Chapter 16 #2
Kit gazed at him eagerly. His cock wanted attention and his Daddy was just the man to give it to him.
“I can do that. At least you’re awake this time.”
“I’m sorry for falling asleep during the blowjob.”
“The blowjob?” Red chuckled. “Oh sweetheart, you were out like a light. You never got as far as a blowjob.”
“That can’t be right,” Kit protested, but thinking about it, he remembered lying down and that was it.
“Maybe I can make it up to you now.”
Kit squeaked as Red stripped him of his clothes and picked him up, throwing him onto the bed. “Daddy!”
“Watch me, boy.”
Kit shivered at the growl in his Daddy’s voice. He watched so hard as Red stripped off the T-shirt to reveal his muscled chest, covered with a light smattering of dark hair. Kit’s gaze roamed over his body, and his mouth watered. He wanted to lick him like a lollipop all over.
Then Red pushed down the sweatpants and Kit forgot how to breathe as he regarded the vision in front of him. The lean hips, trimmed pubes, and a long thick cut cock that begged for Kit’s greedy mouth.
“It’s the most perfect dick I’ve ever seen,” he declared.
It was Red’s turn to flush as he looked down at his half-hard cock. “I don’t know about that, but it works just fine.”
“Let me suck it,” Kit begged.
Red kicked the sweats away and walked over to the bed to loom over Kit, who stared up at him in breathless anticipation, his mouth dry.
“Do you think you deserve my cock, boy.”
Kit nodded his head so fast, it made him dizzy. “I deserve it, Daddy.”
No one deserved it as much as Kit did.
“I’ve been such a good boy.”
Red gave him a wry smile. “Don’t push it, boy.”
Kit couldn’t hold back the smirk. He wouldn’t be him if he didn’t push and push. But Red didn’t seem to care.
“On your knees,” Red ordered. “Here.”
He pointed to a spot in front of him. Kit scrambled into position, looked up at Red, begging for his meat treat. Red wrapped a hand around his shaft and traced Kit’s mouth with the tip.
Kit parted his lips, but he didn’t move because he was such a good boy.
He kept his gaze locked on Red as his Daddy fed him his thick long cock.
He groaned around the fat head and he could feel saliva dribbling down his chin.
This wasn’t going to be a neat blowjob. It was going to be messy and sloppy and he was going to love it.
From the intense look on Red’s face, he was going to love it just as much.
And in a second his Daddy would discover…
He saw Red’s eyes widened as he discovered his boy could deepthroat him.
Kit smiled around his Daddy’s cock. Oh yeah, he was a master at deepthroating. Red pushed in further until his trimmed pubes tickled Kit’s lips. Then Red pulled back. Kit whined at his loss, leaning toward Red.
“Stay where you are, boy.”
Kit stayed. He knew his Daddy wouldn’t leave him hanging. Red caressed his hair, pushing it back from his face.
“You’re so beautiful,” Red murmured.
He seemed to be talking to himself, not Kit.
“The ink…I want to lick every inch and trace every line.”
Kit didn’t answer. If Red wanted to lay him out and trace every inch of him with his tongue, Kit had no objection.
He thought back to the guy in the club who’d wanted to lick him.
That had just repulsed Kit, but he craved the idea of Red’s tongue over him, following the lines of his ink.
Just the thought made his dick harden tighter.
“Stop!”
Kit gazed up at Red, startled from his thoughts.
“Your dick is mine, boy.”
Kit looked down and discovered he had his hand wrapped around his cock. He hadn’t even realized.
“Kit.”
Kit heard the warning note and let go hastily, even though all he wanted to do was jack off over his Daddy. “Sorry, Daddy. I was thinking about you tonguing my ink.”
Red ran a thumb along Kit’s cheekbone. “You like that idea?”
“I love that idea. Look, my dick is telling you.”
If his dick was a compass, Red was his north star. It pointed straight toward him.
“I can see that,” Red murmured. “Now where were we?” he asked again.
“Blowjob, Daddy.”
Red gave him a tender smile. “My cock, your mouth. Right.”
He held his shaft and traced Kit’s lips with the tip again. Pre-cum smeared his lips. Kit looked up at Red, begging his Daddy to let his boy taste him.
“Such wide eyes. Is there something you want?”
Kit nodded frantically. Yes, he wanted it so bad.
Red coated his mouth again. “Lick your lips.”
Kit did as he was told, savoring the salty tang.
But he wanted more. He wanted the thick shaft back in his mouth again.
He opened his mouth and looked at Red with pleading eyes.
Red cupped the back of his head with one hand and shoved his dick in.
Kit took it all with a groan of pleasure.
He buried his nose in Red’s pubes and inhaled the salty musky scent of him.
Red tugged lightly on his hair. Kit looked up.
“Suck me off,” he ordered.
Kit obeyed with enthusiasm, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard until Red couldn’t hold back his frantic gasps and cries.
Red stiffened and came with a bellow, his hips moving as he spurted into Kit’s eager, greedy mouth, Kit swallowing around him until they were both still.
“Clean me up,” Red ordered, sounding wiped out, but happy.
Kit licked Red’s half-hard cock, happy like a cat with a bowl of cream.
Red put a hand under Kit’s chin and tilted his head to gaze into his eyes. “Missed a bit,” he murmured, swiping the edge of Kit’s mouth and presenting it to him to lick.
“Good boy.”
Red sighed and smiled at him. “Come now, my sweet boy.”
Kit gasped and did just as he had in so many fantasies. He came hard, spraying his thighs and Red’s legs, without a hand on his dick, just with his Daddy’s order.