Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
It depends how many I can give you before I jizz my pants. I was having trouble holding it together from just the thought alone, but I shook my head clear and counted the blocks on the floor. “You failed to pick up twelve blocks, so that’s how many spanks you’re going to get.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Before I got right to it, I took the time to caress my hand over his ass, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin poking through the rough lace. Each of his cheeks fit perfectly in my palm. I squeezed his flesh gently, and Keegan moaned beneath me. He pushed his groin against my thigh, pressing his hip into my hard cock with perfect friction. My eyes tried to disappear into my skull again, but I forced them forward. I didn’t want to miss a thing. Besides, it was time to take control of the situation.
I raised my hand and dropped it onto his flesh with a crack. Keegan’s head tipped back and he moaned at the ceiling, and another one followed when I slapped his other cheek. He seemed to be fine with the force, so I gave each cheek another crack before stopping to admire my work.
Keegan’s skin was growing pink from the pressure, and I could make out the shapes of my long fingers. My boy whimpered beneath me as I traced along the outlines, but I knew it wasn’t from discomfort; it was from need.
I lifted my hand again, and then dropped in quick succession, covering every inch of his flesh in blush-colored welts. Keegan writhed beneath me, grinding against my hard cock and drawing a long groan from my throat.
“Two more, baby,” I announced, and my boy raised his hips, lifting his red, swollen flesh towards me, silently begging for more. I obliged, swatting his left cheek, the sound of the smack and Keegan’s pleasured cry echoing against the walls.
He keened at the last blow to his right cheek, and his skin burned as bright red as his lacy underwear. I could barely make out what was flesh and what was fabric.
“Please, Daddy…” Keegan’s voice was raw with desire as he begged, “Please touch me.”
But just as I caressed my hand across his hot flesh to rub out the burn, I realized that wasn’t what he was asking for when he rolled over onto his back. He hissed when his ass brushed against my thighs, and I gasped aloud when I got my first glimpse of his cock.
It was about five inches long, thin, and cut. His pale skin looked beautiful behind the fiery lace, as did his shaved-smooth balls. I cupped his shaft, feeling that his panties were soaked with pre-cum. My boy loved his punishment.
I closed my fingers around his length and stroked him through the lace, enjoying the roughness against my palm. But the barrier couldn’t keep his slick liquid from seeping into my skin.
Keegan’s hand clutched my bulging forearm as I pumped him. His eyes were screwed shut tightly, but his mouth stood agape, with a string of moans and whimpers escaping it.
His hips thrust up into my fist as I stroked him. His fingernails sank into my flesh. His whole body jerked, and his cock exploded in my hand, painting thick white lines onto my fingers, his undies, and his skirt.
His thin chest heaved as he caught his breath and came down from the heights of passion. His grip slowly released, leaving behind little crescent moon shapes in my skin. His eyes peeled open, though they were still unfocused as he looked at me dreamily.
“You’re perfect,” I told him, my voice thick with my own desire. Watching him get off lit my own blood on fire. His pleasure was my aphrodisiac.
“You are, Daddy.” Keegan practically melted into a puddle on the floor, settling onto his knees in front of me. I thought he was just relaxing, but the spark in his eyes told a different story. “You made me feel so good. Can I make you feel good too?”
Before he was even finished with his sentence, my hand was on the waistband of my jeans. “Yes,” I breathed as I popped the button. The zipper was pushed down by the weight of my hard cock.
Keegan was quick to fish my flesh free from the cotton of my boxers. “Oh wow, you are perfect.” I was seven inches long, cut, and thick, and my boy was drooling over it like it was the most delicious snack he’d ever seen.
I didn’t have to invite him to take a taste. My boy leaned in and wrapped his lips around my tip. He sucked hard and flicked his tongue across my slit, lapping up the pre-cum bubbling from me.
I gripped the blanket beneath me as Keegan slid his mouth down my shaft, swallowing my flesh until it bumped the back of his throat. His pretty blue eyes locked onto mine as he glided up and down, gobbling nearly every inch of my length. Every time his lips settled around my base, he gagged slightly, making his eyes water. I wiped away the moisture so that his eye makeup didn’t run.