Page 62 of Penalty Zone

“I can’t hold back. Daddy, can I come?” He’s frantic, and I gaze up the length of his body while sucking his dick and nod. As soon as I give him permission, his orgasm takes over his body and spurts of cum shoot down my throat.

No one has ever come on my command. The high it provides is second only to the taste of his cum. Caleb is made to take my orders and revels in my praise. I don’t believe in soulmates, but I was serious when I told him he’s exactly what I need. He’s opened my life to basic joy and intense satisfaction.

“Mercy me. You sucked my brain out of my dick.” He flops back.

“We aren’t nearly done.” I smack the side of his ass, and he bolts up to a sitting position.

“How do you want me?” There’s no hesitation in his voice. He’s eager for more.

“Hands and knees. Face the headboard.” Swallowing his cum calms my beast, but thinking is challenging. Caleb gets in position and presents his ass to me. Creamy skin covers powerful muscles and his meaty ass. The expanse of his back is a work of art, and my lips kiss each ridge of his spine in appreciation. My tongue’s ready to map out every single dip and curve, testing to see if every part tastes the same or has a unique flavor.

I suck the knot of his spine at the base of his neck and feel the way he’s panting under me. I bite his shoulder and suck to leave a mark. If I could, I’d mark him everywhere, leave no inch of his skin untouched. Tattoo my teeth marks for the world to see.

His head drops between his arms and hovers over the pillow as he rocks back, urging me on.

I work my way back down his body and palm both his cheeks, spreading him wide. “Is my hole ready for me?” I ask and blow on him.

His elbows collapse, and his head plunks on the pillow. “Yes,” he moans more than speaks.

I’ve never had the burning desire to put my mouth on a man’s hole before and I know the lube will mute his taste, but I can’t help myself. I flick my tongue around his rim, deciding whether I like it. Caleb sucks in a sharp breath followed by a whimper, and I’m determined to destroy him for anyone else.

I attack his hole, licking, sucking, and biting. His flavor brings out a ravenous need that has to be sated. I hold him open with one hand and cradle his balls with the other.

Caleb’s sounds become a chant of my name, and I’ve never felt so gratified by giving someone else what they need. Even though my cock bobs furiously, I’m content to eat my fill.

“Please, Leo.” His legs wobble and his balls tighten. He’s about to come again, and I’m desperate to be inside him, to feel him tighten around me when he does.

“Daddy loves the way you beg and the way you taste.” I run my hands up his back and watch goosebumps erupt in their wake. “Roll over for me.”

My sweet man, an agile pro athlete, flips over with no coordination, and my cheeks hurt with a smile splitting my face in two.

He opens his mouth but shakes his head and rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. I suck and nip it. “You like my smile?”

He nods fervently. I’d do anything to make him happy.

“I need to see your face when I enter you, claim you face to face.” I kiss his lips while I slick myself up, then coat his hole. “Tell me if you need a break or want me to stop.”

“Never.” Caleb lifts his hips as an invitation.

I kiss the tip of his half-hard cock and line myself up. My breath shudders as I push my tip in. His heat overwhelms me, and I take a second to savor the significance of this for both of us. Caleb’s green eyes are bottomless pools of need as I press in another inch and realize I’m shaking.

“Doll?” I ask, needing his verbal confirmation.

“Daddy, I’m about to be naughty and force myself on you. I’m so empty without you.”

His words break me, and I thrust, sinking halfway in, and groan at how his inner muscles squeeze me and give way. He begged me for this, but I can’t imagine a life where I didn’t get to experience him raw and open for whatever I want. When he leaves, it will kill me.

Our pace is slow as I drive in farther each time. I hit his prostate, and his eyes roll back as he pleads, “Do it again.”

I will always give him what he needs. Once he’s relaxed, I sneak my hand under him and lift his ass. The next time Ipenetrate him, I’m balls deep and groan so loud, I have to choke off the sound.

“More.” Caleb meets me thrust for thrust, and I pick up speed. Our skin slaps together, and I drive in as if I’m intent on coming out of his throat, but he’s loving it, grabbing me and trying to get leverage to take me deeper.

“Flip over again, but don’t you fucking dare let my cock fall out of your perfect ass,” I growl.

He manages it with my help, and from this angle, I’m in his guts, ramming his insides and rearranging his organs, and he’s cheering me on, thanking me.

The sight of his ass taking all of me is too much to watch. Between his silky, tight channel, his moans, and the view, I’m not going to last.

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