Page 91 of The Idol

“My sensitive little virgin,” Daddy purred.

“Stop teasing,” I whispered.

Daddy chuckled, then began to sit up. My heart dropped.Was he leaving? Was he tired of me already?

My hand shot out, grabbing his shirt with shaking fingers. “Don’t go, please—I-I’m sorry! I can do it right, I promise! Just please don’t leave—”

“No, baby, I’m not leaving,” Daddy promised, his eyes soft as he looked at my hand clutching at the fabric of his shirt. Gently, he pulled my hand off, squeezing it. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just want to try something. Is that okay?”

I nibbled my lip, but nodded. “Whatever you want, Daddy. Just please don’t leave.”

“There’s no way in hell I’d leave you like this, cherub. Now, can you let me get up?” He slowly released my hand and climbed out of bed.

“Should I get up too?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” he answered, using a hand to tug his shirt off over his head.

I lost my train of thought at the sight of all his naked skin and muscles. He was so beautiful. I couldn’t understand why he’d want someone like me.

“Cherub,” he laughed, regaining my attention. I blushed, ducking my head. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s a compliment. Trust me, it’s a turn on when you get so distracted looking at me.”

I peeked up at him through my lashes. “What’s a turn on?”

Daddy’s eyes darkened, his eyelids lowering to half-mast. He groaned deeply, “That’s another one.” When he saw my confusion, he smiled and added, “It means something that arouses you. Something that makes your dick hard.”

“Oh,” I peeped, making him laugh lightheartedly.

“Now get up, Elior,” he said. I swallowed nervously but did as he said, scrambling off the bed, only wincing a little at the sticky wet mess in my pants.

When I looked to him for direction, he took a step closer to me and reached out to play with the hem of my shirt.

“Strip for me,” he commanded, his voice soft.

My fingers trembled as I pulled my shirt off and placed it on my bed. He looked at me expectantly, nodding his head towardsmy pants. I took a deep breath and repeated a mantra in my head:it’s not sinful, it’s not sinful, it’s not sinful.

I slid off my sleep shorts, then stood there still, flicking my gaze up to Daddy for approval.

“Good boy. Underwear, too,” he coaxed, reaching for his own waistband and tugging down his pants. I swallowed thickly as his bulge was revealed. He held my gaze as he slowly pulled down his briefs.

I lowered my own, relieved to be free from the stickiness, and stared wide-eyed as Jace’s…dick…jutted up towards his chiseled abdomen. Heat swirled low in my belly as I admired him.

His looked so different from mine. It was longer and thicker, brown with a rosy red head, while mine was small and pale, constantly leaking like it was overexcited.

“Come here, cherub.”

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Jace

Elior stepped forward into my arms, his sexy body finally fully on display for me. He let out a cute, startled squeak and wrapped his legs around my waist as I cupped his ass and lifted him. Keeping a firm grip on those plump cheeks, I turned and walked us out of his bedroom.

Elior wiggled in my hold. “Wait, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

With each step, Elior’s cock rubbed against my abs, pulling whimpers and moans out of him.

As I neared the door leading out into the chapel, Elior tensed, his heart thumping wildly.