Out of the Ashes (The Game 5)

He left a trail of openmouthed kisses down my neck and chest. “Daddy’s sorry, but he has to taste his boy. Spread your legs for Daddy, please. Spread them wide.”

I could do better than that. While he crawled farther down, I hooked my arms under my knees, spread them as much as I could, and hugged them to my chest.

For several moments, he just kneeled next to me and stroked himself. He’d made sure his body wasn’t blocking the camera angle. Then he drew a finger along the crease of my ass, and he reached for the coconut oil.

“Do you like playing with my special place, Daddy?”

“Oh God—don’t speak that way. I’m going to lose it too quickly.” As if he’d lost his last shred of patience, he quickly coated two fingers in the thick oil and closed the distance. Then he dipped down and sucked my cock into his mouth while simultaneously sliding his middle finger inside me.

I moaned.

He moaned too. “Daddy’s so sorry he can’t control himself.”

“Good,” I gasped. “You’re such a fucking whore for taking advantage of me. You know how wrong this is.”

He went even rougher after that. He manhandled me however he wanted me, he sucked my cock like the slut he was, and he finger-fucked me until he decided he wanted to replace his digits with his tongue. And he didn’t ask. He just licked his way down, greedily, without finesse, and started tonguing and sucking at me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Are you seeing this, Master?

I couldn’t wait for his reactions. I couldn’t wait for him to get home. Franklin didn’t know. He hadn’t asked either.

“You have the most perfect little hole, darling boy.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” I tossed a glance at the nightstand. On the laptop screen, I saw Franklin from behind, knees spread wide, elbows on the mattress, asshole on display. Master was gonna love that. Hell, I loved it.

I noticed Franklin’s phone on the nightstand too. Perfect. I reached for it and told him to unlock it.

“Why?” he asked.

“I’m gonna take some pictures for you.”

He could not unlock that phone fast enough.

He…performed for the camera. He showed how well he could suck his boy’s cock, and I managed to get a couple decent pictures of his tongue in my asshole too.

The phone was forgotten when he asked me to turn onto my stomach.

“And pull up your leg, please,” he requested. “I want the camera to capture everything.”

That was why I’d chosen the lower angle.

“What’re you gonna do, Daddy?” Having a sneaking suspicion I already knew the answer, I ended up half on my side, half on my stomach, so I could pull up my leg properly. If he fucked me in this position, I’d get a good view on the screen.

“Daddy wants to cuddle in a special way.” He lowered himself right behind me, the heat of his body sending a shiver down my spine. “You feel so good against me.” He started kissing my neck, and he reached under my thigh to touch my cock from underneath.

Holy fuck. He revved me up faster and faster. He stroked me a few times, long, seductive strokes, then slid his fingers down to my ass, where he teased my slicked-up opening in obscene dipping motions.

I held up my leg more so I could see it for myself on the laptop.

“Jesus fuck,” I breathed.

“I won’t apologize for making my boy feel good,” he murmured huskily. “You deserve all the pleasure in the world.”

“You’re a good Daddy.” I sucked in a breath and pushed back against him.

My head started swimming.

I watched on the screen as he rubbed my cock, cupped and squeezed my balls, then dipped his fingers inside me. Rinse and repeat, over and over, until I was panting.

His breathing was just as irregular, and I sensed his focus shifting right before he stopped touching me. Then things happened quickly. I heard the condom wrapper tearing, I heard the lube bottle opening, and I heard him breathe curses as he readied himself.

“Please forgive Daddy, but he can’t even ask permission,” he murmured raggedly. “You leave me no choice, baby boy.”

Take me.

Fucking take me.

Rather than inching closer to finally fuck me, he yanked me back onto him, where he positioned himself quickly and shoved his cock deep inside me in a single thrust.

I caught on fire.

For a moment, the pleasure and pain paralyzed me, and I lost all control. I groaned embarrassingly loudly and couldn’t really stop either. Because he gave me zero chance to recover. He just took me. He set a fast pace, fucking me so hard that his balls slapped against my skin.

He moaned against my neck, hot puffs of air hitting me with every breath. “Oh my God—you feel so amazing around Daddy’s cock, little boy. I’m sorry, it won’t be long. I’m so sorry.”