Page 45 of Just A Little Love

When I was sure I would lose my mind, he suckled me. The initial sparks were nothing like the fireworks that exploded inside my veins now. His mouth took turns between my nipples. The pressure and salve drove me wild. My cock was painfullyhard and straining against my sleep pants. Rory slipped one hand down the length of my torso and under the elastic waistband of my pajamas. His slender fingers encircled my thick dick and made an agonizingly slow path up and down its hot length. He swiped over the head with each pass to catch the leaking pre-cum and used it as impromptu lube.

“Daddy, I love your thick cock. I feel so damned full when you’re in me.” Rory interspersed his whispered words with kittenish licks and kisses across my torso. Rory’s talented tongue swirled against my nips, leaving them puffy and hard enough to cut in his wake. “Daddy, do you want my mouth anywhere else?”

“Yeah, I do. We need to get naked first, though.” I whipped Rory’s T-shirt off and shoved down his pajama bottoms and training pants. His pink cock bounced up and hit his flat stomach. It left a trail of sticky pre-cum, and all I wanted to do was lean over and lick it off him. So I did. He helped me get my clothes off. We got tangled in my shirt, but after some wiggled contortions, I was finally clear of the shirt that tried to strangle me. We were both naked and needy.

Rory’s coy words elicited a growl that I didn’t know I had in me. “Bunny, kiss your daddy properly.”

Rory scrambled up and straddled my lap. Our dicks rubbed together in the most delicious torture. I glanced down to see him holding both of our cocks in his hands. Mine was thick and anchored in a nest of black hair. My balls were heavy and tight and aching. My dick was an angry purple, straining with the need for release. Rory’s cock was a deep pink color. It was long, slender, and in perfect proportion to the rest of his body. Roryhad very little hair anywhere, and that extended to his pubic hair.

He needed both hands to hold us. My internal caveman beat his chest, and fucking crowed at the thought. Bunny still hadn’t kissed me. Instead, he sat across my lap with what I could only describe as a shit-eating grin and jacked us both. “Daddy, where do you want your kiss?” He leaned down and kissed my chest. I growled. He chuckled.

“Boy, you’re playing with fire.” Rory’s grin told me he had exactly zero fear of my hollow threats.

“Is it here, Daddy?” This time, Rory kissed the pulsating spot at the base of my neck. That was a clear sign my heart was about to beat straight out of my chest. My heavy breathing would fool anyone into thinking that I was in the middle of a run rather than on the receiving end of mostly innocent kisses from my boy. I moaned.

“Let me try here.” Rory moved down my torso and found the edges of my hip bones. He traced a path between them with his tongue. A full-body shudder racked through me, and my fists clenched the sheets while I tried to maintain control over my breathing. It was a lost battle, as it reduced me to panting huffs of air that didn’t actually fill my lungs.

“One more spot, Daddy. I think it’s gonna be the right one.” Rory’s tongue licked a stripe from the base of my cock, straight to the spongy head. At my incoherent shout, Rory enveloped the tip into his wet heat. With expertise that made my eyes roll backin my head, Rory pleasured the secret spot beneath the head of my cock. I babbled incoherent words while I struggled to keep my hands from gripping Rory’s head and fucking his mouth hard. Despite my hips bucking slightly, I willed myself to remain as still as possible.

Rory stopped his torment of me to switch to torture when he swallowed my cock down his throat to the root. My guttural noises made little sense, and it didn’t matter because we were both too far gone to understand, anyway. Rory sucked and licked and bobbed on my dick. My back bowed at the powerful pull of my cock being swallowed down Rory’s throat. I felt sparks flicker through my entire body. “Fuuuuuuuck, baby. Your mouth is a goddamn gift.”

My hips moved upward again, and Rory kept his pace as steady as before. It was difficult not to push harder when the sound of him choking reached my ears. I tried to pull away as a precaution, but Rory growled and held me still. After a few more thrusts, Rory stopped and sucked each of my balls into his mouth. His tongue laved over them, giving each his full attention. He nudged my legs farther apart so he could nuzzle and lick at my taint. My cock was rock hard and weeping, but Rory had to fall apart before I could take my pleasure.

“Baby, c’mere.” Rory looked up, and I dragged his body, so I could reach his sweet mouth. I slammed our lips together in a filthy, desperate kiss that had both of us moaning in need. I pushed him off me with a growl. “Baby, get your ass in the air and show me your hole.” With his head down and his ass up, he was pretty as a picture. His puckered and pink rosebud was laidout like a feast in front of me. I couldn’t resist taking a nibble from one cheek and then the other.

