Page 38 of Darling

I’m smiling so fucking wide, my cheeks warm from pride even as my dick hardens in my shorts.

“I’m glad you think so. I really do love it.”

“Mmm, yes, I can tell,” he says.

“Did you wish it was you?” I ask. “Stretching me out like that?”

He groans softly. “Yes, I did.”

“It can be you, whenever you want. Fuck, I want it to be you.”

“But I found that I also enjoyed watching.”

“Yeah, you liked watching me get fucked by someone else?” The idea of him being turned on by it makes my own dick hard. I grab the head through my shorts and start playing with it.

“Mmm, very much. But I think I would like it even more knowing that you were wishing it was me. That’s what you said, wasn’t it? You’d wish it was me every time.”

“Yeah. Fuck, daddy, I want your dick in me so bad, want to feel you stretching me out, making me fit you.”

“Asher…” he groans my name. “Show me your hole, I need to see it.”

“You want a picture or you wanna switch to video?”

“Video,” he says.

I don’t hesitate, shoving down my shorts and kicking them off before I plant one leg up on the coffee table and switch on the camera. He’s in bed in what looks to be a huge room, topless, wearing dark-framed glasses and looking like something out of my filthiest fucking fantasies. I give him a seductive smile before angling the camera lower so it’s between my legs. It’s an angle I’ve shot from a lot, so it takes me no time to find it.

“Oh, look at you,” Christian murmurs. “You’re perfect. Such abeautiful boy.”

I spread it a little with my fingers before circling it. It’s newly waxed and sensitive as fuck, and the soft touch makes me shiver and gasp. On instinct, I suck my fingers into my mouth and then bring them back down, dipping one inside. Christian makes an unintelligible sound, and his breathing is coming quick now.

“Wait, should you even be doing this?” I say, sitting up. “What about what the doctor said?”

“I’m lying down, quite relaxed. I’m certain this isn’t consideredstrenuousexercise, sweetheart.”

I melt at the term. “Um, okay… if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. Open your legs.”

I do as I’m told, Christian’s gaze zeroing in on the twitching ring of muscle between them. “It might be the most perfect hole I’ve ever seen.”

“Might be?” I pretend to be offended, even as I continue to rim it with my finger.

“I used to fuck a very talented ballet dancer; his was quite something, too.”

I’m not sure why I get a little burst of jealousy at this.

“Oh, so you had another illicit affair? Before me?”

“Now now,” he chastens. “He never made my heart pack in.”

I can’t help the stupid grin that travels over my mouth. “Gonna need this story later. Here was me thinking I was your great bi-awakening.”

“Ah, no, but that wasn’t him either. That was at university.”

My eyes widen.

“Later,” he says firmly. “Now push it inside, slowly.”