Page 38 of Camping with the Boss

He presses a kiss on my ass cheek. And then moves to press another on my face. “Ready to test your theory?”

What theory? My confusion must show because he chuckles and then moves behind me. “Three should do it.”

Three? A sharp sting on my ass has me gasping. Fuck. It hurt. But my dick is throbbing. I wait eagerly for the next slap. He hesitates—is he wanting to check in? Waiting for me to use my safeword? I wiggle my ass, earning me another slap on the other side. My ass stings in the best way. And then another slap. I bite my lip to keep from moaning.

His palm cups my ass, and he brushes his thumb over my heated skin. “Good boy. You took your punishment without squirming. You deserve a reward.”

My heart leaps at his praise. Absorbing it like my body absorbed his punishment. Needing it to breathe. He rests his cheek against the hot skin of my ass and then brushes a kiss there. And another. And another. He presses kisses and licks on both sides, and I try hard not to squirm against his mouth. His tongue. His…nose? It slides down my crack until his breath fans over my inner thigh. I feel undone. Wanting. Needing. My legs tremble.

“Sh…” He squeezes my thigh. “Daddy’s got you.” Then, using his thumbs, he pulls my cheeks apart and blows a breath against my hole. I gasp—unable to hold it in.

He chuckles again. “Do you like that, baby? I love kissing my boy. Do you want more?”

Oh God. “Yes, Daddy.” I try to keep the begging and whining out of my voice, but I’m not sure I’m successful. Just resisting the urge to thrust my ass into his face is a win.

“Such a good boy.” He clears his throat, and I brace for…something. “We didn’t talk about this or what you weren’t comfortable with, so remember your safeword, okay?”

“Yes…yes, Daddy.”

Then he’s behind me again, pulling my ass checks apart and exposing my hole. “So perfect. Beautiful. Mine.” The last is said with a growl, and I almost give in and beg for more when his tongue, wet and hot, licks my hole. I whimper at the tingling pleasure, needing more, focused solely on his mouth as he slowly laves my hole as if savoring the taste of me. He kisses me there. It’s intimate and sweet. And it takes my breath away.

“My beautiful boy. You like having my mouth on you? Licking you? Claiming you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“So eager for me. Look at your hole fluttering. Wanting my mouth. My fingers. Anything I want to give you, you’ll take, won’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“What else do you want, my sweet boy?”

“I want your…” I swallow my nerves. “Your cock, please.”

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Soon, baby. I can’t wait to sit you in my lap and fuck your sweet ass hard until you can’t walk.”

My strangled moan escapes my mouth, but I don’t care. I need more. “Daddy, please.”

He pulls me against him and brushes my hair out of my face. “You’re my good boy.” He kisses me intensely and then slows it down with long kisses that leave me breathless. “I need this, baby. I need you.” He moves us around until he’s leaning against the back of the bed and I’m settled in his lap. My heart jumps. Is he going to fuck me? I want it so much, but I'm also a little terrified.

“Daddy?”

He holds my face, locking our eyes and seeing every bit of me. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He kisses my nose and maneuvers me until his dick is poking against my ass. I can feel it pulsing through his shorts. It feels huge.

He rubs his hands up and down my back. “I can’t wait to fill your hole with my cock. Stuff you full. But for now, my fingers will have to do.” He taps my lips. “Open for me, baby.”

Excitement and need thrum through me, pushing my fear to the background. I open my mouth, waiting to be filled.

“Jesus. Look at you.” He places a finger in my mouth, and I wrap my lips around it, licking and sucking. Wanting to make him proud. I should have waited for instructions, but I couldn’t. “Fuck, you’re a needy little boy, aren’t you?”

I nod, still sucking. He adds another finger, and I hold back my moan. He kisses my face and then the side of my mouth, his tongue flicking against my lips and his fingers. And fuck, that’s hot. He withdraws his fingers and kisses me hard. Then, lifting me with one hand, he rubs his wet fingers against my hole.

I wrap my arm around his neck to keep myself steady and bare down on his fingers, forgetting everything but this need to be filled. “Daddy.”

“I’ve got you, baby,” he says, his voice sounding rough. “But we need more than spit. Hold on.” He moves me off him, and I start to pout. But it only lasts a second as he grabs something out of his pocket—a packet of lube, thank God—and then strips off the rest of his clothes. My eyes are glued to his cock. So perfect. Thicker than mine but just as long. He grins and strokes it a few times. And the sexy guttural moan from his lips has me desperate again.

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