Chapter 35 #2
“You taste so good, baby boy, I can’t wait to lick my cum from this nice little hole.” His words have me crying out, and pleasure races through me like fire as I try to hold back.
“Come for Daddy.” His words send me over the edge, and I gasp, choking on my pleasure as I spray cum across my body as he tongues my ass. Stroking my cock, he milks every last drop from me as I open my dazed eyes and look at him.
I wiggle as he licks up my length before his mouth glides to my abs, licking up my cum. Conan smears his fingers through it and offers it to me. “Taste how hard you came for me, baby.”
I suck his fingers into my mouth, wanting more. His tongue laps at my cock leisurely until I start to harden again. My chest heaves, and desire unlike anything I’ve ever known makes me a whining, begging brat.
I can’t take it anymore. When I push him back, shock widens his eyes as he drops to his feet.
I slide from the table to the floor, my knees hitting it with an audible bang.
Grabbing his thighs, I pull him to me and lick the tip of his cock, tasting his precum.
He’s as hard as steel as I wrap my hand around his base and stroke.
“I want to taste you too,” I murmur, and before he can speak, I guide him into my mouth.
I drag him over my tongue, letting him feel a hint of teeth as I take him all the way to the back of my throat then pull free, laving at his tip and sucking on his head until he groans above me.
Conan reaches down, taking over to control my movements and speeding me up so I’m sucking him sloppily.
The noise is filthy, and I love it as he uses my mouth.
“Little brat, aren’t you? Just you wait,” he warns, and I hum, wiggling in need as I reach for my cock.
“Don’t touch yourself. If you do, I will edge you all night and won’t let you come.
” Reluctantly, I drop my hand to him instead, ignoring my stiff length.
Sliding my hand up his thigh, I stroke his cock as it enters my mouth and then down.
My hand cradles his balls, squeezing to the edge of pain, and I watch his eyes roll back, his hand tightening in my hair and dragging me farther down his length until I gag on it. “Fuck, just like that, baby. Fuck, you’re driving me crazy. That perfect mouth is made to be fucked.”
Moaning, I suck him deeper as my fingers slip from his balls and circle his hole as he groans, his hips flexing to bury himself in my throat as if he wants to make us one. Driven by his reaction, I slip my finger inside him, and he cries out above me.
“Baby, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come down that pretty throat.
” The idea of swallowing him makes me suck harder, and his eyes narrow.
“Not today, beautiful. When I come, it’s going to be in your tight ass.
” Tugging me from his length, he throws me back onto the table.
What dishes remain clatter to the floor, but neither of us care.
“I want to see your eyes the first time I fill you. It’s going to be hard and quick, but then I’m going to spend all night putting you through every position I have imagined you in,” he warns, and the idea has me shivering.
His hands slide up mine, pressing them to the table above me as he moves between my thighs.
“Look at you, so ready to take me, baby boy. You were made to take my cock, weren’t you?”
His filthy words only turn me on more. The soft, flirty man I met is gone, and in his place is a foul-mouthed deviant driven by lust who is determined to wear out every inch of me, and I fucking love it.
“Fuck, lube is upstairs,” he scoffs, glaring at me.
“I wanted to eat first, but some naughty brat couldn’t wait.
” Lifting his hand, he spits on it and slides two fingers into my ass.
I cry out as he presses them against my prostate before adding a third, fucking me with them until I writhe, and then he pulls free.
He spits in his other hand and slides it across his cock, then he presses the thick head to my entrance.
I’m needy and prepared, but as he presses into me, I almost black out.
He’s so big, but he feels so fucking good as he slips through those muscles.
He gives me a few inches, letting me get used to him before pulling out and thrusting back in, forcing me to take all of him as he works deep inside me.
“That’s it, baby boy. Look at how well you’re taking your daddy,” he praises as he finds a hard and fast rhythm, just like he promised.
The table rocks with the movement, and I grip his hands, trying to hold on.
He fucks me like he wants to climb inside me, and I love it.
He releases my hand and trails his fingers down my body, tugging my thigh up to wrap around his hip.
The angle changes, causing him to hit my prostate, and I see stars.
I know I’m talking and making noises, but I don’t know what as he fucks me, hitting that spot every time.
“Good boy, look at you . . . Fuck, I think I’ll take you like this every morning and night. I might even take you in my office while I work. Can you imagine that, baby boy? You on your knees under my desk while I edit.”
Oh god. I can, and I want it. I want it all.
Conan drives me into the table, and I hear a crack, but he doesn’t stop. He fucks me harder until I can’t handle it. My cock leaks all over my abs, swollen and begging to come.
“I can’t take it!” I beg. “Please, please, Daddy. I need to come so badly.” My cock is like iron, pressed against my stomach and leaking everywhere, and as I watch, he bends down and sucks the swollen tip.
“Come for your daddy,” he orders, and his words unlock something inside me.
My orgasm tears through me, making me bellow his name as I squirt into his mouth.
He swallows me down before letting it drip over my chest and abs, but he doesn’t stop.
Conan tears into my ass wildly, his rhythm gone, and I feel him swelling.
“I want to feel you,” I rasp, looking up at him. His face is tight, and his eyes are hard. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
It sets him off. Groaning my name, he buries himself deep inside me and comes, filling me with his hot seed as I whimper, still riding my own high.
It slowly abates, and I slump into the table, my thigh dropping as I curl my hand around his.
Both of us breathe raggedly as I stare at the ceiling, swearing I just saw God.
Eventually, he lifts off me and pulls from my ass.
I hiss, but his eyes are on my hole as his cum drips from me.
Licking his lips, he slides his fingers through my release and shoves them back into my ass, mixing us together.
“I want to watch my cum drip from you, baby,” he murmurs as he steps back. “Fuck, that’s a pretty sight. Wait there.” He hurries away, and by the time he returns, I’m propped up on my elbows. He has a camera in his hand, and before I can speak, he clicks the shutter.
“Conan!” I protest, my cheeks heating at the thought of someone seeing that, but I also can’t deny it sends a shot of lust through me as well.
Smirking, he lays his camera down and reaches for me.
I gasp as he lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist as he carries us into the living room, where he deposits us on the sofa, holding me against him as we relax back.
I’m sweaty and covered in cum, but he doesn’t seem to mind, and neither do I.
I feel him press kisses along my head, and I smile as I snuggle closer.
“You drive me wild, Mack,” he whispers softly. “You’re mine now.”
Lifting my head, I smile at him. “Then you’re mine.”
“I’ve been yours since I met you,” he murmurs, cupping my cheek as he kisses me, enjoying the comfortable silence.
Lying in his strong arms, I play with the hair on his chest. I thought I’d feel guilty and worry about Noah, but the only thing I’m thinking of right now is Conan. I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but I’m going to take each day as it comes.
I can’t give either of them up, and I don’t plan to for as long as they will have me.
They can call me greedy, but I’m sharing these hearts.