I tugged his pants down just far enough to expose his rounded, supple bottom. With one finger, I traced the curves of it, bending just enough to take a bite out of one cheek.
He made a choking sound.
I grinned.
Dropping to my knees, I gripped his cheeks and pried them open, exposing his hole. Lips puckered, I blew across the tight space. His poor legs shook on either side of me, groaning when I licked over his rim.
He blubbered something unintelligible when I dipped my tongue inside of him, fucking in and out in a smooth, relentless motion. He nearly came off the table when I wrapped a sure arm around his waist and captured his balls in my palm, tugging and kneading.
Dragging a lonely finger down his crack, I removed my tongue to tap twice at his hole, growling at the sight of it glistening and coated in my saliva. I was gentle when I pushed my finger inside of him, pumping at a pace that both thrilled and infuriated him.
He came up on his toes, rocking back and forth, hips wiggling as he forced my finger further into his body.
“Slow down, baby bird. I got you.”
I slipped free of his body. His desperate, unhappy whimper made my knees weak. One hand still toying with his balls, I used the other to unzip my pants, freeing my cock. I swept the bead of come off the reddened tip and slathered it over his hole.
I smiled.
I fucking liked when he was wet with me.
Fumbling for my pocket, I tore my wallet free and captured two packets of lube between my teeth. I ripped them open. The lube was cold against my skin, and I rubbed it between my fingers, warming it just a little before pressing those two fingers against his hole. I tapped once, asking for permission. Back arched, he relaxed for me, pulling my fingers into his body with a pleased sound.
I folded my chest over his back, capturing his earlobe between my lips. “Are you going to make a mess for me, baby? Come all over Daddy’s desk? Will that help you feel better? Remind you that the only lips I want on my skin are yours?”
Hand around his cock, I stroked him in time with the thrusts of my fingers.
“Da… Daddy…”
“That’s right, baby. Clench down on my fingers. Make a mess all over my knuckles. I want to feel your come dripping down my fingers. I want to taste it on my tongue and smell it in the air whenever I sit down in my fucking chair.
“Ohmygod.”
His legs went rigid, mouth opening in a silent scream when he erupted over my hand, muscles pulling taut.
“Good boy.”
“Only boy.” He groaned, his hole fluttering around my fingers.
Eyes falling closed, he went boneless against my desk. The back of his neck was coated in a sheen of sweat that glistened against the dull glow of my lamps. I lapped it up with my tongue before sucking him off my fingers. The taste of his pleasure made my eyes roll. I smeared what was left across my aching cock, using it to jerk myself.
My fingers stayed lodged inside of his ass, and when I tried to free them he shook his head. His eyes opened and quickly darkened when he caught sight of my rigid dick.
“Put it inside me,” he demanded. “Please.”
“Baby, we haven—”
“We’ve been tested. We’ve had the talk. You finger fuck me every night in bed. Please, Daddy. Please, fuck me. You promised to take me apart.”
Christ.
“You want to get fucked, sweetheart? Alright.” I continued to spread his come over the length of my cock. “Then Daddy’s going to use his baby’s come to fuck this sweet little hole.”
I teased the head against him. Liquid dripped off the tip, and I watched with tunnel vision his hole spasm, desperately trying to lock me inside of him.
“Ask me nicely.”
I barely recognized the inflection of my voice—the needy, wanton way I spoke to him.