Chapter Two #2
Arlo guided Taggart to the sofa and crouched down. Taggart’s eyes blurred with tears, he was never any good at holding back despite his size. Another thing that could annoy folks, so he tried to suck them back in.
Arlo kissed the bump, holding his face, using his thumbs to wipe the tears away. “It’s okay, Daddy’s got you.” When his lips pressed to Taggart’s, licking away a stray tear, his eyes widened at the reality Arlo wasn’t cross with him.
“I’m sorry,” he hiccup-sobbed, working to get himself under control.
The huge rhino held his gaze, giving him a gentle smile. “Accidents happen. And you hurt yourself more than Daddy. My head is far too hard for that.” He chuckled and ran his fingers over the bump, stroking it, before moving to kiss it better once more. “There, does that feel good?”
More careful this time, seeing as they were still close, he answered, “Yes.” He fluttered his eyelashes and gave Arlo a pleading look. “But a sucky would make it all better.”
“Is that so?”
“It is Daddy,” he replied shyly.
Arlo towered over him and glanced around the room.
Taggart could see the rhino missed nothing.
When his gaze returned to Taggart, he lost his breath when those meaty fingers started peeling off the wet clothes to reveal a massive, tattooed covered chest. The marked skin was gorgeous, and Taggart itched to trace his fingers over the ink and muscles it covered.
Taggart was hyperventilating by the time Arlo was naked in front of him in all his glory.
Although his imagination was very vivid, the huge veiny cock that curved towards Bash’s taught belly that came with a huge pair of balls that, despite their size, nestled nicely between sturdy thighs, was the most glorious thing.
His mouth tingled in anticipation of what it would feel like filling it.
Everything about Arlo was big, and being naked just seemed to make him appear larger. Taggart really wanted to see his rhino—like badly, it made his cock throb.
“You like what you see?” Arlo rumbled, his hand went to the massive shaft and stroked it until pre-cum glistened in the slit.
“I do. Can I taste…” he shifted his gaze, once more begging, “bite it? Leave my mark there so that when I suck it, I can feel it?”
Arlo’s eyes glittered dangerously as he stepped towards the couch, the cock right in Taggart’s face. He licked at his lips, but he never moved because he was a good boy and would wait until it was offered.
“Let me sit, then you can place your head on my lap and it won’t strain your neck.”
Taggart quickly moved to make room, then once Arlo was seated, he encouraged him onto his side, so he could rest his head fully on Arlo’s lap, facing his belly.
Arlo pushed his cock down towards Taggart’s lips, which he parted eagerly.
The thighs beneath him were like lying on a rock, but Taggart didn’t complain when he inhaled the rich musk of his mate.
The slick tip traced his lips, and that was all the invitation Taggart needed.
He opened wide, the cock slid over his tongue making it light up at the velvety skin rubbing against his tastebuds.
His mouth was alive, salivating at the flavor that was all male.
He groaned anew as the head hit the back of his throat, stretching him until he could open his throat.
“That’s it. You’re such a good boy.” Arlo stroked his cheek, pressing it down against the cock inside, rubbing. “Go on, you can suck it.”
He didn’t need telling twice, his lips clasped tight around the rigid flesh, and he ran his tongue along the underside of the cock.
Arlo’s rumbles of approval gave him a warm feeling as the thighs tensed under him.
The shaft was so big, Taggart dribbled out the side of his mouth, his eyelids fluttered closed.
He was in heaven slurping and sucking as he reached to wrap a hand around the ball sac and roll them like a squishy.
The only sounds were the rumbles of approval and the slurpy and contented whines, whimpers and moans Taggart released. He could do this all night. Just lie here keeping the cock warm in his mouth.
After a while, he felt the tension build in the tense muscles under his cheek and the heavy throb in the flesh he was sucking.
He eased his head back until it was nearly hanging off Arlo’s knees.
Instinctively, his teeth sharpened, and without thought, he bit just under the head.
Cum and blood filled his mouth and his noises grew louder, while Arlo’s whole body strained, a moan ripped from his throat as Taggart’s heavy-lidded gaze held Arlo’s and there was what he’d always wanted—a genuine connection to another person.
As the thought registered, his own cock spurted and soaked his pants, scenting the air.
“Fuck, you smell so good, darlin’ — like a fresh mud wallow where I want to dive in and rub it all over my hide.”
Taggart shuddered through his release, slurping and licking for all he was worth when the cock in his mouth never deflated. Boy, he was so damn lucky!