Page 36 of Wrecked for the Holidays

My lack of prep hit me hard. The first ring of muscles protested the intrusion. The burn seared through me. My choppy breathing continued until I adjusted. Goddamn, I loved the stuffed feeling Jakob’s cock gave me. Inch by inch, Idropped myself until I was fully seated on him. My channel was tight around him, and the burn quickly faded to pure pleasure.

Jakob’s eyes were clenched tight while he struggled to maintain his control. Unquestionably, he never intended for his chant ofdon’t come, don’t cometo be heard, but it was good advice because I was pretty fucking close to it already. I needed to come nearly as badly as he did. Slowly, and then with more intensity, I raised and lowered myself on his hard dick. I braced myself with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest.

Once a rhythm was established, I threw my head back and let sensation take over. There were no words to speak, but grunts and groans sufficed. Jakob’s long dick was brushing against that magic gland in my ass with each thrust of his hips. Jakob’s gasps accompanied his arched back and hands that grasped for purchase on the sheets.

“Papa, Papa, Papa…I’m gonna…gonna…” Jakob’s pleas faded to nothing as he lost his train of thought.

“I know, love. All you have to do is feel. You fuck me so good, baby. Your dick feels like fucking heaven.”

Jakob’s thrusts became more powerful as he settled in. The pools left on his stomach by my leaking cock painted streaks across his skin. I leaned back for balance and finally took my cock into my own hands. The squelch of lube and precum was the best, most obscene sound I’d heard in maybe forever. Each stroke brought me closer to the edge. Jakob’s movements had lost all finesse, and he’d become a mindless fucking machine as he railed me closer and closer to falling.

When his hips stuttered and a strangled shout echoed around the room, I felt the flood of hot liquid fill my ass. That was enough to trigger my release, and I shot my load across Jakob’s chest. One after the other, white ropes pulsed from my dick as I desperately tried to drag air into my lungs.

My release triggered stars exploding behind my eyelids, and my eyesight dimmed at the edges. My mind lacked the ability to think coherently, but I did recognize that Jakob was thoroughly debauched. His soft grin was pure relaxation and supremely self-satisfied.

When the last pulsing around my cock subsided, I gently eased off Jakob and collapsed on the bed next to him. When I felt his cum leaking out, I had to push back against the overwhelming sense of sadness. I wanted to keep that last bit of him in me. Jakob immediately rolled into my arms and snuggled close. Our ragged breaths were the only sounds in the room.

“Papa?”

“Hmm?”

“It was okay?”

“Okay? No, love,” I hurriedly added, “it was fucking amazing.”

Jakob’s eyes showed his relief. I nudged his legs apart so I could roll on top of him and bracketed his face in my hands.

“I have never felt like that in my entire goddamn life. You gave that to me. You fucked me good, baby.”

Then I kissed him. I poured every emotion, every want, every desire, and every unspoken feeling I had into the kiss. I poured myself into him, and he respondedwith just as much. Words weren’t needed except for the three little ones I had to force myself to swallow.

“Papa, can we do that again?” Jakob asked as I felt his cock stirring against my stomach. Shit, if only I were as young as him.

“Maybe not in the next two minutes. Did you forget I’m an old man? I need some recovery time.”

“So, like five?”

“Love, are you trying to give me a heart attack? I’d never survive another round so soon.”

“Papa, I took a CPR class when I started at the lab. I can totally revive you because they said I did a great job.”

“Hmm, how about we shower and see if I make it?”

“Silly, why wouldn’t you survive the shower?”

“Because you are a killer, love.”

“Well, if I killed you, I’d bring you right back.”

“And that’s why you’re such a good boy.”

Chapter 17

Jakob

Papa wasn’t awake yet but deserved the best breakfast because he was the world’s best Papa. It wasn’t every day a boy got to get rid of that pesky V-card and lose it…give it…didn’t matter because it was a bullshit social construct anyway, but I was glad to be rid of it. I could stop worrying about it. My life list needed an update, but that could wait until later. Breakfast was priority one.

The other day, while mindlessly scrolling through Pinterest during my lunch break, I found a glitter waffle recipe. The waffles had sparkled like tiny jewels and seemed special enough to show Papa how much I appreciated him. Now that we’d done the deed, I had even more reason to be happy with my life plan.

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