Ranch Daddy

Riley did as I asked. He looked a little nervous, so I brushed my hand over his cheek and along his neck and down his chest, stopping well before I reached his cock. “I just want a chance to explore. Relax and enjoy it.”

He let out a long breath, and his eyelids fluttered closed.

“That’s it, boy.” I ran both my hands along the same path, stopping this time to tease and tweak his dark pink nipples. When I pinched them, he shifted his hips and arched into my touch. “You like that, don’t you, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I sucked on one of the tight buds while teasing the tip with my tongue. My other hand roamed over his ribs and rested against his hip, stroking the thin skin there. He gasped when I bit down on his nipple and slid my hand lower, teasing the crease of his leg but still not touching his cock or balls. “You’re so beautiful, Riley. I love how responsive you are. Don’t hide any of it from me.”

He shook his head. “I won’t, Daddy. I promise.”

I slid my lips along his side and brushed my hands over his thighs, then all the way down his legs to his feet. I took a moment to massage his arches, watching him sink deeper into the mattress as the tension that had built as I teased him melted away.

“That’s perfect, boy. Relax and feel.”

“You’re so good to me.”

I sat back and kissed the arch of one foot before setting it back on the mattress. When I leaned over and blew warm breath against his cock, Riley shifted his hips and spread his legs wider. A tiny moan escaped his lips as I traced the length of his cock with a single finger.

“Please.” He lifted himself into my touch.

“Not yet.” I scooted back, propped myself on my elbows, and nuzzled his sack.

“Mmm. Need you, Daddy.”

I gave his thigh a light slap. “Be patient, boy. Stay still and let me tend to you.”

His only response was a whimper. I glanced up and saw Riley’s teeth biting into his lower lip and a pained expression on his face.

“You can handle it, boy. That’s why I took the edge off first.”

“It already feels like I haven’t come in weeks.”

His petulant voice made me smile as I returned my attention to the warm skin at the crease of his leg. I licked and sucked him there, then drew one of his balls into my mouth. He arched his hips, but I pushed them back to the mattress as I continued to tease him, sucking on the other taut globe before nipping at his perineum.

I let go of his hips and pushed his legs up double on his chest. When I blew against his hole, he gasped. “Are you… are you really going to?”

Instead of answering him with words, I swiped my tongue over his tight pucker.

He moaned and wiggled his ass. “Please.”

I lifted my gaze to meet his. “Riley, what did I ask you?”

He sighed. “To be patient, but—”

“I expect you to listen.”

“Yes, sir.”

I teased him with the tip of my tongue. He whimpered, and I felt the tension in him as he fought to stay still. He lost the battle when I pushed into him, working his hips and trying to push toward me to take me deeper. I held him mostly still as I tongue-fucked him until he was whining, panting, and muttering nonsense. When I finally stopped, he drew in a ragged breath. “I thought I was going to come just from your tongue.”

I grinned at him. “Turn over.”

He looked like he was going to question me, but a pointed stare stopped him. He did as he was told.

I kissed and nibbled the back of his neck as I slid my hands up and down his back, warming his skin. I squeezed his ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and worked a spit-slicked finger into him while laying a hand at the base of his spine to hold him down. “We’re going to take this slow.”

He glanced back over his shoulder. “I don’t know if—”

“Do you really want to finish that sentence, boy?”

His eyes widened, and he shook his head.

“Good. Put your head down and focus on feeling.”

I added another finger, stretching him and pushing deeper. His thighs were rock hard with tension as he fought to stay still. I thrust my fingers in and out slowly before pushing deep enough to press against his prostate. He cried out, writhing and flexing his hips, struggling against my hold.

“Daddy, please. Please. I’m going to come if you don’t—”

“No, you’re not. You can hold off until I’m buried inside you.”

I drew my fingers out and brought my hand down across his ass. He yelped, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Up on your knees.” He did as I said, and I ran a hand over his tight little ass. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”