Daddy's Forbidden Room

“I love the way you put it. If you agree, for the next year, I will take care of everything. Of you. Because you’d be my boy.” Sandro urged Kevin up so that he kneeled and kissed the tears off his cheeks.

Kevin’s heart pounded with arousal, even though his ass still hurt. “Is that what gives you pleasure? The control?” He looked into Sandro’s dark eyes from up close and kissed his lips, breathless.

“That and your pretty face, your long limbs, your pert round ass, and that pink hole ready to swallow my cock,” Sandro murmured and as he said the last words, he rubbed Kevin’s opening, teasing his fingertip in mercilessly. “Get on your hands and knees, boy, I want to see it.”

Kevin gave Sandro one more kiss, but rushed to turn around and dropped his face to the cushion while he arched his spanked ass up, legs as open as the jeans allowed.

“Spread those cheeks, show it to me,” came Sandro’s command, and even though Kevin followed it, a wave of shyness still washed over him at the notion of presenting his body this way.

His cock was hardening already, balls heavy with the need to fuck again.

“I will have so much fun with you if you stay, baby,” Sandro said and before Kevin knew what was happening, Sandro delved his face between his buttocks, and teased his anus with his tongue. “I’d bend you over in the kitchen, have you riding my cock in the Jacuzzi…”

Every lick had Kevin moaning into the pillow, but when Sandro also started stroking Kevin’s cock, he could hardly bear the arousal.

“Ready for my dick again, Kevin?” Sandro asked and drizzled some warm lube to Kevin’s hole.

“Oh, God. Yes, Daddy. I want it in me,” he urged.

All Sandro needed to do was pull down his pajama pants to get his cock out. “Hold your ass open for me, boy.” The slick cockhead nudged Kevin’s hole, and he couldn’t wait till they could do it bare. One day they would.

Sandro rocked his hips a few times, kneeling behind Kevin, hand on the small of Kevin’s back, but then he thrust forward and pushed his cock in, making Kevin see stars. There was something about Sandro’s confidence that made Kevin crave to submit, to have that thick cock inside him, pumping his ass even when it throbbed after the spanking.

Sandro grabbed his wrists and immobilized them by Kevin’s head as he rocked his cock in, inch by inch. Kevin’s legs slid farther apart, one knee hanging off the sofa, but all he could do was moan when Sandro lay his weight on top, squeezing air out of him.

Kevin wouldn’t have it any other way.

A big, older man on top of him, his cock deep inside and fucking him slowly.

“Yes, Daddy, feels so good. Fuck me like that,” he whined, fingers entwined with Sandro’s.

“Yes? Does this horny little boy want nothing more than a dick up his ass?” Sandro chuckled, but fucked Kevin at an increasing speed, plunging his dick in deep only to pull out all the way and stuff Kevin’s hole time and time again.

“God, yes, Daddy!” Kevin closed his eyes, focused on the smell of leather, on the strong hold Sandro had on his hands, and on the merciless fucking he invited with open legs.

Something deep inside him trembled, sending jolts of pleasure to his cock and balls, but his only means of jerking off was rubbing against the sofa.

Still, every time Sandro jabbed his dick in, Kevin cried out and shivered. Sweaty, restless, he curled his toes and writhed under Sandro’s bulk, all too aware that if Sandro wanted to hold him down, he could.

Kevin wouldn’t dream of escaping, too focused on the lust buzzing in every single nerve ending. “I’m gonna come, Daddy,” he moaned before he was even aware it really was happening.

His ass pulsated around Daddy’s thick cock, and he spent on the sofa, rocking his hips against Sandro’s as the waves of pleasure rushed through him with every spasm.

Sandro kissed the back of his head. “Feels so good when you milk Daddy like this…”

Kevin melted into the sofa, boneless as Sandro pushed his cock into him the last few times, squeezing Kevin’s fingers hard and groaning against his skin.

It took them minutes of just lying there to catch enough air to speak.

Kevin turned his head on the pillow to catch a glance of Sandro’s flushed face. “Happy, Daddy?”

Sandro grinned. “Fuck yes. You, sweetie?”

Kevin smiled back, warm on the inside. “I’m so happy I waited to lose my V to you.”

Sandro’s nostrils flared, and he kissed Kevin’s cheek. “Told you I’ll be gentle.”

He’d hardly been ‘gentle’, but he did pay attention to Kevin and reacted to his needs or discomfort, so if he hadn’t been as soft as he could have been, it was only because Kevin had wanted that.