Page 19 of Soothed By Daddy
“Cyrus, we can go slow next time. Fuck me right now,” George demanded before he threaded his fingers as best he could through my short hair and pulled my mouth to his again. He demanded entry, and I wasn’t about to tell him no.
George unapologetically wanting me sent a rush of heat through me. It had been too fucking long since someone had been desperate for what I had to offer. But this friendship with George made me want to give him everything.
As long as we stayed friends, everything would be fine.
Words were too difficult, so I slipped my hands under his ass and yanked him up instead. George wrapped his legs around my waist, his arms around my neck, and ground his cock against mine. My cock, already hard, became steel, and the distinct possibility of me creating a wet spot in my jeans was on the horizon. I didn’t give a shit. George was grinding on me, and that’s all that mattered.
“Baby,” I groaned. “You’re gonna make it hard to go slow.”
You don’t need to go slow,” George panted. “All you need to do is fuck me. That’s it. That’s all I want you to do. I want you to fuck me.” The begging edge of George’s voice hit me hard. My mouth slanted over his in a desperate attempt to pour everything I was feeling inside me into a kiss.
I was horrible when it came to talking about anything involving feelings…shit, I meant friendship, not feelings. My fingers cut into his ass as I made my way across the room and fell onto thesofa—finesse could wait. Today was all about my desperate need for George. Deep thoughts about anything else could wait.
I leaned back a bit, untangling myself from George’s arms and legs, and pulled off my shirt. My chest heaved like the cover of one of my mom’s old romances when I realized I was finally going to get to touch George in the ways I’d refused to allow myself to dream about.
Oh shit, I’d always made sure to pump right before sex in the past, but I didn’t need to be concerned about George potentially being put off by it. When I glanced down, George was staring at my chest, his mouth open, his tongue flicking against his lips in anticipation.
“Cyrus,” George said, mesmerized by the trail of milk rolling across my abs. “You’re leaking.” His voice cracked and his tongue touched his top lip as if he wanted to pull my nipple into his mouth.
“Baby, I don’t think I can do this without leaking.” George made grabby hands at me. When I stepped closer to him, he pulled me on top of him, and I quickly braced myself so I didn’t crush him into the sofa.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll help you.” Without another word, George latched onto my nipple. His tongue flicked against the tight nub and pulled rhythmically, drawing more with each pull into his mouth. The appreciative moans did nothing but stiffen my dick. Well, that and the squirming he was doing against me.
“Baby, I’m gonna hurt you.”
George’s annoyed protests made me chuckle, but my worries were real. I was precariously balanced above him with a real risk of slipping. I forced him to unlatch, but it didn’t stop the flow ofmy milk. Naturally, that continued to drip, and his kittenish licks made my stomach muscles quiver.
I threw myself on the couch and pulled him on top of me. George immediately relatched and established a steady rhythm. I’d never felt this combination of relaxation and desire at the same time. I fiddled with the sides of his overalls until I got the buttons undone. Once all were open, I moved on to the one shoulder clasp I could reach and undid that one. George continued pulling deeply on my nipple while making appreciative noises.
With the newly made opening begging to be explored, I slipped my hands through and grasped his ass. George’s sharp gasp, followed by a deep moan, was all the permission I needed. My fingers flexed and bit into the fleshy globes while his teeth encouraged the last bit of milk on that side to be expressed. Using his tongue, George broke the latch.
“Don’t stop now, baby. You’ve got another side to do.”
George smiled against my skin and rubbed his hard dick against me.
The lure of his dick was a temptation I couldn’t put off anymore. My hand snaked around and felt his bulge. The stretch of fabric against me warred with the need to take care of George first. He hadn’t said so, but the outline of his dick pressing against my hand told me he was feeling all right about the situation.
Thankfully, George took the decision out of my hands when he moved over from one side of my chest to the other. Like before, he prepped my nipple by licking it to make sure that it was a hard nip before fitting his mouth around it and tugging until the milk flowed. It didn’t take much before it released a steadystream of milk. While he suckled, his thrusting hips responded in unison. My hands found their way back to his ass, but this time, I slipped a finger between his crease and gently teased his hole.
My milk was mostly depleted when George broke the seal of his latch and threw his head back. When I caught his gaze, his brown eyes were wild with satisfaction and lust. His lips were slightly puffy with a visible sheen. This man had never looked hotter. With a growl, he pulled my face to him and melded our mouths together. I tasted my milk on my tongue before he drew back and stared me down.
“Stop making me wait.”
Orders received, I stripped off my pants and tossed them aside, but not before opening my wallet and looking for a condom and lube. Oh fuck me, I had no idea where a condom was. I was ayou hostkind of guy.
“Uhhh, baby, I don’t have a condom.”
Oh god, he looked wrecked. Between his dilated pupils, swollen mouth, and hot-mess state of undress, I didn’t know where to look first.
“It doesn’t matter. I trust you.”
“You shouldn’t trust me. I lied about the dog being here.”
“That wasn’t a lie. It was an omission.”
“I’m on PrEP,” I offered.
“Cool. Me too. And I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested.”
