Page 55 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
“Good boy.” Briar moved it back and forth.
It was like being spread out even more, and the feeling filled me up and sent my blood rushing.
“Now, don’t be alarmed. Just relax.”
Alarmed? I lifted my head when the in-out motion stopped. I heard a little click. The vibration started deep inside. For a moment, I froze. Then I squeaked loudly, and my vision turned white. All rational thought left me.
The wand was magic. It pulsed against my prostate sweetly. So sweet.
I gasped for air. My hands flew up, waving above me. My feet fell onto the mattress as I thrust my hips up, my cock bobbing wildly.
“Daddy, Daddy.” Tears started flowing from the corners of my eyes. They didn’t sting. They were warm and wonderful.
My eyes closed, then opened wide. My head tossed on the pillow. My balls crawled, then tightened as my cock shot my orgasm in a high arc.
I tried to hold back my screams. They turned into frantic moaning.
The vibrating wand moved, and I shot again.
“Such a good boy.” Briar’s voice seemed faraway.
A hand grabbed my erection, milking up. I couldn’t contain myself and more liquid shot out. I watched as Briar bent and caught some of it on his mouth as he lowered to take the head of my cock between his lips. He licked lightly. Sucked softly. I didn’t need more than that to keep going deeper into my orgasm, and my arms went limp as my balls let go of everything they had.
Finally, I had to beg him to stop, which he did, turning off the wand and slowly pulling it out.
“That, my love, was just the first setting.”
I couldn’t respond. I could only lie there like a drained husk.
After a minute, Briar wiped me down and brought me some cold water. “Drink.”
I gulped at it before I realized it was in a baby bottle. I sucked the fresh liquid inside me through the nipple. It was like I’d gone inside a dream and latched on, never wanting to leave.
“I love the bottle.”
“I thought you might. But you don’t have to use it unless you want to.”
“I want to.”
Briar had promised to spoil me. Well, mission accomplished. Now I would beg for ass-play the rest of my life. One time would not be enough to hold me.
When would I get to experience Briar himself inside me? I didn’t know. But I had that to look forward to. I hoped. Fingers crossed. He wanted me. As he held me in his arms while I recovered, his big cock poked into my side.
I must have dozed off in his arms. When my senses returned, his cock still poked. Kisses were being planted all over my face and head.
I wiggled, trying to sit up. I wanted to face him. I wanted to touch him.
“There you are,” he said, placing a quick kiss on my lips.
“Yes. I went far. That was the biggest orgasm of my life.”
Briar chuckled. “Wonderful.”
“Daddy, I want to play with you, too.”
“Boys come first. Always.”
“I did. A lot.”
