Page 112 of Stabby Little
He runs his fingers down my dick and guides it into his pucker. "I want you inside me."
I spit on my fingers and ram them into his hole. I work them in his passage, preparing him for my shaft. When his ass is slick with my saliva, I thrust my cock in, burying it in one uninterrupted motion.
Red-hot fire pounds me, making my balls spasm with need, causing me to shout. A million emotions rocket through me, each one powerful and raw, primal yet innocent, sweeping me off my feet.
My kitten brings his thumb to his mouth and sucks it. His eyes roll back as I grind against his pleasure spot, pushing hard against his privates. His hole is tight, so fucking innocent, I can't believe he's not untouched. I know this boy isn't a virgin—his naughty act in our private room tells me so. He's likely taken cocks before, ones just as big as mine, ones even bigger than mine, so his hole should be loose. But it's not—his ass is like a foal an experienced jockey is breaking in for the first time.
He thrusts his fingers through my hair. "Fuck me, Daddy! Feels so fucking good!"
His words are liquid Viagra to my senses. An indefatigable roar tumbles out of my lips, shocking me with its sheer intensity as I grind into him harder, giving him the pleasure he deserves. His cheeks spread for me and usher me into an Eden of carnal bliss, each thrust better than the last. He squeezes my roots, letting out little moans that ignite every pleasure receptor in my brain, flooding me with so much dopamine I can barely think.
His dick pulsates against his belly. Two beads of pre-cum spurt out of his tip, pooling below his belly button. I dip my hand down and smear the liquid into his skin with my thumb, driving it in his flesh, turning it red with my incessant motion.
I leave my mark on his body, just like I'm doing to his hole—just like he did to my chest. Instead of a cut, I'll brand him with my thumb.
Red. Raw. Full of seed. A reminder of this time we spent together.
My release hits me by surprise. I let out a cry of passion, my voice echoing throughout the playroom. I grip the mat behind his head, driving my fingers into it, fighting off the tidal wave of pleasure rolling through me, unable to stop it. I need to spurt in his body, unleash my inner demon, let it out of my system.
Now.
Now.
Now.
He spreads his legs and I know it's only a matter of time before I erupt and give way to the blinding hot bliss that's going off like a firecracker inside me.
"Come inside me, Daddy." My kitty's angelic voice cuts through the haze of my sexual delirium. "I'm so close! We'll come at the same time!"
My eyes dip down to his cock. It's not more than five inches, but each inch is throbbing in tandem with me. Pre-cum spurts out of his tip, his pink head engorged and glowing, bursting free from his foreskin.
I let out a horny moan as I press my palm against it, positioning it against his tummy, providing just enough pressure to draw out his release but not enough to bring him over the edge. I tease him, tempt him, make him come to me.
My tactic works. With a horny whine, he pumps out shot after shot of hot white cum. It flies across his belly, pooling at his nipples, before dripping onto the mat.
My eyes roll to the whites as my own orgasm slams into me a second later. My cock explodes in his hole, bullets of cum barraging his insides, tearing out of me at breakneck speed, throwing my body into a conniption fit of passion. I scream into his mouth as another surge of spunk shoots out of my cock, this one even more powerful than the first, filling him to the brim, creaming out of his hole because his body can't contain it.
My kitty leans up and slams his lips on mine. He kisses me desperately, pouring his heart into it. He grabs my hair roots, latching onto them for dear life as he licks my gums, teeth, trembling as our mouths mate, unable to pull away. I twine my fingers through his hair, tugging his head close to mine, kissing him with everything I have.
A breath twists out of me as I stare into his eyes. What the hell was this moment we shared? Nothing, and I mean nothing, in my life compares to it. Not any boy I've met in this club. Not the night Linda and I conceived Miles and swore we'd never part.
In one moment, this boy provided me with the single most powerful sexual experience of my existence, one that rearranged the particles of my body and grafted a new person onto my soul.
At this instant I know I'll never be with another boy again—never. I don't give a fuck if they look like my kitty and promise me I'll never be lonely. They're not my kitty. There's only one kitty in the world—mine.
"Who… are you?" I stare into his eyes yet again. There's something unique about this boy, something I can't put my finger on.
Those blue eyes… are so familiar. In fact, they're the exact same color as… Ollie's?
Memories flood my brain. When Ollie showed up on my doorstep and ate the buttermilk pancakes I prepared, I remember noticing just how shiny his eyes were. The same thing happened when he leaned toward me after he opened up about the abuse he suffered. His breath hitched. I thought he was going to kiss—
"You promised." My kitty slits his eyes.
I lean back and hand him my favorite towel. He wipes himself off and shoots me one last look before grabbing his dragon stuffy and disappearing through the playroom door.
No.
It can't be.