Page 45 of Ruined

I lay him down on the mattress, and he lets me undress him. I’d planned to stay clothed for a little while, just to prove I’m doing this primarily for him, not for me, but he reaches for my shirt and tugs it over my head, and then unbuttons my pants. Soon, we’re naked, me lying on top of him, our kiss turning heated in no time.

I break the kiss to look him in the eye. “I need you to understand something.”

“Mm…” Oliver rocks his hips, his dick leaking precum against my thigh. He already looks completely lost, eyes half-lidded and a flush creeping up his neck.

“Oliver.” I sharpen my voice, and he stills, looking up at me with renewed focus.

“Yeah?”

“You need to talk to me, okay? That’s the only way this is going to work. If you’re hurting, I want you to tell me. If you want to stop, I want you to tell me.”

“I promise.” He drags his erection against my belly, moaning. “And if I feel good?”

“Then tell me that, too.” I kiss him some more, and I can tell he’s close to coming already—good. I’ll let him come as many times as he wants; it’ll relax him.

He moans into my mouth, and when I break our kiss, he whines. Maybe it was a mistake to get naked with him before I’ve told him everything I need to say.

“Now… don’t be upset if we can’t do it on the first try. You’re so tight, sweetheart.”

He pouts at that, looking displeased.

I stroke his cheek. “Talk to me. You promised, remember?”

“Sometimes, you make me feel like… like I’m the only one who wants this.” He parts his legs wider, tilting his hips until my cock slides between his ass cheeks. “Don’t you want my hole, Daddy?”

I growl under my breath. “I do. Fuck, Oliver, I do.” He has no idea how much I want it, how much self-control I’m employing to avoid doing something rash.

“Then take it. Be my first. Please, Daddy.”

My dick throbs with aching arousal. One sharp inhale, and Oliver yelps as I flip him onto his stomach. Like last time, I’m left staring at the pale expanse of his back and his plump little ass. God, everything about him is calling to me. His tiny pink hole nestled between his perky ass cheeks, his arched back, and his soft gasps of anticipation…

Get a hold of yourself. His pleasure is my only priority tonight—not my own.

“Did you like it when Daddy kissed you here?” I bring my thumb between his legs, rubbing his dry hole.

“Yeah, loved it, but…” He bites his lip, looking back at me with flushed cheeks. “I might come if you do that.”

“Then come. You can come as many times as you want.”

“But…”

“But, what, sweetheart?”

“What about the toys? I want to be ready for you, Daddy.”

“Don’t think about that now. All you need to do is relax, okay?”

He squirms. “I’m not good at relaxing.”

“Try your best for Daddy.”

A shuddering sigh, and the muscles in his back lose some of their tension. “For Daddy.”

I dip down, and as soon as I lave my tongue over his hole, he tenses up again, grasping the sheets.

“Oh, God… Yes.”

I part his cheeks with both hands, making my tongue sharp and pointy as I press it to his rim. Last time, I managed to wiggle my tongue inside him, but this time, he feels tighter somehow. Probably the nerves.