Page 159 of Naughty November
Once my pace was steady and I could concentrate on Jules, rather than controlling myself, I realized his hips were moving with mine—a dulled version of what he’d be doing if he were fully conscious. His breathing was faster, just like mine was, and the hand that had gripped the sheet before was now holding the corner of one of my pillows. If he wasn’t whimpering, he was moaning; if he wasn’t moaning, he was mewling; and if he wasn’t mewling, he was grunting. It all depended on my pace.
“Fuck, baby boy, even though you’re asleep, I can tell you’re enjoying every bit of the pleasure I’m giving you. I can hear it, feel it, and Jesus, I can even smell your arousal. If I’m not careful, you’re going to become my drug of choice.”
I slipped my arms under his chest to curl my hands over his shoulders to hold him in place, and I fucked him like the little toy doll he was. My hips slammed into his, and our combined reactions had me going even harder. I needed a taste of him, so as my hips pistoned in and out, I licked, nibbled, and then bit at his neck and ear, slowing my hips down so I wouldn’t miss out on his reactions to the additional stimulus.
When he sucked in a breath and shivers ran through his body, I nibbled and licked my way up his neck. “That’s my good boy. So reactive for me,” I whispered.
The sweetness of his responses suddenly had me slowing downeven more and giving in to an urge I’d rarely, if ever, had. I wanted to take care of him, not just get him off. Even though he was unconscious, I wanted him to feel the sensual pleasure, even in sleep.
My desire to go primal on him suddenly felt like something I wanted him to be awake for. I wanted to watch his eyes as I marked up his body, feel his hands on me as I bit and scratched him and gripped him with every bit of my strength.
Soft, slow, teasing, and gentle tenderness was what I wanted right now, and even though it made no sense, I knew I couldn’t do it any other way with him. He’d put his confidence in me, a complete stranger, and that made me want to take care to make sure I didn’t take things too far.
He’d asked for primal play and rough handling, but I wanted to show my respect for his trust. And though I was surprised because it wasn’t my usual preference, I sank into it and let it consume me. Let it consume us both.
FIVE
ROMEO ARES
I moved him so his hands were flat on the bed beside his head, and I slid my fingers between his, lightly gripping them as I curled my much larger frame over his delicate one. The slow thrusts in and out were testing my stamina and felt like more of a journey than they did a race to the finish. My synapses were firing on all cylinders, and I moaned in his ear.
“You feel amazing. Taking my thick cock so well. Daddy is loving your tight little hole, boy. Fucking hell.”
As my thrusts continued, a little faster now, I found a rhythm with my hips, my glutes clenching and releasing, and my dick harder than ever and leaking precum deep inside of this gorgeous boy’s body. I was becoming obsessed with the thought of breeding him and using the new plug I’d taken from my drawer earlier so I could keep him nice and full.
“Daddy’s gonna fill you with his cum. And you’re going to thank me for it because you’re such a slutty little brat.”
I released one of his hands and slid my arm underneath him, finding his cock hard as a rock and leaking precum all over my sheets. “You’re hard and leaking for me. Fuck, that’s hot. I’m gonna milk your pretty little dick while I fuck you. Would you like that?”
I slowly eased my way out of him and gently turned him over, then bent and spread his legs. Slicked up with more lube, I slowly entered him inch by inch. I knew this boy was far from a virgin with his age and the way he was acting, but I’d never felt anyone as tight as Jules was as he squeezed the fuck out of my dick.
Once I was balls deep, I wrapped my still lubed hand around his hard little shaft and gently stroked him in time with my own thrusts. God, why did I love that his dick was small? It fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. He let out a sweet soft purr, and I closed my eyes at that beautiful sound. This boy was a kitten. Unexpected, but I loved how well it fit with what little I knew about him.
A soft, deep growl rumbled from my chest as I leaned down and whispered, “So that’s what you are, hmm? A sweet little femme kitty. You keep surprising me, boy. But knowing what I know now, I rather like the fact I’m fucking a kitten’s tight little pussy.”
Surprised at how the thought of it aroused me even more, as it wasn’t something I’d ever imagined would be a turn-on, I surged in and out of him a little faster. I squeezed harder on Jules’s cock, eliciting a choked cry and a tightening of his wet hole. Pumping him in time with my thrusts kept drawing out his reactions. Slight movements and soft sounds from this boy were slowly becoming my own personal aphrodisiac.
“I think I’ll call my gorgeous kitty… Jewel. Because you’re so fucking beautiful, sleeping so peacefully for me while I use your tight little pussy for my pleasure. Purr for me, pretty boy.”
Something about my words caused him to suck in a breath as he clenched my dick. I growled and my hips jerked, surging inside of him. “What if I bought you some fuzzy kitten ears? You’d wear them for me and prance around to get my attention. I think a leash with little bells would keep you in line though, wouldn’t it?”
Little soft mewls were his response to my words, convincing me even more that he was cognizant enough to react to me as he slept. I moved my free hand under his head and gripped his hair as I gentled my grip on his cock and stopped tugging on it, knowing even in hissleep he’d grow frustrated. His little whimper the slight bucking of his hips had me grinning.
Chuckling softly, I gave him what he wanted, tightening my fist and then jerking his cock several times. He bucked his hips and drew in a sharp breath, mewling like a little kitten again.
“Good boy. I think I’ll need a plug with a long kitten tail that swishes when you walk. And what about some little mittens to keep you from scratching when you’re being a little brat, hmm?”
Jules arched his back and his dick convulsed a little in my hand, spurting some precum on my palm, and he clamped down on my dick again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he was utter perfection. As much as I wanted to hold off for both of us, I needed to come and knew it was going to blow my fucking mind when I did. But I wouldn’t come until I knew he was about to, desperately needing us to go over at the same time.
“You’re doing so good, little one. You’re such a well-behaved kitty when you’re sleeping, squeezing your tight pussy on Daddy’s cock. I don’t think I can hold out much longer. I’m gonna make you come so hard.”
When his body quivered and he sucked in a shaky breath, I couldn’t keep a wide grin off my face. “Oh, you want that, don’t you? Want Daddy to come at the same time? I want that too, kitten.”
His only response was another shudder and a whine. I leaned awkwardly over him, my dick nearly slipping out of his hole, and grabbed the plug and lube from the nightstand. I lubed the toy and then put my freshly lubed hand back on his shaft. I quickened my pace until I was pounding into him, the sound of our skin slapping together as my hips met his ass echoing through the room.
“Fuck, oh fuck, kitten. So, so, so fucking good.”
The headboard was slamming against the wall, and this boy—this absolutely stunning boy—was still out of it. But that didn’t stop the sounds of pleasure coming from him, such as those “Uh, uh, uhs” every time I slammed into him, like my dick was punching those noises out of him. The control this boy gave me without even knowing me hit me so hard I nearly shattered, but held on by a thread. It was only when his hole squeezed the fuck out of my dick that I finally let go, jerking his cock in my fist harder and faster.