Too Sweet (Boys of Lake Chapel)

4. Kylian

Chapter 4

Kylian

She’s a vision. The star of every erotic fantasy I’ve ever conjured. The center of my world, the holder of my heart, and the keeper of my peace.

Based on the flush on her neck and chest and the pitch of the moans she’s making, she’s also very close to climaxing. Again.

I’m right there with her, as if my pleasure aims to align itself with hers.

The primal need to mark her—to connect in this moment—urges me forward.

However, every inch of skin from her chin to her toes is submerged in sprinkles and inaccessible to me right now, including her hands.

I can tell by the way she’s curled forward that she’s double-fisting the wand as she grinds it against her core.

“Look at you, baby. Working so hard to make yourself come again. Such a good fucking girl, making a mess with all these sprinkles.”

Surprisingly, my words have the opposite effect of what I intended.

Panting, Jo flops back, all the tension snapping out of her body.

“Daddy,” she whines. “I can’t. It’s too much. There’s too many.”

In fairness, she’s working toward her third orgasm. Her hairline has accumulated a sheen of sweat. I can only imagine the way the little sugar particles are sticking to her body. With a shudder, I force myself to focus.

“You can’t?” I challenge, a clear edge to my voice. “You’re giving up, just like that?”

Her brow furrows. “I need—”

I bend low and capture her lips in a kiss, feeding my tongue into her mouth over and over. “Get on your knees and straddle the vibrator.”

I pull back to give her enough room to reposition.

She moves slowly at first, then eventually settles in. A rainbow of sugar shifts around her with each movement. Once she’s got the wand between her legs, I grip her shoulder and press down.

She gasps on contact.

“Wider,” I encourage, gently squeezing her neck as she does what I say.

Her pupils dilate, her focus entirely set on me.

“Good girl,” I murmur, checking to make sure she’s still with me. I squeeze her neck harder, trying to drive her higher. “Grind on it, baby. I want you to have this. I want you to come again, and if you’re a very good girl, Daddy will come, too.”

Her whimper tells me I’ve hit my mark.

“Harder, Jo. I’m getting close.”

That’s an understatement. I’ve been painfully close to coming this whole time. But if my girl needs a bit of motivation, I’m more than capable of obliging.

Her breathing turns to pants. One of her hands emerges from the tub, delicate fingers circling my wrist.

“More,” she manages to croak. “Fucking choke me, Daddy.”

A feral growl rips out of my chest. I squeeze her throat harder. Jerk my cock faster. And watch with reverent admiration as her face reddens, her eyes flutter closed, and she topples over the edge one more time.

She screams, then curses. A single tear escapes the corner of her eye.

I release my grip on her throat as she peaks, but I keep my hand resting against her skin so she knows I’m right here. When I’m sure she’s through the thick of it, I drag my thumb across her bottom lip.

Her eyelids drift open, her gaze glassy and unfocused as she comes down from that high.

“You did so well, baby. You deserve a reward. Stick out your tongue.”

I bring my cock to her lips, jerking myself until I’m careening over the edge. My entire lower half seizes, the pleasure blooming all the way up my legs and through my length as jets of cum shoot out of my cock and coat her tongue.

“Hold it,” I grunt.

I milk my cock until it’s empty, ensuring every last drop lands in her mouth. It’s a voluminous load, and a bit starts dribbling down her chin. I catch it with one finger and paint it over her lips.

Then, with my other hand, I reach down, pinch a few sprinkles between my fingers, and scatter them all over her cum-coated tongue.

“Now you can swallow.”

She does with a grin and a satisfied groan.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

I bend low and kiss her once more, savoring the combination of salty and sweet still coating her tongue. When I pull back, I cup her cheeks in my hands, covering the rest of her face with kisses. “You’re perfect, baby. So fucking perfect for me.”