“This should do the trick,” Kaleb growls.
I simply gasp and smile with wide open eyes…
I can feel his dick head right at my ass hole and as he eases it inside me, my entire body convulses and allows him all the way in. He’s so big, the way he’s filling me up is just out of this world and a perfect blend of overwhelming pleasure.
Truthfully, I’m not sure how long I’m going to last, but as I start to moan louder and louder, I can see that Kaleb is going to be the one in control from here on out…
“Now beg for it,” Kaleb barks, easing his cock almost all the way out. “Beg for Daddy to fuck you silly.”
“Mmmmph. P-p-p-please, Daddy, fuck me!” I answer, biting my bottom lip as Kaleb duly drives his cock in hard and all the way to the back, working my G-spot like a heat-seeking missile. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuckmeeee!”
That’s all Kaleb needs to here as he begins to rhythmically pound me, his cock driving in and out of me, every thrust pushing me closer and closer to climax.
“Grrrr,” Kaleb growls, his hands squeezing on my soft fleshy chest as he leaves his cock all the way in and pushes me over the edge and into the kind of leg trembling orgasm that I’d heard about but never thought I would experience myself. “Fucccckkkk, boy.”
We both climax together and the feeling of his seed shooting up inside me fills me with so much pleasure that I feel close to tears as my orgasm lasts longer and stronger than I could ever have wished for and shoots right up onto my stomach and even onto my face too.
“Hold me, hold me,” I say, wiped out, barely able to process any thoughts as Kaleb grips me tightly and brings me close.
“You’ve got it, boy,” Kaleb says, his breathing heavy and his eyes full of something that I might even dare to describe as love. “That wasincredible.”
We’re lying side by side now, my Daddy’s cock now resting up against my own as his strong embrace wraps up my curvy, soft, desirable body. I’ve never felt this before, not even close.
But with Kaleb, I’m starting to feel like anything is possible…
Chapter 12
Kaleb
Was it all a dream?
It was so damn good, it must have been.
Wait, am I still dreaming?
I grimace as I slowly come around. Sunlight sneaks through the lace curtains, soft and golden, painting stripes across the quilt. I blink awake slow, my body heavy in that good way—sated, relaxed. The bed’s warm where Taron was curled against me all night, but he’s not there now.
“Baby boy?” I ask, still half dazed from my deep sleep.
I prop up on one elbow, scrubbing a hand over my face. There he is—at the little writing desk under the window, tapping away on his laptop. He’s swapped last night’s clothes for a lime green romper, the kind with short sleeves and legs that show off his deliciously thick thighs.
Soft. Curvy. Adorably sexy.
Taron’s hair is messy but still shining healthily, which makes his bedhead just too sweet. And right next to the laptop, proppedagainst a mug of coffee, is his stuffie, Lightening watching him work like a faithful sidekick.
Damn.
He looks like something out of a dream.Mydream. Focused, tongue peeking between his lips, fingers flying over the keys. Every so often he pauses, chews his bottom lip, then dives back in.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed, pad over quiet on bare feet.
The floorboards creak once, but he doesn’t notice—too lost in whatever world he’s building.
I lean down, hands on his shoulders, peek at the screen.
Words jump out:thrust,moan,Daddy’s cock.
This is steamy as hell.