Page 160 of Pretty ’n Peak

Daddy started sucking him, and he arched upward, digging his heels into the mattress. He wanted it now. He was chasing it.

That edge of too much and not enough.

Daddy’s hand got faster. The vibrations grew stronger.

He was breaking in half.

His balls actually hurt, trying to draw up when there was nothing left to give.

And Daddy didn’t let up. Slurping. Stroking. Faster and faster.

Mateo’s hips were rocking on the mattress now, driving the plug up against his sensitive channel.

“That’s right, boy. You can do it.” Daddy’s breath was warm as he kissed down his length, until he was taking Mateo’s balls into his mouth. His other hand circled his cockhead, palm flat against the slippery, oversensitive skin.

“Daddy…” His whole body was shaking. Or maybe it had never stopped. “Daddy! Please, Daddy!”

Daddy’s hand went away for a moment and the vibrations turned up another notch.

Daddy’s wet mouth engulfed him again. Then he was…

Oh, fuck. He was in Daddy’s throat. He hadn’t realized how good it would feel. How tight. How warm. Daddy was deepthroating him, squeezing his head in that delicious sheath that had to be some kind of heaven.

Every muscle in his body tensed, straining toward that beautiful ecstasy.

This time, his orgasm pounded through him like an earthquake. Like something was being ripped out of him.

Euphoria and light and such a complete dedication to his Daddy that it suffused everything else.

This time, when he collapsed back onto the bed, he was well and truly spent. His cock felt like a wet balloon. His limbs were like noodles.

Only that vibrating ring was still humming. And Daddy was still suckling his limp tip.

He whimpered.

Because he already knew Daddy wasn’t going to stop.

And maybe he was crazy, because he didn’t want him to either.

He felt like he was breaking through something. Some wall that only Daddy could lead him through.

“Daddy?” He was whining. Pleading.

“Such a good girl.”

Daddy’s praise was everything.

“You can give me one more, can’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He had no idea how. But that was for Daddy to decide.

He paid scant attention to the sounds of Daddy fiddling with something. No doubt, some other evil toy.

Only when it touched his cock, a round, vibrating ball just beneath his crown, it was wonderful.

And horrible.