“Do you want to come, sweetheart?”
My question came with another series of blows.
“Yes, yes, fuck.”
“Tsk, tsk. You know better. Now you get an extra punishment.”
“Nooooo. Please, Papa. I sorry.”
“I know, I know. I’m gonna let you come, baby. All you have to do is fuck my lap for it.”
“I need to come, Papa. Please.”
Jakob’s voice was choked with tears now. Oh, this was better.
“Love, I meant it. You can come anytime you want as long as it happens by you rubbing your cock on me.”
I kept a steady rhythm of blows that turned his gorgeous globes from a pretty pink to a deep red. All the while, Jakob writhed against me. I did my best to ignore my hard dick that rubbed against him with every squirm and thrust. Hopefully, I wouldn’t come first. I bit back a groan of my own when his body ground against me.
Jakob’s face was streaked with tears that fell into his open mouth when he moaned deeply. His sobs were mixed with babbled begging to come. With each blow I gave, his movements became more disjointed and jerky. When he turned his head to beg for relief, I saw that he’d been biting his bottom lip, leaving it swollen and raw. His pupils were blown, and he looked wonderfully, filthily defiled.
Jakob’s entire body arched and stilled a moment before I felt hot liquid against my thighs. He threw his head back to shout his release before collapsing across me again. I felt the pulsing of his cock against me, spurts of liquid with each one. My cock was hard to the point of pain, and I was desperate to come myself.
Jakob looked back at me with a soft smile before he slid, boneless, off my lap and onto his knees in front of me. He looked up at me through hooded eyes. Jakob’s spent cock was still half hard even after coming, but his face was splotchy and streaked with tears and sweat. He looked wrecked.
“Papa, wanna suck you. Please, please…need you.” Jakob begged so prettily.
“Go ahead, love. Make Papa feel good.”
Jakob fell on me like a starving man. He swallowed my dick and then choked onthe length. I tried to pull out, but Jakob’s sound of protest stilled my retreat. I held myself still while he adjusted to the intrusion. When his fingers eased their pressure on my outer thighs, I slowly thrust forward. His grunts and whines spurred me on to thrust deeper and faster. His protest turned to moans of satisfaction.
“Sweetheart, you earned your choice,” I rasped out. “Tell me where you want me to come. If you want to swallow me, squeeze my leg. If you want me to come on you, take your hands off.” Jakob immediately withdrew his hands while another groan came from the depths of his core. “Put your hands on your dick. Play with my toy.”
I threaded my fingers through his curls and held his head still while I fucked his face. In just a few strokes, I felt my release surging through my body. My balls pulled up tight and the nerves at the base of my spine snapped and sizzled. It took every ounce of my willpower to pull myself out of Jakob’s mouth so my release could splash over his cheeks and chest. He valiantly tried to catch the cum as it jetted from my dick, but most of it splashed across his face.
When the first few streams hit him, his cock managed a second smaller orgasm that spilled over his fist. I grabbed his hand and licked it clean before he could wipe it off. Jakob’s expression was absolute pure bliss. Sitting on his knees, covered with cum, with a splotchy face and swollen lips, he was absolute perfection.
Perfectly, thoroughly debauched.
It was a few more minutes before either of us could speak or move. When we finally made our muscles work, we headed back into the shower for a quick rinse before bed. After a quick towel dry, balm for Jakob’s ass, and brushing our teeth, I dressed Jakob in his current favorite teddy bear pajamas and tight training pants.
Lately, he’d been asking about the diapers we’d bought before Christmas, but he wasn’t ready to make the leap. I assured him it was always his choice, but I also knew it was only a matter of time before he’d go from dipping his toes in the water to jumping off the deep end.
We snuggled into bed with Jakob’s paci firmly clamped in his mouth. His gentle sucking was better than any white noise machine I’d ever had. Jakob plastered himself to my side, and I wrapped my arm around his shoulders.
“I love you, Jakob.”
“Love you too,” he whispered around the rubber nipple. “Papa, you gonna marry me?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna marry you.”
“Do it ’morrow?”
“I need a little more time to make it happen than that, but soon, okay?”
“Okay, Papa, I just checking.”
“I know. Go to sleep so we can start figuring out our plan in the morning.”
Jakob didn’t answer. A brief look at him revealed the pure smugness on his face, which made me burst into laughter. This boy knew exactly what he was doing.
“Did you cuss on purpose today?”
I didn’t get a confirmation, but his giggle said it all.
