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I’m basically salivating for the taste of him.

I watch him stroke himself a few times before I can’t take it anymore and slap his hand away. “Mine,” I growl into his ear while I slide the donut down his shaft. He groans into my neck and my own dick aches. “I love how you take what I give you, let me play with you however I want. Such an obedient boy for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he moans as I stroke him.

“Look at yourself, look at how hard you are for me.”

He looks down at his lap, at the donut around the base of his dick that split in order to accommodate his girth.

“Your cock is fucking perfect.” I nip at his earlobe then bend down to lick him. I slip my tongue between his foreskin and the head of his cock. The taste of his skin is more intense here, it’s my favorite part. Humming, I surround his head with my mouth and he gasps, his hips jerking upward. “So needy.”

Sliding my mouth down the underside of his shaft, I take a bite of the donut then lick back up to his tip.

“Please,” he groans, his fingers flexing on my neck.

“Please what? Ask nicely.” I cup his sack and stroke him with my hand, sitting up to put us eye to eye.

“Please, Daddy,” he whimpers in that voice he knows gets me. “Suck me and make me come.”

I drag my teeth over my lower lip and pulse my grip on him. He’s trying so hard to keep eye contact but there’s something that makes it hard for him, maybe he’s embarrassed by having to ask? Or for liking it when I make him do it? That’s a convo for another time.

Bending back down, I suck him as deep into my mouth as I can, using my hand to make up the difference. Joey shouts out his surprise and slams his hand on the steering wheel, gripping it so hard the plastic creaks.

He’s a mess of noises, groans becoming whimpers that become moans. His hips keep moving like he can’t keep them still, and fuck if I don’t love the pride it gives me. I did this to him. Me. No one else. Hell, no one before me gave enough of a shit to try. This man was made for me and I am going to make damn sure he knows it.

Since we’re sitting in a public parking lot, I work him up fast and sloppy. The last thing I want is to get arrested for indecent exposure or something out here. Saliva drips down his beautiful, throbbing dick as I work him over.

“Daddy…” he whines and I hum around him. He digs his hand in my hair and flexes his hips to meet my mouth. Filling my mouth a pump later with cum. Luckily, I emptied his tanks once already today so there isn’t much and I don’t miss a damn drop. After ripping the donut off, I lick him clean and thoroughly enjoy the combination of him and sweet icing.

When I sit back in my seat, a smug smile on my face, he snickers and puts his dick away. I get my seat belt buckled and start eating the donut.

“Seriously?” he asks while starting the car and backing out of the parking spot.

“I’m not wasting a perfectly good donut, especially because it was on your dick. These things must be savored and enjoyed.” I shove another piece in my mouth and offer him one.

He glances at me skeptically but takes the piece and chews quickly. “It’s weird to eat food that was basically a masturbatory aid.”

I shrug and finish the piece in my mouth. “How is it different than putting olives or raspberries on your fingers and eating those?”

It’s quiet for a minute before Joey bursts out laughing. Full-on belly laughing. It’s a glorious sound, one I need to be able to play whenever I want. Grabbing my phone, I start recording him laughing while he drives. When he stops at a stop sign, he lays his forehead on the steering wheel for a second.

“It’s completely different!”

“Only because an olive would not fit, you would destroy it if you tried.” But the idea is kind of hot now that I think about it…

“Were you dropped on your head as a baby?” He gets the car parked at the dorm and turns to look at me.

“How is it different? You’re sticking food on a body part and eating it.”

“Because my fingers aren’t part of my reproductive system? They aren’t a sex organ?”

“Clearly you aren’t using your fingers to their full potential.” I open the door and get out, grabbing the box of deliciousness from the back seat. “Let’s go give Brendon his treats, I have more plans for you.”

“More? There’s no way in hell I’m getting off again today.” He holds the door open for me like a gentleman. Adorable.

“You got off twice, I did not.” While we wait for the elevator, I motion to my crotch which is still half hard. “And I haven’t had your ass in far too long. Time to rectify that.”

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