Page 83 of Drag You Down
Fascinated, I rub my thumb over the slit and smear the seed. Gabriel groans louder, thrusting into my hand.
I could make him come. It would be in my power to do it.
It feels strange, that I’m thinking of it aspower, but it is a power of a sort.
Giving my Daddy pleasure.
I renew my movements, and I feel it every time his cock twitches. I look up at him, hoping to see him in the throes of passion.
Gabriel’s eyes are on me, full of something unfamiliar.
Not just desire, not something simple and carnal.
It goes beyond that, into something I lack the words to describe.
Before I can determine it, he groans once more, and this time, he spills all over my hand. I watch in fascination as it coats my hand before swirling down into the drain.
His face is rapturous, like he’s seen something holy.
Like we’ve just done something holy together.
“My beautiful boy,” Gabriel says before he kisses me again.
I groan against his lips, pressing my torso against his and ignoring the twinge of pain in my back. My cock drags against his thigh, and I automatically thrust against him for more friction.
As soon as I realize what I’m doing, I force myself to stop, the shame and embarrassment flooding my veins… but at the same time, I know Gabriel isn’t judging me.
He wants all of this as much as I do.
Gabriel breaks our kiss and nuzzles my temple.
“The day I met you, I knew you were special,” he says.
I want to protest that I’m not, but before I can, Gabriel does something unbelievable.
He lowers himself to his knees in front of me. I watch, uncomprehending, as he leans forward and presses his lips to the top of my foot.
“The day I met you, maybe I did see God,” Gabriel whispers.
My mouth is dry, and I lick my lips, trying to gather myself. This feels so right, like it couldn’t possibly be anything but perfect.
I feel free.
I reach down, tentatively running my fingers through his wet hair. “And I met my savior,” I say hoarsely. “I prayed, and you came for me.”
Gabriel kisses my other foot, then begins kissing up my leg. He nuzzles my cock, giving it a teasing lick along the shaft, and I shudder.
“My perfect little lamb,” he says as he kisses the head of my cock.
It’s even more intense this time than the last as he slowly sucks it inside his mouth, and I have to grab for the wall to keep myself steady. I watch him as he takes me deeper and deeper, as he swallows me down to the root and makes me cry out in pleasure.
“Daddy,” I whisper.
I don’t need a Father. I never have.
I’ve always needed aDaddy.
Gabriel places his hands on my hips to keep me in place as he continues to suck me. I watch in fascination, withlust, as my cock disappears into his mouth. When our eyes meet, he winks at me, and that makes laughter bubble out.
