Page 295 of Sticks and Stones
It was too late.
Before he knew it, his mouth was on Ethan’s erection, and he was blowing him. He was working him so hard the man was begging to cum.
Fuck.
He tasted so good.
Gene couldn’t get past the scent of mate, as it called to that beast in him. It tried to lure him out, a mixture of bodywash, cologne, and natural scent.
In his mind, he prayed he didn’t hurt him.
Too much.
As he forcefully drove Ethan’s dick down his throat, Gene fought tooth-and-nail to stay in control.
And he wasn’t.
He started jerking Ethan off, and when the man came, bucking and shouting, Gene caught the cum in his fist, and did what he knew he couldn’t do.
He lubricated his dick with it.
Abort!
ABORT!
Gene was fighting to not do what he knew was coming, but it was just too much sexiness for him to handle. He was watching a bound Ethan on the bed, and he was spreading his legs for him.
“Take me, Daddy,” he whispered, and that breathy name called to that dark part of Gene.
He said one thing, and he couldn’t keep it in no matter how hard he tried.
“Tala.”
Then, he got into position.
“I’m going to fuck you like you need,” he said. “God, I can’t wait to fuck you so goddamn hard,” he added, and he couldn't believe he was saying it.
It was incomprehensible that he was going to cross that line.
But here he was, Ethan’s cum on his dick, and his intent crystal clear.
“Please,” Ethan whispered, his whole body awash in goosebumps as he was still rock hard, and needed a fucking. “Take my ass!” he hissed, and Gene did.
He fought not to do it, but ultimately, the drugs won.
He.
Slammed.
Home.
But God, did it feel good. Nothing in the world felt as good as driving all of himself into Ethan, and taking his ass like he always craved.
Daddy had his Tala.
All.
Of.
