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ENZO
The afternoon had taken a significant turn, and although it felt like things might be moving too fast, I had no interest in slowing them down.
The dichotomy of helping Lincoln in the bathroom one minute and making out with him the next was messing with my head. But more than that, it was igniting a heat in me that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe ever.
“Slow down there, boy.” I held Lincoln’s hips in place as he grinded his cock over mine. “You make me feel too good.”
He licked up my jaw, flicking his tongue along my earlobe. “Me too. I feel too much. I have to let some of it out.”
Fuck . I released his hips and let my hands slide around his ass, cupping his soft skin as he moved rhythmically over my hard flesh. “Tell Daddy what you need.”
Lincoln whimpered and yanked down the zipper of his romper. “Inside me. I need some of you inside of me.”
I couldn’t hold back my grin at his choice of words. “I’ve got lots of parts, sweetheart. Can you be more specific?”
His hand went straight to my cock, and he rubbed my length through my jeans. “This, Daddy. Your dick in my mouth or my bottom. Hurry.” He pressed his palm over me as he rubbed his own dick against his arm for some friction.
I moved my hands up to his neck and steadied his head so he was looking right at me. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, Lincoln? A lot has happened in a short period of time. We can slow things down if?—”
“No, Enzo. Please. You said you’d be my Daddy, and I need my Daddy’s dick.”
I couldn’t argue with that. “I’d love to feel your hot mouth on my cock, baby. It felt so good on my nipple.”
He groaned and hopped off my lap, landing on his knees as I quickly released my jeans and pulled them down far enough for him to have full access to my cock.
Before we could discuss anything else, Lincoln’s head dropped into my lap, and he sucked me deep into his throat, kneading my thighs as he desperately chased the feelings flowing through him.
I understood that desperate feeling.
I was in awe of his ability to switch between vulnerable and assertive so effortlessly. I’d been feeling like I was walking a delicate balance between being too forceful and too weak with Lincoln. But I was learning to read him and recognize when he needed me to take charge and when he needed me to let him hold the reins.
This was one of those moments when I was happy to let him go for it. As he moaned over my cock—pulling all the way up to the tip with his velvet tongue and then dropping down again—the only thing I could do was lean back and enjoy it.
When Lincoln drank from me, I was aroused, but I’d had to ignore it because he was a stranger. The offer of milk didn’t have a sexual undertone, at least not a deliberate one. And as a manager at the company, I had to tread lightly. Not just for legal reasons but because I didn’t want to frighten him or make assumptions about his interest.
But now that Lincoln’s interest was abundantly clear, I didn’t have to hold back at all. I threaded my fingers through his hair and gently cupped the back of his neck. I wasn’t holding him in place but grounding him to me, allowing him to move freely while I kept him close.
He was exactly where I wanted—and he needed—to be.
“Fuck, boy. You’ve got excellent suction.”
He lightly dragged his teeth along my cock until he was able to kiss the tip and look up at me. “Sucking is my favorite thing to do. And I love that you give me so many options for it.” He pushed back down, moving his hand underneath my balls and gently rolling them in his fingers while teasing my taint.
“I’m almost there, baby.” I moved my hands to his shoulders and lightly rubbed them. “Are you ready for more of Daddy’s milk?”
He nodded without releasing me and started moving faster over my length. His left hand dropped down to his cock, but I squeezed his shoulder to stop him.
“Not yet, baby. I’ll take care of that after.”
Lincoln whimpered in frustration and wrapped his fist around my cock, meeting each stroke in a fast back-and-forth motion until I was erupting in his mouth, shooting thick cream down his throat.
“Yes, baby. Swallow all of Daddy’s come.” I slowly rocked into him as he sucked down every last drop.
When Lincoln was satisfied he’d finished it all, he kissed my hip and then climbed back into my lap. “Was that good, Daddy?”
“So good.” I kissed his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue as I explored one of my new favorite places. “Such a good boy for Daddy.”
He melted against me, loving the praise. But praise wasn’t all I had in mind for him.
“My turn.” I stood up and shifted positions, lowering him back to the couch. “Let me take care of you too, sweetheart.”
“I’m ready.” His romper was open and the head of his hard cock was peeking out, but I carefully removed his pajamas so they were out of the way.
“Now you’re ready.” I kissed his mouth and then his chin, slowly working my way down his chest and abs before I got my first taste of his dick. I’d briefly held it in my hands but not in a sexual way. This time, I was able to appreciate its beauty, its weight. Its perfection.
I kissed along his length, dragging my lips and tongue on his firm skin until I could pull him into my mouth. From the moment my mouth closed on him, Lincoln was a mix of squirming desire and tense muscles. He was vocal without saying any recognizable words. Just moans and needy cries for relief.
As much as I loved the taste and feel of him on my tongue, he’d been hard for hours, and I didn’t want to make him suffer any longer. He was a good boy and deserved to come for me. I moved faster over his cock, licking and sucking as I rubbed some of my dripping saliva over his asshole.
“Yes, Daddy.” He lifted his ass off the cushions, trying to get even deeper down my throat. “I’m coming.”
I kept up the fast pace and pushed my thumb into him just as Lincoln went stiff and unloaded into my mouth. I fucked his ass with my thumb as he fucked my face with his dick, and it was magical. I drank down his offering until he was fully limp on the couch and then climbed up beside him to hold him in my arms. “You doing okay, baby?”
His eyes were closed as he sighed. “Yes, Daddy. But I’m still thirsty.”