Page 23 of Don’t Call Me Son

“Such a good boy,” he praises, voice rough. “Taking my fingers so well. Gonna work you open nice and slow… until you’re fucking dripping for me.”

I whimper at the filthy promise, hips rolling down onto his hand, chasing more.

Colt presses a third finger into me, slow and slick with more lube. The stretch is intense now; a sharp, burning sting that makes my breath hitch. I moan, the sound cracking in the middle as a flicker of panic hits me.

“Colt, fuck… th-that’s a lot,” I gasp, thighs trembling.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs. “But you’re doing so fucking good for me. This greedy little hole is sucking in three of my fingers.”

He curls them slowly, stroking that spot inside me until the burn starts melting into overwhelming pleasure. I moan again, louder, hips twitching.

Colt watches my face with dark, hungry eyes. “That’s it; let me hear how full you feel. Gonna stretch you so wide, baby.”

I’m panting, cock leaking… when I feel him trying to work a fourth finger in alongside the others.

My eyes fly open; a shocked, overwhelmed moan rips out of me as the pressure spikes. I laugh breathlessly through it, shaking my head. “I don’t… I don’t think I can take four, Colt,” I whimper, voice shaky.

“Yes, you can,” he coos, leaning down to bite the side of my neck hard enough to make me cry out. At the same time, his other hand strokes me slow and tight. “You’re gonna take all four fingers for Daddy. I want this tight little hole gaping open for me. You can do it, baby. Just breathe… let me in.”

The combination of his teeth on my neck, his hand stroking me, and his filthy words makes my head spin. The sting and pressure are overwhelming, but the pleasure keeps building right alongside it. I moan loudly, thighs shaking as I feel my body slowly, reluctantly opening up around his thick fingers.

Colt groans loud and unrestrained. “That’s my good boy… look at you taking four fingers like a fucking dream.”

He sits up slowly, eyes locked between my spread legs with this dark, fascinated look on his face. “Fucking hell, Archie…” he breathes, almost reverent.

He keeps his four thick fingers buried deep inside me, barely moving them now; just holding them there, letting me adjust to the overwhelming stretch. I’m writhing on the bed, back arching, thighs shaking uncontrollably. The burn is so intense it borders on too much, but the pressure against that spot inside me keeps sending sparks of blinding pleasure through my whole body.

I moan loudly, helplessly, fingers twisting in the sheets.

Colt’s free hand strokes my thigh soothingly, but his eyes never leave where he’s stretching me open. “Look at that… four fingers, baby. You’re taking four of my fingers so deep. Your hole is stretched so wide around them… so fucking pretty.”

I whimper, hips twitching, trying to adjust to the insane fullness. Every tiny shift of his fingers makes me gasp and moan again. I feel so exposed, so full, and owned.

Colt leans in closer, still mesmerized, slowly twisting his fingers just enough to make me cry out. “That’s it,” he praises. “Keep making those sounds for me. Let me watch you fall apart on my hand.”

I’m panting, sweating, cock throbbing untouched against my stomach as I writhe under his gaze.

Colt’s grin turns downright cheeky, his pupils blown wide with lust as he looks at me. He shifts his hand and tries to work his thumb in alongside the four fingers already stretching me.

I jerk hard, a sharp cry escaping me, and instinctively push at his shoulder with my foot, gently kicking him back. “No more… Jesus Christ, my ass,” I gasp, breathing hard. “Oh my god…”

Colt immediately stops, pulling his fingers out carefully and holding both hands up in surrender, respectful even while looking completely wrecked with want.

“Alright, baby. Okay,” he says. “That’s enough.”

But then his eyes drop back down between my legs. He lets out a loud, guttural moan at the sight of my hole; twitching as it tries to shrink back to its normal size after being stretched so wide. His hand drops to his own cock, and he starts stroking himself slowly, almost absently, completely transfixed.

“Holy fuck… what a pretty little hole,” he groans, eyes glued to me. “So fucking sloppy and open for me…”

I’m panting, thighs trembling, face burning with embarrassment and arousal as he stares so openly at the mess he made of me.

Colt suddenly stands up from the bed in one smooth motion, grabbing me under my thighs and lifting me like I weigh nothing. I yelp, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as my legs dangle for a second before locking around his waist. He carries me out of my bedroom and down the hallway, heading straight for the master bedroom… his and Mom’s room.

My eyes go wide. “Hey… whoa, no, no, no…” I laugh nervously, wriggling in his arms, trying to get free. “We are not… nope! Not on my mom’s bed!”

Colt just laughs, that deep, rumbling sound vibrating against my chest. “Just my side, baby. I want you to come all over my pillow so I can smell you every single night when I go to sleep.”

I whimper, face burning, and worm my way down his body until my feet hit the floor. My ass stings from the movement and I hiss, “Ow.”