Page 14 of Pretty in Pink

That, and his request of, “I need you inside me, Daddy.”

I pulled my hand away to shut off the faucet. I couldn’t fully meet his needs, fully touch him the way he desired, in the tub. I stood up and snatched a towel from the rack on the wall. I turned back to help Keegan to his feet, but found him already standing and waiting, the bottom half of his body glowing pink from the warm water.

I took his hand to balance him as he stepped onto the bathmat. I hurriedly dabbed him (mostly) dry before tossing the towel to the floor and scooping him into my arms. My legs were longer and I could walk faster, so I carried him bridal-style to my bedroom.

I rested him on my mattress and suddenly my clothes were too tight, too heavy, too hot. I ripped off layers, and my hands weren’t the only ones clawing at the cotton. As I dropped my shirt to the floor, Keegan unbuttoned my jeans. He pushed the denim, along with my boxers, over the swell of my ass. I kicked them off, baring myself to him completely.

It was his firstfullview of my body. I’d never thought of myself as a great prize, but Keegan gazed at me like I was the hottest man on the planet, which only made me harder for him, until I throbbed with need.

“Daddy, you’re so sexy,” he said as his hand crept down his body and gave his own hard dick a squeeze. While the sight was hot as hell, it elicited an unexpected response.

I was on the bed in a flash, straddling his legs. I grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them over his head. “You don’t touch,” I grunted through my teeth. I wasn’t angry; I was so turned on by the control, I couldn’t stop the growl in my voice. “That’s only for Daddy.”

“I’m sorry.” He rounded his eyes as if they were full of regret, but they also held a glimmer of mischief. “Are you going to spank me again?”

I thought about it for a moment, but I thought his poor little cheeks had been through enough for the day, and I didn’t want to risk hurting him. “No,” I replied, and a streak of disappointment flashed across his face before I added, “I’ve got other plans for that cute little ass of yours.”

I let go of his wrists and backed off of his legs. I cupped my hands beneath his knees and pushed them towards his chest. My voice was commanding but caring when I told him, “Hold them there.”

Keegan quickly did as I asked, hugging his legs against his stomach, spreading himself open to my inspection. The redness from the bath water had faded from his milky skin, making the remaining marks my handprints had left behind stand out beautifully. But perhaps the most beautiful thing of all was the perfect pink pucker on full display.

I leaned down and flicked my tongue across it, making Keegan gasp. I was sure it was from surprise, but I wanted to hear him make the sound again from pleasure. So I flattened my tongue against his skin and lapped him like an ice cream cone.

I licked every wrinkle and dip, his sweet musk dancing on my tongue. He was more delicious than the best meal I’d ever eaten, and I ate him like I was starving. His gasp came again, and then turned into a long moan, this time undoubtedly from pleasure.

I licked, nibbled, and sucked at his hole until he quaked beneath me. When I wiggled the tip of my tongue inside him, Keegan bucked, sinking my appendage deeper within.

“Daddy, please,” he begged, baring down and trying to gobble up more of my tongue, “That feels amazing, but I need more. I need your cock inside me.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I pulled my tongue free and propped up onto my knees. Thankfully, my arms were long enough to reach my nightstand drawer, from which I retrieved a condom and a small bottle of lube. Keegan moaned again as he watched me rip the foil open with my teeth, and then roll the latex down my length.

As much as I wanted to dive right into his perfect body, my tongue wasn’t much of a warm up for my thick cock. I needed to stretch him, so I poured a blob of lube onto my fingers. But when I touched them against his opening, Keegan shook his head no.

“I don’t want you to prep me,” he insisted, and I nearly blew my load at the sexy determination in his voice.

Still, I didn’t want to hurt him, so I requested, “Tell me your safe word,” to remind him that he could use it if he needed to.

“Pickle.”

“Good boy.” His body shivered in response.

I slicked the liquid down my length and pressed my tip to his hole. I told him to take a deep breath, and when he did, I gently pressed forward. Keegan’s tight circle stretched to its limit around my crown.

“Keep…breathing and…push out,” I instructed, keeping my words and focus measured so I wouldn’t move too quickly. My eyes went cross when my tip popped through his muscled ring, and I bit my cheek until I tasted blood as I slowly sank every inch inside him. Keegan’s vice-like grip tempted me to thrust and fuck, but I stayed still as he adjusted to my size.

Sweat beaded across my brow as I wrestled with every impulse. But I wouldneverhurt my boy or make him uncomfortable. He could use his safe word and I would pull out, snuggle and comfort him, and be just as satisfied.

But he didn’t. After a few deep breaths, Keegan nodded for me to move. I pulled back slowly, and then eased back inside him. I moved easier with each pass, and soon, his body relaxed, and only bliss was painted across his face.

His tight channel hugged me with perfect friction as I fell into a steady rhythm, pulling back and pushing into his perfect body. His eyes rolled back and closed, and his lips whispered my name with each thrust.

But the whispers grew louder until Keegan’s voice filled every corner of the room. His knuckles were white from how tightly he gripped his own legs, opening wider, trying to give more of himself to me.

He begged for more in return, and I obliged; going harder, deeper, faster, pouring every bit of my heart, soul - my very self into him. I lowered my body onto his, sandwiching his dick between us, milking him with each thrust. I whispered that he was such a good boy, and that I was so glad he was mine.

Keegan didn’t answer with words; rather, his loud, desperate cry pierced the air, and his body shook as warm liquid exploded onto our stomachs. The scent drove me wild, and hurtled me towards the edge. I fucked into him at a feverish pace until my balls tightened and my thighs hardened to stone. I called his name through gnashed teeth as I erupted, filling the condom with my seed.

It took a moment for my brain to unscramble and my bearings to come back to me, but I was able to prop myself back up onto my knees. I gently eased out of Keegan, and unwrapped his hands from the death grip they held on his legs. I kissed his drawn, blanched fingers and laid down next to him, pulling his head onto my chest.

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