His whimper told me he was fine with our change of positions, so I concentrated on moving my tongue from one end of his crack to the other. After a few passes, I zeroed in on his tight hole. I used my tongue to fuck his ass until his muscles yielded. He mewled and grasped the sheets while he pushed his ass against my mouth. To keep him still, my hands migrated to his hips while I stabbed my tongue into his hole in a rhythm that had his dick leaking over the sheets.

“Daddy, Daddy, oh God, please fuck me.” All Rory could do was chant my name and beg me to help him cum. It was the sweetest sound. I continued my assault on his ass until even words were impossible. He only wailed while pushing back against me. When my tongue had loosened him enough, I eased a finger into him and used his leaking pre-cum as lube. After a few thrusts, he needed more pressure, but also real lube. With a kiss and nibble on his lips, I lunged for the nightstand to grab the supplies from the top drawer.

Rory kept his thrusts up and put his hand on his dick. “Daddy, please fuck me. Fuck, I need you. I want to feel you inside me.” My hands shook a little when I drizzled lube on my dick and fingers. I eased one finger back into him before adding another, “Daddy, I like the burn. Please, fuck me.”

“Shhh, baby. I got you.” I eased a third finger into him, and he rocked back on my hand. When he was loose enough- “Fuck, baby, let me get the condom.”

“Daaaaady, oh God, Daddy. Do we need it?” Rory huffed out his words in short, uneven breaths because his lungs weren’t working either. He looked back at me with wild eyes and freckles that stood out on his rosy-hued skin. Rory was on the edge of being thoroughly debauched, and the slightest of nudges would send him over entirely.

“Bunny, we are gonna get tested, and I’m gonna fuck you bare.” The words were hard to say since my brain had lost all function at the very idea that I could feel Rory with no barriers between us. With zero finesse, a lot of fumbled grabs, and a few curse words under my breath, I grabbed a condom out of the still-open drawer. I rolled it onto my cock that throbbed and ached with the need to bury myself inside Rory’s tight channel. With lubed, shaky fingers, I wasn’t the coolest I’d ever been. Lucky for me, Rory was too far gone to care.

Rory was reduced to incoherent grunts and groans, but his needy eyes begged me for release. His head rolled against his forearms, and Rory rocked back on his knees, ass in the air. My boy was sexy as hell with an arched back and spread legs. My fingers traced over the knobs of his vertebrae. The urge to rail him hard was strong, but I desperately needed to see his face when he came.

Rory had to know who was making his body shudder and shake.

I threw myself on my back and then positioned Rory on top so he could straddle me. His pretty pink cock was leaking like a sieve. I swiped one finger across the top, so I could grab a taste of him, and he shuddered at the touch. The sticky, bitter goodness left a trail that fell across my stomach. When I couldn’t stand itanymore, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down for a searing kiss. Our mouths met in a messy and filthy dance.

“Baby, you don’t come until I let you.”

Rory’s alabaster skin glowed with the sheen of sweat, and his curls hung in ringlets. A wave of possessiveness coursed through me. No one would ever see my baby fall apart like this. This show was for my eyes only. I wanted to be the daddy to stitch Rory back together after he fell to pieces. Tonight, I’d fuck Bunny until he forgot every other man who was before me.

I gripped Rory on both sides of his hips a little tighter than necessary, but he loved it a little rough. Finger-shaped bruises were the exact thing to remind him I was his as much as he was mine while I was gone.

Chapter 26

Rory

Daddy’s hands on me was pure heaven, but I’d rather get his dick in me. Now that I was on top of him, I felt in complete control, which, of course, wasn't true. But, in the here and now, I felt indulged like a spoiled house cat. Daddy’s fingertip bit into my hipbones, and the resulting sharp pain sent waves of pleasure coursing through my veins.

“Baby, get on my cock.” Daddy’s words sounded more like a plea and made my insides melted to realize I had such an effect on this sexy man. I rose onto my knees and directed his cock to my tight channel. I tried to breathe through the stretch as I sat downon him. The slow descent was the best kind of torture. Even with prep, my body tensed at the slow invasion. I bore down and moved inch by inch until I was fully seated with my ass on his lap and his cock buried inside me. Daddy remained completely still until I got my bearings and was ready to move again.

With a few tentative motions, I found a rhythm that allowed Daddy to nail my prostate at each thrust. His hips pistoned up as I pushed down. There was no talk between us, groans and grunts punctuated the air as we hurtled through space to find our release. The red spots forming on my hipbones would turn to bruises, and the very thought made me purr. I’d get the marks I loved so much when I left this bed. Daddy’s claim would be left on my body to remind me who owned my soul.

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