Page 92 of Off-Ice Misconduct
“What was that for?” he mutters.
“Because you’re mine. Now be good for Daddy, princess. I’m gonna use you the way you’re meant to be used. As a plaything.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he says on a sigh as if being my toy’s such a hard life. I smile, and then I drown his crack in lube.
He makes breathy sounds, as I use the finger he claims to be obsessed with to generously spread the lube.
“You have no idea how horny I am,” he says.
I smack his ass again, but this time it’s chastisement. “Toys don’t talk.”
“Not true. Well, maybe not from your era, Daddy.”
Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh.But even I have to admit, it was a good one. “Hmmm, sounds like you want an extra day added. Maybe you don’t want Daddy’s cock in this pretty hole at all?”
“No! Nooooo. I do. Shutting up,” he says. “All good behavior from here on out.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Positioning myself behind him, I pry his cheeks apart. “Look at this tight little ass.” I nudge the head of my cock between his crease and glide my shaft across the lube slip and slide Imade for myself. Taking my time, I slide it across over and over, squeezing his two globes together to create more friction.
He’s not the only one who’s horny. I’ve been craving him. I’ve never craved someone like I crave Ace McKinnon.
“That’s a good boy. Ass nice and high for Daddy.” I inhale slow and long, savoring. He feels so fucking good. I’m tempted to sneak inside for just a taste, but I won’t let myself. I said we’d wait; we’re waiting. Plus, there’s still so much we can do in a week and a half. Better to let the anticipation build.
“When I take you, it’s going to be an owning, princess. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll have trouble seeing the puck.”
“Can’t wait to be full of you, Daddy, but this feels nice, too.”
It does. He’s wet, my cock’s loving the slippery slide and the more I move, the more feral I get. I grip his hips, digging my fingers into the creases like they’re handles. A growl rumbles from the deep recesses of me.
“You’re in so much fucking trouble.” This time it’s for being tempting. If he really knew what tempting me did, he wouldn’t do it. It makes me all the more possessive. It makes it so I’ll never let anyone else near him.
With a snarl, I speed up as if I’m fucking him. My balls tighten, and my orgasm sneaks up on me, hot spurts of cum painting his ass. I wanna be messy with him, stick to him, so I push him up the bed, spooning behind, and wrap my large body around him. I position my still hard cock between his filthy wet cheeks and wrap a hand around his dick. “Do you wanna come?”
“Um, have you met me?” I chuckle next to his ear. “I-I didn’t think I got to, though, until we, y’know, until you fuck me.”
Aw, he’s a bit shy.
“That how you want it, princess?”
“I don’t know, I … Fuck,” he breathes, a little from frustration, a little from what I’m doing to his cock. “I’ve been digging the whole you decide thing.”
There’s that vulnerability again. Does he hear it, too? I’m sure he feels it. But if me deciding things is what he wants, I have zero issues with that.
“Alright. I’ve decided to give you two options.”
He groans. “I’m not gonna like either option, am I?”
I laugh. “Thought you liked me deciding?”
“I do, but I reserve the right to complain. I know it doesn’t make any fucking sense when I put words to it, but that’s just what feels right on the inside.”
I get that in a big way. More than he knows.
“Let’s see. Option number one is simple. I’ll keep doing this until you come.”
“Okay.”
