Page 78 of Hold Back
“Maybe I can make it up to you now.”
Kit squeaked as Red stripped him of his clothes and picked him up, throwing him onto the bed. “Daddy!”
“Watch me, boy.”
Kit shivered at the growl in his Daddy’s voice. He watched so hard as Red stripped off the T-shirt to reveal his muscled chest, covered with a light smattering of dark hair. Kit’s gaze roamed over his body, and his mouth watered. He wanted to lick him like a lollipop all over.
Then Red pushed down the sweatpants and Kit forgot how to breathe as he regarded the vision in front of him. The lean hips, trimmed pubes, and a long thick cut cock that begged for Kit’s greedy mouth.
“It’s the most perfect dick I’ve ever seen,” he declared.
It was Red’s turn to flush as he looked down at his half-hard cock. “I don’t know about that, but it works just fine.”
“Let me suck it,” Kit begged.
Red kicked the sweats away and walked over to the bed to loom over Kit, who stared up at him in breathless anticipation, his mouth dry.
“Do you think you deserve my cock, boy.”
Kit nodded his head so fast, it made him dizzy. “I deserve it, Daddy.”
No one deserved it as much as Kit did.
“I’ve been such a good boy.”
Red gave him a wry smile. “Don’t push it, boy.”
Kit couldn’t hold back the smirk. He wouldn’t be him if he didn’t push and push. But Red didn’t seem to care.
“On your knees,” Red ordered. “Here.”
He pointed to a spot in front of him. Kit scrambled into position, looked up at Red, begging for his meat treat. Red wrapped a hand around his shaft and traced Kit’s mouth with the tip.
Kit parted his lips, but he didn’t move because he was such a good boy.
He kept his gaze locked on Red as his Daddy fed him his thick long cock. He groaned around the fat head and he could feel saliva dribbling down his chin. This wasn’t going to be a neat blowjob. It was going to be messy and sloppy and he was going to love it. From the intense look on Red’s face, he was going to love it just as much.
And in a second his Daddy would discover…
He saw Red’s eyes widened as he discovered his boy could deepthroat him.
Kit smiled around his Daddy’s cock. Oh yeah, he was a master at deepthroating. Red pushed in further until his trimmed pubes tickled Kit’s lips. Then Red pulled back. Kit whined at his loss, leaning toward Red.
“Stay where you are, boy.”
Kit stayed. He knew his Daddy wouldn’t leave him hanging. Red caressed his hair, pushing it back from his face.
“You’re so beautiful,” Red murmured.
He seemed to be talking to himself, not Kit.
“The ink…I want to lick every inch and trace every line.”
Kit didn’t answer. If Red wanted to lay him out and trace every inch of him with his tongue, Kit had no objection. He thought back to the guy in the club who’d wanted to lick him. That had just repulsed Kit, but he craved the idea of Red’s tongue over him, following the lines of his ink. Just the thought made his dick harden tighter.
“Stop!”
Kit gazed up at Red, startled from his thoughts.
