Page 121 of The Goalie in Room 1

“It was hot as fuck. Now, get the lube. I want to see you open yourself for me.”

My head flopped back on the bed. “Oh my God! You’ve gotta stop talking.”

The fucker laughed. I quit caring when he peeled off his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, so purple and veiny and glistening in the dim light of the room. I’d known he was packing heat, but fuck me. It would be awhile, but I wanted to ride that big dick. I wanted to bounce on it and kneel before it , worshiping it like the divine being it was.

“Like what you see?”

I nodded, licking my lips. “And then some. I have a question…”

“Yes?”

“When can I kneel again?”

His eyes darkened, and he moved faster than a man half his age. Thumb pressed into the soft spot under my chin, his fingers gripped my neck as he angled my face up to his. He kissed me hard, then pulled away to growl, “One of these days that bratty mouth is gonna write a check your ass is gonna have to cash.”

“They don’t call me Money for nothing, Daddy.”

He slanted his mouth over mine while moving me onto my right side. My hand smacked the nightstand until I managed to get the drawer open and the supplies out.

I dropped the condoms…the whole strip…on the bed next to us. Thad pulled from my mouth, scooting down the bed. He took the bottle of lube from me and drizzled it on my hand. Making the biggest mess.

“Now, show me how much you want me.”

I whimpered. And swallowed. And shook. But I did what he asked . I toyed with my hole, stretching it and massaging it. The orgasm had helped, but…

“Look at that pretty hole,” he said, his fingers tracing my hole, the rim, my fingers where I pressed them in and out. “Hmm, baby boy. Daddy can’t wait to fuck it. Can you take a third finger yet?”

“Jesus…”

“That’s not an answer.

“Yes!” I pressed a third against the rim, pushing…

“Good. That’s so good. Daddy’s brat is so good. Does it feel good ? Are you imagining it’s my fingers spreading you open?”

“No!” I gasped.

“No? No it doesn’t feel good? Or no, you aren’t imagining it’s my fingers. Don’t you want me to get you ready to take me?”

“Please, Thad, plea—oh my God!” With little warning, he pressed his finger against my mine, pushing against the rim until our combined fingers popped through. “Yes!”

Warm wet heat surrounded my cock. His mouth sucked me, his fingers gripped mine, taking control of how our fingers fucked my ass. The stretch was almost too intense.

Everything went pitch black and narrowed. Nothing got through but the sounds we made together and the places our bodies touched.

“Oh fuck. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I-I-I oh fuck. Oh fuuuck!”

Fingers pegged my prostate. A tongue cupped my cockhead. Lips dragged over my shaft. Hands played with my balls or squeezed my tits.

“Please,” I cried. My throat felt raw. “So close, Daddy. I’m so, so, so…n-nee-need to come.”

“Gahh!” Cool air ghosted over my wet, heated flesh. “Fuck. Look at you. So needy and desperate. You’re such a beautiful little whore for Daddy, Cash. So fucking perfect.”

The muscles inside and out spasmed when he left me gaping. Needy and desperate just like he said. Sobbing and begging. Embarrassed how quickly I fell apart. Proud and confident in how much this man…how much Thad wanted me.

“Please, please, please, please, please, please, please.” The pleas tumbled out one on top of the other.

Hair pulled.