Page 31 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

“Benji, please.”

I don’t know what the fuck he’s asking for, but I’ll bust out every move I know if it gets him what he’s wanting. Releasing the hold I’ve got on his cheeks, I pull my cock out of his crack and take it in my hand, stroking slowly. His hole is right in front of me, soft and pink, slicked wet with my pre-cum. I drag my cock against it a few more times, watching him come undone against the bed. He’s writhing and wriggling like mad, and I want moreof that. More of him belonging to me. More of him going fucking feral on me.

I press a hand down on his back.

“Anything I want, right? That’s what you said.”

“Anything,” he moans. “Everything.”

With his permission, I kneel down and lick a stripe from the base of his balls to the peak of his crack. As I travel across his hole, his body stiffens. His crack is slick with leftover saliva, but his entrance doesn’t look as wet, so I know I need to remedy that. I flatten my tongue as I lick him again, wanting to cover as much area as possible. Reaching between his legs, I take his cock in my hand and stroke him from behind.

“Oh my God. Benji-Benji-Benji. You gotta slow down. I can’t—I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last,” he pleads, and reluctantly, I release his dick. I’m not ready for this to end, either. I want it to go on forever.

I press a finger against his entrance, pushing gently. Thankfully, Bennet seems hellbent on the idea, because he rocks back against me, taking my finger into himself by brute force.

Oh my fucking God. He’s so warm inside. He fits around me like a glove, and I kind of get why Tatum’s husband insists on finger-fucking him ninety percent of their waking hours. It’s such a strong connection, being engulfed by the man you love.

Shit.

I guess I do.

I’m in love with him. My Bennet. He’s my everything, and the realization that I can have this new part of him, and I’ll never have to give it away, is like an awakening. I need him to know how much this moment means to me. I don’t want him to ever doubt how much I love him.

“Turn around, baby. On your back. I want to make you come like this, but I want to see you. I need to see it happen so I know it’s real,” I insist. He quickly whirls around, and once he’s on hisback, I wrap a hand around his shaft, awestruck when I realize he feels familiar here, too. It feels like I’m stroking myself. He might have half an inch on me, but the girth is exactly the same. Wanting more, I loosen the grip I’ve got on him, ignoring the needy whines that leave him. He stops whining when he sees what I’m doing. With wide eyes, he watches me press my cock against his and wrap my fingers around both of us. “I want you to come on my cock. Okay?” He’s biting his lip, too nervous to answer, probably. That’s okay. I know Bennet by heart, and I can tell from the look in his eyes, he’s on board. I stroke us slowly, my eyes glued to a drop of pre-cum that’s formed at the tip of Bennet’s dick. I run a finger across the head, collecting the droplet for myself. I’ve never tasted him before, and now, the thought of going another second without knowing Bennet Anderson’s flavor feels impossible.

I lick the droplet from my thumb and am immediately rewarded with what tastes like love, sunshine, and home. It’s sweet with just the hint of tartness, just like Bennet himself. As I stroke us with one hand, I chase his flavor long after it’s gone.

“You’re mine. You’re mine, Bennet, from here on out.” I’m stroking with everything I’ve got, and the slick friction is so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if it woke up Nate. Good. Let him come and find us. Let him see what we’ve got to offer, and then he can offer himself to us in return.

The longer I stroke us, the more feral Bennet becomes. He’s all over the place, gasping and grunting for air as his arms flail at his sides on the mattress.

“Please,” he begs. “Please make me come, Benj. I’m so close.”

“I’ve got you, Bennet. Come for me. Come on my cock. Wanna feel you covering me.”

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Benji, I-I’m gonna . . .” His head falls back and he lets out a moan that could put a porn star to shame. Since there’s no pre-cum left for me to swallow, I bring my saliva-slickthumb between his cheeks and slide into him, making him gasp. He wriggles, trying to get used to the sensation. “You feel so good inside me, baby. Jesus. I didn’t know. We could’ve been doing this for years.”

Pulling my thumb out, I replace it with my index and middle fingers, scissoring him open. I love the way he feels around me, and I’m tempted to tell him no one ever gets to prep him again, because this is my job now. Getting his hole ready for our future daddy is going to be my responsibility.

“I love you,” he says, slamming his ass back and forth against my fingers, taking me so fucking well. “God, Benji, I love you so fucking much.”

“Yeah, baby. I love you too. Come on, now. Come for me. I’ve got you.”

I stroke us faster as he focuses on fucking himself on my fingers. The heads of our cocks are turning a dark shade of red, and I know he’s just as close as I am. I’m going to make him come. I’m the reason for this orgasm, and it sends a possessive surge through me.

“No one ever gets to touch you again. Just me. Just Nate. Say it.”

“I swear. Oh, God, fuck, Benji, I swear. I’m yours. I promise. I promise, I just—Oh . . .” The bed is squeaking so loud we’ll probably get noise complaints from the neighbors tomorrow, but I don’t give a fuck. I want Bennet to scream. Want him to beg and plead and cry loud enough to wake up Dad, because I want him to know what’s happening in this room. The depraved acts his surrogate sons are getting up to just a few feet away.

“Nate’s going to fuck you one day. I swear. I’m going to make it happen. I promise, Bennet.” My finger brushes against his prostate with each thrust, and he’s mumbling words that I can’t understand.

“Nate,” he moans. “Fuck. I want that. I want him to fuck me. Want him to fuck you. He’s our—Baby, he’s our . . .”

“Say it,” I insist, sliding a third finger inside him. “Tell me.”

“Because he’s our Daddy!” he cries, and the moment the word is out, his orgasm hits, jet after jet of white, steamy cum landing on his soft skin. A little lands on my lip. Another shot hits him on the chin. Then it rains down on his torso like a tropical storm. Sliding my fingers out of his ass, I scoop his load into my palm and slather it on our dicks. He’s all over me. Every inch of my shaft is drenched. I tighten my grip, holding onto his softening cock for all I’m worth. I don’t want it to slip out of my hand. I want to hold it every second of every day, from here on out.

“I’m gonna come,” I say, and the smile that splits his sleepy face is enough to push me over the edge.

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