Page 95 of Just A Little Fling

“Babbo, I need you right now. Like right effing now.”

“Shh, baby, I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

His words felt deeper and more meaningful. I stilled as I let them sink into me. Babbo raised his hands and gently forced me to look directly into his eyes. “I will take care of you. I promise.” Inside of them shone something that felt like love, but I wasn’t ready to try to name it or label it. He pulled me down and dropped a feather-soft kiss on my mouth. “Let me take care of you. I’ll prove it.”

Words weren’t forming, so I nodded instead. Babbo’s hands found their way down to my hips across my rounded tummy to reach my nipples. They were already tight and aching. He played with the tight nubs until my cock slit went from beading to dripping. My hands mimicked his, and I used the edge of my nail to tease him. Babbo’s hand slid behind my head and pulled my mouth down to his chest. “Sweet Boy, suck me.”

I immediately latched onto his chest and drew one of his tight buds into my mouth. His sharp gasp made me smile, but I wasn’t deterred from my task. I latched onto him tightly and sucked while my tongue played along the edges. One of his hands tugged on my hair just to the edge of pain, though never crossing the line. His other hand managed to jack our cocks. It was unsteady and jerky, and my pride swelled, along with my dick, that I could make this man shaky.

Babbo used our leaking precum to lube one finger and then slipped around to tease my hole. He tapped against me in a teasing tempo that left me writhing and gasping against him. Once again, Babbo swiped a pass over our cockheads, mingled the sticky fluid, and returned to my hole. This time, he skipped the teasing and slipped a finger inside me.

He let me get accustomed to the intrusion before he made any movements. When I squirmed back against his hand, Babbo’s knowing laugh echoed around us.

“What’s the matter, sunshine? You need something?”

“Ahhh, I need you, Babbo. I need to feel you inside me. I want…I want…”

“Tell me,” Babbo ordered.

“I want you to claim me.”

I wasn’t entirely sure if the roar that rumbled through the room was me or him or the unexpected storm outside. Babbo’s plunging finger increased in speed and intensity. He mouthed along the column of my neck, leaving kisses and nips in his wake. I whined in protest when Babbo withdrew from me to lean over to fumble around in the side table drawer. His crow of delight when he found the lube had me shutting my mouth.

Lube equaled fucking me, and I was desperate for that.

“Hurry up, Babbo.”

“Sunshine, I don’t want to hurt you. You gotta be patient.”

“But I’m not patient.” I pouted. “Hurry up. Now.”

Babbo’s sharp smack on my ass left me panting in pain and want. “If you want me to fuck you, little boy, you’ll watch your mouth.”

I hadn’t realized it, but he’d managed to get lube on his fingers without me noticing and now thrust sharply inside me. My keening wail ricocheted around the room.

“Oh god, Babbo. I will. I will.”

Babbo moved and scissored his fingers in me until my cock dripped like a faucet onto his stomach. His harsh pants mixed with my desperate gasps, creating a cacophony of desire.

“Please fuck me. I need your cock. I need you to fill me. I need you to claim me.”

Underneath me, Babbo shifted so that he lay prone on the couch with his head resting on some throw pillows. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on his body beneath mine. The scent of sex was heavy in the air, and each passing second raised my desperation another notch.

Once he was situated, Babbo raised me over his cock, lined me up, and slowly guided himself inside. That wasn’t enough for me. I slammed myself down and the sudden stretch and fullness wrenched a scream from my throat. Tears gathered, then fell at the sudden, sharp pain of him impaling me. It was worth every shocking spasm. I fucking loved it.

“Goddammit, baby. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Worth it,” I panted through the pain.

The fullness threatened to split me in half, and all the oxygen left my lungs at the shock of it. Slowly, my body adjusted and the pain ebbed away with only pleasure left behind. My hole spasmed around his buried dick, but whatever pain was left over disappeared when I made my first tentative movements.

Babbo allowed me to situate myself before he took over. He squeezed my hips and thighs, whispering words of encouragement as he directed my movements. Each brush across my prostate led me closer to the precipice of release. We chased each other to the edge. The tension within us coiled, tighter and tighter, until there was nothing left to do but embrace the coming explosion.

When Babbo stroked my cock, I was certain I’d shatter into a million pieces. My ass was on fire, my skin was feverish, and my cock hurt in all the ways I loved. With one last pump, I spilled across his stomach. Rope after rope of white cum pumped out of me as I desperately tried to force my lungs to work.

My release triggered his and he flooded my channel with hot cum. My hole spasmed around him, and he surged into me with one final hard thrust. His guttural groans had me grinding against him as I tried to merge us into one entity. I forced myself to stay upright so that more of his cum would stay inside me. I wanted to be marked and claimed. That need made no sense, given my aversion to commitment, but I didn’t give one single damn.

I propped myself up on his heaving chest while we both gulped air into our lungs. “Do you think I’m pregnant?” Babbo’s strangled laugh made me smile. “I think I might be.”

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