Page 37 of Spoil Me, Daddy
Aaron disentangled his hand from Zaire’s grasp and smoothed it down Zaire’s front using his fingertips, grazing across his silk-covered skin. Aaron trailed over Zaire’s nubs, causing Zaire to buck his hips and gasp as a tingle was felt in his cock. An arm slid under Zaire’s neck, and Aaron pulled Zaire back against him, wrapping an arm across his chest as his other hand continued its journey.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
Zaire rolled his head to the side and met Aaron’s kiss in a fierce, hungry clash of lips and tongues. Zaire’s eyes closed on a moan when Aaron’s hand closed around his dick. Zaire rocked his hips back and forth into Aaron’s hand and against the hard cock pressed against his crack. Needing a breath, Zaire twisted his head away, panting and gripping the sheets beneath him as his hips moved faster. He was so close.
Aaron pulled away, and Zaire whimpered as his rise to orgasm stuttered and dropped. He heard a scrape and a rustle, and Aaron was back. Zaire glanced over his shoulder and saw Aaron rolling on a condom and opening a tube to slick his cock and his fingers. Aaron threw the tube to the side, spooning Zaire once more, his arm sliding back under Zaire’s neck as his lube-free fingers pushed against Zaire’s upper thigh. Zaire moved his leg, opening him up to Aaron’s questing fingers.
The first pass of the slicked fingers over his hole had Zaire’s breath catching in his throat and arching his head backwards.
“I’m going to take care of my boy now,” Aaron groaned into Zaire’s ear as one finger pressed forward.
Zaire hitched his leg higher, giving Aaron more space to pump into his ass. “More, Daddy! I can take more!”
A second finger joined the first, Aaron taking him at his word. Zaire could feel Aaron’s cock resting against his lower back while Aaron prepared him. As a third joined in, Zaire groaned, closing his eyes and felt: every slide of his fingers in his passage, every heated breath against his neck, every area of his body humming with arousal, and the press of Aaron’s much larger cock against his hole. Zaire bore down, arching his ass to get closer, to get Aaron inside him quicker.
Aaron took it slow. Short, continual thrusts once he’d passed the tight ring of muscles had Zaire delirious. His eyes rolled back in his head, and Aaron’s grip tightened against Zaire’s leg as his hips pumped. Sweat coated them. The sound of their bodies coming together was loud in the quiet room, and Zaire loved every minute of it.
His eyes blinked open, gaze snagging on his collar, and his orgasm flared closer. “Wait,” he gasped, and Aaron immediately stopped, though didn’t pull out.
“What’s wrong, sweet boy?” Aaron panted, tension radiating through him.
“My collar.”
Zaire felt a kiss press to his spine and, “Can you grab it?”
He reached forward, hooking it with the tips of his fingers and sliding it forward so he could grasp it. He held it up, and, carefully, Aaron took it from him, wrapping it around his neck and buckling it, all the while keeping their hips pressed together so Zaire could feel every inch of him inside him as his collar was fastened back where it should be.
Once it was done, Aaron held him close, kissing his shoulder. “It’s perfect for you.”
“You’re perfect for me,” he responded, turning his head for a kiss, which soon turned into a frenzy when Aaron’s hips began to move once more.
The collar tugged at Zaire with every movement, with every swallow, and he loved the reminder of who he belonged to, and it increased his arousal. He was right on the precipice when Aaron canted his hips.
“Oh, fuck! Yes, Daddy! Can I come? Please! I’m so close.” He rambled off more words, or maybe incoherent mumblings, he had no idea.
“God, you feel so fucking good. Yes, sweet boy. Come for me.”
Aaron’s hips pistoned inside him as Zaire’s climax strained his body. His release dragged Daddy’s name from his lips, and he felt nothing but pleasure flooding his system. He came back to himself to find Aaron, slowly pumping his hips.
“You with me, Zaire?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. My turn.”
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Chapter 14
Aaron
Aaron rolled them so Zaire was almost on his stomach, and Aaron could brace his hands either side of Zaire’s chest. One of Zaire’s legs was bent, Aaron straddled his other. Once in a suitable position, Aaron withdrew slowly, both groaning, before he slammed his hips forward, Zaire hissing, probably because his sensitive cock brushed against the sheets below him. Aaron thrust repeatedly, watching Zaire watch him over his shoulder. Aaron’s climax drew near, and he threw his head back and pressed his hips tightly against Zaire’s ass as his orgasm rocked through him. He stayed that way for a few seconds until the tension released him, and he dropped his head to Zaire’s shoulder.
“You okay, sweet boy?” Aaron asked.
“Perfect, Daddy.”
“Yes, you are.” Aaron lifted his head and smiled, leaning forward to kiss Zaire’s lips and ending up groaning as his cock pressed further in again. Pulling back, Aaron withdrew and immediately felt bereft. He quickly cleaned them both up and snuggled Zaire back against him on the dry part of the bed with a kiss to the side of his neck, above the collar.
