Page 7 of Pink Cheeks (DKAG Summer Shorts #2)

KIP

The second we hit the elevator, both of us half-drunk on champagne and umbrella drinks, my need to have Doug in my ass was at an all alltime high. Unfortunately, the heat radiating off my skin was also at volcanic levels. Doug’s hand was massive and warm as he held me close to him.

“You’re sure about this?” Doug asked as he closed the door to my suite behind him.

“You can be gentle, right?” I flashed him my most sultry look. “Those muscles need to be put to good use.”

He grinned. “I’ll do my best, but that tight little ass might make it hard to be gentle.”

“Oh, my tight little ass will definitely make it hard.”

I veered for the minibar and grabbed a Sprite because I needed a sugar boost.

Doug followed me, caging me in with his arms as his palms pressed flat on the counter. “You need water, not soda.”

I wanted to snark back, but his breath made my whole spine fizz. Instead, I just gulped the Sprite and spun around defiantly. “I need some sugar.” I shoved his chest. Hard. But he didn’t budge.

The man was solid, with tree-trunk arms and a chest like a wall of boulders. He looked like he’d stepped out of a cologne ad but somehow made it seem like he hated being noticed at all. “You’ve had plenty of sugar today. Now, you need some protein.”

“Are you gonna fuck me or lecture me on nutrition?”

Doug growled as he ran his fingers through my sun-bleached hair. Damn, it felt good.

“Both,” he murmured before leaning in and kissing me again. “Definitely both.”

He took his time, mapping my mouth like it was our first kiss. It wasn’t our first, but it felt significant. Slow and with the rest of the night ahead of us, he tested the edges of my mouth, my self-control, and definitely my patience.

I kissed him back, tasting a hint of whiskey and something minty. The kiss was good…so good it almost distracted me from the throbbing of my burn. “Hurry.”

He gentled his hands and pulled away, hovering his palms at my lower back like he was touching the ghost of me instead of the real thing. “Did I hurt you?” he asked as if I’d ever let a little pain get between me and a great lay.

“Not yet and I’m getting impatient!”

“Let’s get you into bed” We walked to the bedroom and I sat carefully on the mattress.

My ass screamed at pressure but it only made me need good kind of pain even more.

Doug knelt in front of me with his hands behind up my shins before he looked up. “Tell me if it’s too much. I want this to feel good.”

“It already does. Just…more, Daddy.”

There was a deeper tension in the set of his jaw, and his gaze flicked to my face. He wasn’t just looking for consent. He was looking for a way to do this without any extra pain. “I mean it, Kip. You have to be honest with me.”

I nodded and hooked my ankles around his hips so I could yank him closer. “Less talking, more undressing.”

He couldn’t resist my charms any longer and finally got down to business. My pants came off first, then my boxers, which got a quick and devastating sniff from Doug before they hit the floor. He took off his own shirt, popping a few of the tiny buttons before he stepped out of his dress pants.

And then there was a tie. I hadn’t even noticed he was wearing one until he wrapped it around my wrist like a leash. “You ever been tied up?”

“Only emotionally.” I swallowed hard and the look in his eye made me shiver.

He didn’t tie me up, but I loved that the promise was there. Just imagining it made my cock hard enough to punch through steel.

By the time we were both fully undressed, I was squirming with need. “Please.”

Doug stood and cradled my chin in one hand to angle my face up at him. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

It was the first time anyone had asked me that and meant it. “Suck me off, Daddy.” Almost immediately, I wanted to die from how desperate it sounded but he didn’t give me a chance to feel any embarrassment at all.

Doug just grinned and dropped to his knees. “As you wish, boy.”

Everytime he called me boy, it felt sexy and special.

But now, with his mouth closing around my hard dick, it hit somewhere deep and intense.

I tried to play it cool, but too many emotions and sensations were at play in me.

I whimpered loudly as Doug took me in his mouth in one slick, perfect motion and began to suck.

It wasn’t hurried or obligatory. He bobbed his head slowly as his tongue swirled around my head. One of his big hands squeezed my thigh while the other traced lazy circles on my hip.

I moaned and let my head loll back, digging my fingers into the comforter to keep from floating away. If I died right there, my obituary would just be a string of fire emojis.

The man knew what he was doing. Every so often, he’d stop to murmur that I tasted good or was so velvety smooth. And when I started bucking into his mouth, he just went harder. Faster.

I could barely think straight as Doug’s hot mouth enveloped me in saliva. Before I was ready, my balls pulled tight and I had to admit I wasn’t strong enough to hold back any longer. “I’m close.”

Doug just hummed and sucked harder until I came in his mouth, shooting my cream into his throat as he swallowed down every drop.

I was still panting for air when he pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Good boy.”

“I still need you, Daddy!” My cock was still hard and I was only just getting started.

“You want Daddy’s dick in that pink ass of yours?” He licked a drop of come off my dick before kissing up my torso. “It’s gonna hurt.”

“Yes! Please fuck me, Daddy. I like that kind of hurt.”

He shivered and got up. I watched as he pulled a packet of lube and a condom from his pants and then scooted onto the bed beside me. “You have to be on top.”

He gently nudged me forward and then slicked up his fingers so he could stretch me out. “That way you’re in control and can adjust your position if it gets too intense.”

I nodded eagerly. That was fine with me. “I love riding dick. I’ll be careful.”

“I know you will, sweetheart.” He eased me onto his lap and steadying my hips so he could kiss me as he pressed his slick fingers inside me.

There was definitely a sting where he touched my skin but that only added to the moment.

The balance between pain and pleasure always got me off and this was already shaping up to be the most pleasurable night of my life.

I braced myself, wincing at the stretch and the ache of my already raw skin, but once I was was ready, I pushed down onto his cock until I was fully seated. My whole body felt full and plugged by Doug’s big dick and it was amazing.

He let me set the pace. I rocked my hips with my ass angled to avoid contact with his thighs. It worked at first but then I wanted it harder. Pretty soon, I was bouncing up and down on him and the dull sting of my skin was quickly forgotten.

“Yes!” I wanted more but I was getting close again and didn’t know where he was. “You have to come too.”

He held my hip with one hand and stroked my cock with the other. He watched my face like he was cataloguing every twitch and shudder. “I’m there, baby. Let go when you’re ready, and I’ll be right there with you.”

I came a moment later and Doug did too, just as he’d promised.

He let out a grunt and his whole body shuddered under me. After we caught our breath, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed me close, not minding the sweat or the sticky mess between us.

I collapsed against his chest and tucked my head under his chin. He stroked my hair as his breathing slowed down.

“You okay?” He shifted so I was lying beside him and then he pulled out and removed the condom.

I nodded, and after a minute, I realized I was sucking my thumb. It wasn’t something I did often, but Doug made me feel safe and cared for so I was able to let some of my little side shine through.

He brushed my hair off my head and didn’t say a word as my head rested on his bicep.

When he finally got up to go to the bathroom, he tucked my stuffed lion under my arm and I sighed in contentment. “Thank you, Daddy.”

I must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, the sun was blazing through the slatted blinds, and my entire body was on fire.

When I rolled over, Doug was gone. The sheets were cold, but when I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, it buzzed with a new contact notification.

Daddy Doug. He’d even put a little lion emoji after the name.

I smiled as I looked at my messages. Everything was sore but I still wanted more.

I typed out a text before I could stop myself. Not to be dramatic, but I think I might actually die from this sunburn. Can you bring aloe? Or morphine. Or that big dick? I’ll take any or all forms of your special medicine.

His reply was instant. On my way, sweetheart. Stay in bed.

I grinned and did as I was told. I’d always do what Daddy told me.