Page 87 of Pretty ’n Peak

Mateo circled the tip, then went back to that sensitive spot. Focusing just on the tip, he didn’t have to worry as much about his teeth, and he knew that he was doing it right. It was magnificent.

“Mmmm… now tongue the slit. Ohhh… Damn, sweetheart. You were born for this. Such a good little cocksucker.”

When Austin said it like that, all he could feel was pride.

“Now take a little more. Don’t worry about your tongue. Keep it flat. There we…” Austin moaned, making Mateo light up inside. “There we go, baby. So good.”

Mateo pressed forward. He wanted to take it all. It was just so long. So much cock, but if he could get it all, Austin would be so pleased.

It was like a challenge. The best possible challenge.

Until it tickled the back of his throat.

He pulled back coughing. Why had he thought that would suddenly work when it never had before?

“Slow down, pretty thing. We’ve got time.”

Eyes still stinging, Mateo returned to his task. Austin’s dick was still so heavy and full in his mouth, but he still wished he could get the rest of it.

“Relax, baby. This is about worship. You don’t have to deepthroat to please me.”

That was right. Worship. He swirled his tongue around the head, then sucked a little deeper.

Austin’s breath caught, and if Daddy was happy that was all he needed to worry about.

He switched up his routine. Suckling Austin’s balls, then kissing up his length again, before going back to the tip where he could tongue the slit again.

He could get lost in this. The sights and smells and feelings. The way Austin’s breath was coming harder. The praise raining down on him in interrupted phrases.

Austin shouted something incoherent, and then jerked away, gasping. “Don’t want to come yet.”

He dragged Mateo by his hair, the pain sudden and perfect. That might be his new favorite way to go anywhere. Their bodies rubbed together, Mateo’s lacy shirt dragging over Austin’s cock. “Come up here,” he growled.

Were they going to kiss? Please, please let Daddy Austin kiss him.

But no. Austin was just using him. In the very best way. Pulling him where he wanted and rubbing all over him. “Let me feel how pretty you are.”

All at once Mateo returned to his body. To the satin and lace that wrapped around him, making him feel pretty and seductive.

And so gloriously dirty when he braced his hands on the couch and rubbed his body over Austin’s hard cock.

He whimpered, deep in his throat.

His own saliva and Austin’s pre-come were streaked all over his new shirt. He moved a little to the side, letting the length of Austin’s cock drag against his lace-covered nipple.

Oh, fuck. They were both breathing hard now.

He moved the other way, letting Austin’s tip trail from his neck down to his belly, floating along the criss-crossed ties and the bare skin beneath.

“Beautiful, darling.”

He’d never felt so beautiful in his life.

“Come up here.”

This time, when Austin patted his leg, Mateo knew exactly what to do.

He clambered up onto Austin’s lap, their cocks pressed exquisitely together.