Page 14 of Baron's Boo-Boo
His big hands land on my hips, holding me in place while I savor the feel of our mouths connecting. It’s sweet at first. Just closed-mouth kisses. Little happy pecks of our lips together. His beard tickles my bare skin, but his lips are a lot softer than I expected. I figured a big Daddy Bear like him would have chapped lips to match his rugged exterior, but no. They’re warm and smooth and yielding.
Before I can overthink it, I tease the seam of his lips with my tongue, begging entrance into his mouth. He lets me in…then my brain just stops working altogether.
I’ve kissed men before, but this feels so much better than any of my previous experiences. Maybe it’s because I’m not pretending to be Big. Maybe it’s because I’ve had such an emotional roller coaster of a day. Maybe it’s because Vince just admitted that this dynamic is new to him, too, so it feels more equal to me. Maybe it’s also our natural chemistry at work.
No matter what it is, excitement and arousal thrum through my veins. My head feels super light and floaty with happiness, and I just want to drown in this man. In this Daddy.
My Daddy. Nobody else’s.
I pull back to breathe, my chest heaving rapidly as I ask, “We’re not going to play with anyone else, right? You’re going to be all mine, and I’ll be all yours?”
His eyes seem even darker after our make-out session. “You want to be exclusive, Baby Bear?”
I wonder if it’s too much too fast, but I know enough about this lifestyle to understand that honesty and open communication are the most important parts of it. So, straightening my shoulders, I nod. “Yes, Daddy. I don’t want you to be with anyone else, and I don’t want to be with anyone else, either.”
Yeah, I might be rushing us, but things tend to move fast in kinky relationships. Just because I’ve never had one doesn’t mean I haven’t done my research. And Ireallydon’t want to share my Daddy. If he doesn’t like it, then maybe he’s not the right man for me after all.
Thankfully, that fear is unfounded. Daddy’s answering grin lights up his whole face, and he reaches up a hand to cup my jaw as he replies, “That’s what I want, too, sweetheart.”
No more needs to be said. We’re kissing again within seconds, with our tongues tangling and his fingers buried in the hair at the back of my head. Without even realizing it, I’m rubbing my erection against his, grinding down, whimpering at the brand-new sensation of feeling another hard penis touching mine, even through layers of fabric.
It feelssomuch better than rubbing off on a stuffie!
“D-daddy,” I whine into his mouth, and he groans back.
“I love it when you call me that.”
He’s said it before, but hearing the reassurance while we’re so intimately connected makes my heart stutter. Pleasure overwhelms my senses. This is all so new and so good and…oh!
Ohhhhh!
Before I can process what’s happening, my balls draw up tight and my orgasm explodes out of me without warning. I come, and I come,and I come, writhing and whining as I make a mess inside my underwear.
Daddy holds me through it, slowing our kisses as my soul returns to my body and the fog of the best, most intense orgasm I’ve ever had begins to clear from my brain. Then I finally pull back and look down at the obvious wet patch on the front of my pants, now transferring to his.
Embarrassment kicks in. “Uh-oh.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Daddy’s voice is tight and gruff. “Such a good boy, coming for Daddy like that.”
“But I made a mess. And you didn’t come.”
He shakes his head, holding my face in his big, warm palms, bending forward to kiss the tip of my nose. “I don’t have to come,” he says. “And don’t worry about making a mess, baby. Daddy’s here to clean you up.”
My penis twitches, excited by the possibilities those words inspire. “Can I make you come, Daddy? I’ve never done that for anyone before.” I bat my lashes. “Please?”
Tilting his head back, he makes another one of those sexy, strangled sounds. “You’re going to be the death of me. How could I say no when you ask so sweetly?”
A devious smirk tugs at my lips, and I wonder if this is what it’s like to feel naughty. “You don’t say no to me, Daddy,” I answer playfully, already scooting off his lap to kneel on the mattress beside him, wiggling from side to side excitedly. “Pants off, please.”
He laughs a deep, throaty laugh, and stands up to do as I’ve asked, then he gets back onto the bed. He lays down with his head on my pillow, spreading his legs invitingly, placing one on either side of my body.
My mouth waters and my heart skitters wildly as I look at him. It’s the first penis I’ve seen in real life that isn’t my own. I’m surprised to realize that it’s shorter than mine by a couple of inches, but thicker. Much thicker. And he’s a lot hairier than I am, too. His legs are covered in a layer of thick, dark hairs, and the bush around his penis is much more generous than mine. He’s wearing his shirt, so I can’t see his belly, but it looks like there’s a trail of dark hair leading up over the exposed curve of flesh above his bobbing erection, too.
“Can I touch it, Daddy?” I ask quietly, suddenly nervous. I don’t want to be so bad at sex that he changes his mind about being with me.
Daddy’s Adam’s apple bobs before he nods. “Whatever you want to do, Bear. Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable wi—fuck!”
I want to giggle, but my mouth is full of him, my lips stretched over the round, purpled head as I taste precum for the first time. It’s a little salty and slightly bitter, but not gross. In fact, I think I like it. A lot. Wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft, I slowly lick around the parts of him I can reach with my mouth right now. I’ve read advice on how to do this, so I’m careful not to try and take the whole length at once.
