Page 49 of Collision of Winters
I wanted him so out of breath that the air got stuck in his throat.
Liquid hot pleasure surged through me, and I yanked him back against me. “Fuck yourself on my cock, little one.”
He let out a pained wailing sound, his head falling back on my shoulder.
“On-only,” he cried. “Only Daddy c-can rape me like this.”
I cursed through a loud groan, and I was suddenly swept away by fantasies of future days together. How I’d wake him up with my cock, how I’d choke him out, how I’d make him beg for his next breath.
“Only Daddy,” I growled against his neck.
He sniffled and hiccupped around a sob, and I shifted one hand to his front. I dug into his briefs and found him hard as a rock and leaking pre-come.
“You dirty little fuck,” I whispered, out of breath. “Tell me who I am, blue.”
“Daddy,” he choked. “Daddy. I need you to be my Daddy, Wade. Please, please, p-please.”
It was my turn to feel goose bumps all fucking over. “That’s right. I’m Daddy.” I sank my teeth into his neck, and I squeezed him wherever I could. His hip, his cock, his sides. I couldn’t stop touching him, marking him, dragging my nails all over him. I pinched his skin, testing his sensitive spots, I kneaded his flesh, and I couldn’t get close enough.
We met in a messy, wild kiss, and he both cried and moaned as I stroked him.
Quick movements, matching the pace he fucked himself on me.
“I’m gonna give you so many bruises, little one.”
He whimpered and did his best to cling to me, despite the awkward position of his back being to my front. His fingers in my hair—he got a solid grip there, and it stung like a bitch.
“You’ll bleed for Daddy, won’t you?”
He nodded jerkily and choked on a breath. “C-close.”
So that did it.
He was my fucking dream come true, and I hadn’t seen it. He’d been there all along.
Panting and unable to withhold my groans, I nudged him forward one last time, and he took over, stroking his cock quickly, evidently not giving a fuck that the side of his head landed in mud.
“Owww!” he sobbed.
Harder, faster, harder, faster. The buildup turned me into a madman on a high, and I didn’t wanna come down. I struck his bottom as hard as I could, and the water from melted snow provided the best smacking sound.
When he came, he was a perfect, blubbering mess. Through choked cries, breathless moans, and a desperate scream, he was off.
My mouth watered. Next time he got off, I wanted to see it properly, taste it, and smear it all over his beautiful face.
My Kayden.
I surrendered to my own climax a few beats later, and it was instant silence in my mind. The pleasure took over completely, consuming every fiber of my body. I had a single thought going on repeat, prolonging my bliss, and it was the fact that I was coming in Kayden’s ass.
All lines, crossed.
Little by little, Kayden’s sounds snuck up on me, and each sniffle gave the Sadist in me a shove back into his box. A whole other side of me was about to take the reins, and I hoped Kayden didn’t find that part suffocating.
I withdrew from him carefully and made quick work of tucking myself back into my pants and zipping up. Then I gently hauled Kayden toward me, and I helped him with his clothes.
I kissed his neck. “Time to get warm.”
He whimpered and nodded and wiped at his cheeks, one of which was streaked with mud. “I’ll stop crying soon.”
