Page 59 of Bull's Boy

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” Bull said, placing the newly washed plug on the end of the bed next to the lube and stroking himself as he ran his eyes from the tips of Malcolm’s toes up his shapely legs, over his hard dick and the flushed skin of his chest, his tempting parted lips, and all the way to his disheveled hair. Bull gave himself a couple of quick tugs to try and relieve some of the pressure already building inside him, but then he forced his hand away. “Are you ready, gorgeous?”

Malcolm licked his lips. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy. Bend your knees for me and put your feet flat on the bed.”

It was so quiet in his bedroom he could hear Malcolm swallow. He did as he was told, dragging his heels up toward his ass until he could comfortably plant them on the sheets beneath him. Bull stepped right up to the end of the bed, his heavy dick so engorged it stuck straight out from his body, pointing right at the man he wanted more than anything in the world.

“Spread your legs, baby,” Bull said, his voice low and husky.

Malcolm propped himself up on his elbows, watching Bull with such a look of vulnerability on his face it was like a shotof arousal straight into Bull’s balls. He held those beautiful blue eyes as Malcolm slowly slid his feet apart, making space between his thighs for Bull.

“Perfect. Such a good boy.”

Malcolm bit his lip, making a soft sound as a drop of precome slid down his shaft. His boy really did love getting praised.

“Did you touch yourself while I was in the bathroom washing your new plug?” Bull asked, climbing onto the end of the bed and shuffling forward on his knees.

“No, Daddy.”

“And why not?”

“Because you said not to,” Malcolm said, his voice breathless and trembling just a little.

Bull touched his knees and felt that same tremor just under his skin. “Shh. It’s okay,” he said, gliding his fingers up and down the outside of Malcolm’s calves. “You’re being so good for me, just like I knew you would, my beautiful, sweet boy.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Malcolm whispered and licked his lips, gaze fixed on Bull’s dick.

Smirking, he grabbed his boy’s ankles and lifted, pushing back as he went to press his thighs against his slender torso. “Grab your legs. Hold yourself open for me.”

“Oh, fuck,” Malcolm groaned, flopping onto his back and scrambling to latch onto the back of his thighs.

“That’s right. Just like that. Good job, baby.”

Bull moved a little closer, laying his hands on the soft skin just beneath Malcolm’s cheeks, then dragged his palms down and sank his fingers into that soft flesh, pulling him apart and baring him completely to Bull’s eyes.

Malcolm moaned. “Daddy.”

“Look at that gorgeous hole,” Bull said, running his teeth over his bottom lip. “Fuck. It’s gonna look so good stuffed full of Daddy’s cock one day, but first, we’ve got to get it ready.”

Malcolm whimpered and nodded, his eyes squeezed shut and knuckles white.

Leaning down, Bull led with his tongue and gave that perfect hole a kiss.

Malcolm’s whole body jerked like he’d been electrocuted, a harsh gasp bursting out of him and eyes popping back open. He tipped his chin down and stared at Bull, lips flushed and parted.

Bull tightened his hold on his cheeks and fluttered his tongue over his furled entrance. The day he finally got his dick in there, he knew he would lose his fucking mind, but that’s exactly where it belonged—locked inside his boy’s tight, hot ass.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Malcolm chanted, rocking up against Bull’s face.

One of his heels landed on Bull’s shoulder with a thud. Before he could peel himself away from his new favorite meal to ask what Malcolm thought he was doing letting go of his leg, a strong hand landed on the back of his head, pushing him harder between those plush cheeks.

He grinned and licked more firmly at his boy’s tiny, unused hole.

“More, please, more,” Malcolm begged, arching his hips off the bed. “Please, Daddy. So good.”

His boy was so fucking sensitive. He was pretty sure he could make him come just from eating his ass and made a mental note to try one day soon.

He couldn’t deny him when he asked so prettily, so he continued longer than he’d intended, licking and sucking at his hole and all the delicate skin around it. He ran his tongue from Malcolm’s tailbone all the way up to his sack, where he buried his nose and inhaled the scent of his boy deep into his lungs.

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