Page 89 of Pretty ’n Peak

For an instant, he tried to pull away. He’d promised himself not to, but his instincts took over. It was too much. Too difficult.

Then Austin was holding his head, forcing him down. Shoving deep. Pinning him in place. And completely owning his mouth.

The tip squeezed in, stretching his throat where he’d never been stretched before. And it was…

God, it was fucking amazing.

Huge.

Austin gently stroked the hair that he’d just pulled. Wiping the tears that he hadn’t even realized were stinging his eyes. “God, you feel good, baby. Breathe through your nose.”

Could he even breathe? He could. Barely. Little sips of breath.

Austin pulled out, just letting him suckle and breathe for a moment.

“Ready for more?”

Yes, Daddy, he thought, but he only nodded.

“I’m not going to go easy on you. Going to use that tight little throat.”

He nodded again. He wanted it. So badly. To be used and adored. Called little and sweet while his throat was fucked raw.

“Breathe,” Austin commanded.

And then that thick rod was pounding down inside him again. Filling him up. In and out while he spluttered and choked, but Austin just didn’t stop.

The rhythm was brutal. Beautiful.

Mateo was a thing to be used. Hurt. Treasured.

Made to please his Daddy.

Who keeps calling him pretty and sexy and so good while he fucked into him.

Their groans merged together, as Mateo frantically sucked in another breath.

Austin pulled back again to rest just the tip on Mateo’s tongue. “Take out that pretty little cock of yours.”

As if in a dream, Mateo freed it from his confines. At a single touch, he was dripping to come. But he hadn’t even realized until just now.

“You’re going to come with my cock down your throat. Stroke yourself now. Just one hand. The other one goes here.” He tapped his thigh.

Right. His safeword.

Mateo ran one glorious hand up his own shaft, and then it was all he could do to keep up with Austin’s rhythm. He was just along for the ride.

A toy to be used. Made to take all of Austin’s pleasure and come on command.

“That’s it, boy, come for me.”

Then Austin thrust down further than he had before. So deep he couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see or smell or even think anything other than Austin. His nose was pressed to Austin’s skin. His beard nested in Austin’s tense balls.

His hand worked furiously, while his head went light.

Austin came with a roar. Mateo could actually feel him pumping down his throat. Filling him up.

God, he was so close. So close to something amazing. Something overpowering.