Page 53 of A Little Christmas: Rivi

“Here, baby, give me your hand.”

He looked up at me, eyebrows raised, then put his hand to my face. I grabbed it and licked it wetly all over.

“Now, put it back where it was.”

He obeyed. Now he could slip it up and down easier. My cock began to pulse. He felt it and moved his hand faster. Such bliss.

“Oh, honey, I’m about to come.”

“Daddy, yes.” He moved his head closer to my cock and kissed the very tip.

Soft lips surrounded my crown. A tongue teased the underside of my head.

If I cried out for help now, there was no saving me.

I shot hard.

He removed his mouth and watched as white streams squirted from my cockhead. He kept milking, squeezing. The cum bubbled like a fountain until I was completely spent.

I leaned my head back, breathing hard. “Baby, that was….” I moaned as he licked my now soaked tip.

Finally, he looked up and crawled over my body, kissing the center of my chest, then looking up with big eyes. “Did you like it? Was it okay? Daddy?”

“How can you ask? The evidence shot everywhere.”

He giggled. “Daddy, that was beautiful.”

“You’re a bold boy, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know. I just know I like you.”

I pulled him closer and kissed him on the mouth, tasting the salty leftovers of my own pleasure.

Soon, his young cock poked me in the belly, fully recovered, hard and wanting. Again.

Such was the advantage of youth.

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Rivi

Ispread my legs for Daddy. My cock jutted up. Daddy’s fingers were all slippery with sweet-scented oil. He ran them over my balls, then further down until they slid between my cheeks.

My ass was his. I knew it from the moment of our first kiss. But I’d done very little ass play to myself in my life, and never with another person.

“Tell me how it feels.”

We’d been making love again, and then again. I’d already come twice, Briar once in my hands. Briar was hard now but holding out on me.

“It’s nice, Daddy.”

“I want you to tell me in words that are more descriptive than ‘nice’.”

“I don’t know.” I could barely catch my breath with him. “Your fingers tickle and tingle.”

“In a good way?” He slid them over my hole, forefinger catching the rim.

“A good way.”