“Good boy.” His muscles were shot, so I held his head steady for him and pumped my cock in and out of his mouth, letting the tip scrape the back of his throat just enough to make him gag for me. “One day soon, I’m going to put you over my knee and take my time playing with your hole and getting you ready for my cock.”
He cried out.
“You’d like that wouldn't you, baby? Three of Daddy’s thick fingers shoved up your ass while your sticky cock is trapped helplessly between my thighs?”
Silas rocked forward, nearly choking himself on my cock while he slapped one hand against my stomach. He groaned wildly, clawing at my shirt.
Red cheeks were stained with tears of his effort, his eyelids tight as though he was concentrating on the sound of my voice. His forehead glistened with sweat, holding strands of errant hair captive against his skin.
Fuck.
“You look so beautiful, Kitten. So fucking pretty. Daddy’s going to fill your mouth now. Swallow if you can but it’s okay if you don’t, okay, baby?”
Christ.
Flames of desire rolled across my skin as I snapped my hips, eagerly chasing my high. My balls throbbed. The cords in my neck tightened when I threw my head back and groaned.
Pleasure threatened to tear me in two as my cock started to pulse, painting the inside of his mouth. His throat moved fiercely, struggling to swallow. Some of my come escaped the corners of his lips, trailing lightly down his chin.
“So good, baby. So fucking good. That’s it. Take as much as you can. You’re fucking perfect.”
Air fled my lungs before coming back to me in a rush, and I exhaled a deep, satisfied breath as my cock softened on his tongue. I pulled it free from his mouth and gripped his shoulders lightly, guiding him backward until his head met the cushion. Silas’ eyes stayed closed, and his finger was still lodged up his ass when he let out a weak sound and shoved his hips in the air, begging.
“You did so good, Kitten. Daddy’s going to take care of you now.”
I dropped to my knees and placed one hand on each of his thighs, keeping his legs wide. Pale skin flushed when I tapped at his hole and slipped my finger in beside his. With the twist of my hand, I was able to reach his sweet spot. His mouth fell open in a silent scream. I had less than a second to get my lips around his cock before he was pulsating inside my mouth.
His arousal coated my tongue, and it was a taste I knew I’d never grow tired of.
“Daddy!” He gasped as I swallowed.
“Right here, sweetheart.” I peppered kisses along his inner thigh and the tip of his spent cock. “You were perfect.”
Arms outstretched, Silas’ hands opened and closed. He made a desperate sound. “Hugs.”
After carefully placing his legs back on the cushions, I stood and grabbed an oversized blanket that was draped across the back of the couch. Sitting beside him, I tucked my cock back in my pants and gathered his limp body in my arms. Lifting him was easy. Once my kitten was in my lap, he curled around me and laid his cheek against my chest.
I covered him with the blanket, but he was still trembling, so I gently turned his head and coaxed my nipple into his mouth. After a high like that, my baby needed tight hugs. He needed security—warm arms to protect him while he glowed in vulnerability.
“I love you.” I whispered, but I wasn’t sure he’d heard it.
We had only minutes before he’d be asleep, so I continued whispering to him, rubbing his back and scratching his scalp. When his breathing evened out, I stood, eyes on the stairs as I prepared to take my boy to bed.
“Daddy?”
It was barely a whisper, and I thought I’d imagined it until I looked down. Silas’ eyes were still closed, but his lips were moving. “I found Ezra. He’s not dead.”
“What a shame.”
His giggle tickled my chest. “Bellevue.”
“Bellevue?”
What the fuck was Ezra doing there?
ChapterThirteen
Silas