them to his chest, kneeling in front of me to whisper in my ear, “Daddy’s cocksucker did a good fucking job. Too bad I’m gonna have to punish you for enjoying that.”

And then he did.

He jerked my cock hard and ruthlessly even though I’d just shot off. He gripped me close, so I couldn’t push him away, and he didn’t let me squirm. My eyes burned horribly from his semen. My cock screamed with agony as he worked it. The pain made me clench my ass, and that burning sensation grew unbearable. I was on fire, and I was hurting, and—

“There,” he said, like he knew the moment the memory swamped me. “Feel that. Go with it.”

I struggled and it did no good, the pain in my ass was unbearable.Shoved flat on my belly on the sofa. My father’s weight on my back.“Daddy, stop, please, please,” I gasped. “Daddy, Daddy, it hurts, stop.”

“You know your safe word,” Luke’s voice vibrated through me.

I did know it, but the memory had me, and as much as I hated it, I wanted to see it through. The pain, the rage, the words I’d screamed. “I made you come, Daddy. Your son made you come.”

“Yes,” Luke whispered. “Tell me what you did.”

“I came for you, Daddy, and you came inside me. Me! Your son! Mitchell!”

“Such a sweet boy,” Luke cooed. “So strong and proud. So powerful. You made Daddy come so hard. Powerful, strong boy.”

He dropped my cock, and I shook in his arms, the pain stillburning through my ass. I didn’t know what to make of what I’d said. It was strange because I knew he wasn’t my father, but the words, the praise, and the way he was carefully touching me now, reaching down to pull whatever it was from my asshole, and nuzzling my neck felt so paternal. In the right way.

I wanted more from him, more affection. More, more,more.

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