Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
“It does to me too,” he whispered, “Because I get to share it with you.”
I bent down to press my forehead against his, and looked deep into his eyes. “I'm going to take care of you and make you feel so good. If you need me to stop at any point, just say the word.”
“Pickles?”
I meant that he only needed to tell me to pause and I would, but if using his safe word made him more comfortable, it was a great idea. I nodded and promised, “If I hear that word, I'll stop everything and check on you.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I loved that he used the name even when he wasn't in little mode. It felt natural because no matter what, I was always protective of him.
I pressed my lips to his, kissing him gently at first; nibbling on his lips and stroking my thumb against his cheek. But when Henley let out a quiet whimper, I couldn't hold back any longer.
I parted his lips with mine and slid my tongue between his teeth. I licked against him, tasting his lust and swallowing his moans. My hands glided down his neck, chest, and stomach before dipping beneath the hem of his sweater.
I tickled his smooth skin before pushing the fabric up his torso. He instinctively raised his arms above his head and I removed his shirt, breaking our kiss momentarily before descending on his lips again and sliding my hands onto the top of his jeans.
I made quick work of his button and zipper, and then pushed his pants, along with his briefs, down around his ankles. I knelt on the floor before him and removed his shoes before working the fabric off over his feet.
He was finally bare to me, and so damn beautiful. His pale, silky skin was smooth over his thin frame. His cock stood at full attention and bounced gently with his heartbeat. His delicate pink tip shone with a bead of liquid.
I rose to my feet and toed out of my shoes before quickly stripping my clothes, which suddenly felt too tight. I needed to be free to press my body against Henley, which is exactly what I did.
I wrapped my arms around him and traced my hands up and down his back. His heart beat wildly against my chest, and his firm cock pressed into my thigh. The curves of our bodies aligned perfectly, as if they had been made for one another.
I took a step back to admire Henley once more, and my sweet boy moved to do a little exploration of his own. His hands pressed against my pecs, and he watched intently as they grazed across my stomach. He studied the way his light skin looked as it crossed over my tan complexion. His eyes followed his hands until they landed on my cock.
Henley gripped my shaft with both palms, one stacked on top of the other, covering every inch. He pulled my flesh in a slow stroke, drawing a moan from my lips. He pumped my cock from root to tip, until a clear drop off liquid bubbled from my slit.
My knees nearly buckled when Henley pressed his thumb into the liquid and spread it across my sensitive head. He rubbed in circles and I couldn't take it anymore. It was the sweetest torture; an incredible feeling but not enough. I needed his body; to be against it, on top of it, inside it.
I wrapped my hands around Henley’s wrists to stop their movement, and led him to the bed. I patted the mattress and he climbed on, laying down with his head on his pillow. His wide eyes watched me as I opened his nightstand drawer and shifted its contents around until I found what I was after; a half empty bottle of lube.
Before I climbed onto the bed as well, I grabbed a wrapped condom from the pocket of my jeans on the floor. I quickly ripped open the package and rolled the latex onto my shaft. I then settled in between Henley's legs, which he eagerly spread to accommodate me. When he did, I got a full view of his pretty pink hole, just waiting for my touch.
I wasted no time in popping the cap of the bottle and coating my fingers with the slick liquid. I pressed my index finger against Henley’s knot and reminded him, “I'll be slow and careful. I don't ever want to hurt you, but if you need me to stop, just tell me.” He nodded his understanding and I added, “Take a deep breath.”
He did as I instructed, and held it in his lungs as I slid my wet fingertip through his tight ring of muscle. The air slowly escaped his lips as I sank my finger in past my second knuckle. “How does that feel?”