Page 44 of Demon Boss' Baby Load
Nat couldn’t even breathe; he was so full of cock.
“Sleep,” Duke murmured.
“O-okay,” Nat wheezed.
How the fuck was he supposed to sleep now, when he was still achingly hard, his hole stretched and tingling around Duke?
He tried to hold himself still. But he had to wriggle a little to get comfortable. Just that the movement made Duke slide in and out of him, grinding against his sensitive spot.
Keep still,he told himself.Don’t move, don’t even breathe.
Then he sneezed, his ass shoving back against Duke. Duke’s length ground hard against his prostate; Nat’s precum shot everywhere. Duke hissed.
He waited for Duke to soften. He tried counting the seconds and minutes, because his job was to hold Duke’s cock, and go to sleep.
But Dukestayed hard.
Each time Nat squirmed, Duke moved inside him, sending another jolt of bliss up his spine.
Duke tightened his arm around Nat and pulled him back down his cock. Nat writhed, on the verge of coming again.
He thought maybe Duke might fall asleep. Except Duke rolled his hips, pushing himself deeper. As though he wanted to keep Nat open all night.
Nat shoved his clean hand against his lips, trying to stifle his moan.
“Nat,” Duke growled in his ear. “Sleep.”
“I can’t,” Nat gasped. “You’re so big.”
Duke reached down, finding Nat completely hard. He groaned. “Didn’t you already come?” He released Nat and patted the mattress in front of him, making a sound. “Where’s your cum?”
“In my hand. I’m not supposed to dirty your bed.”
Duke growled louder. He wrapped his hand around Nat’s, bringing it to his lips. Then he licked off Nat’s cum with slow, long strokes of his tongue, over the stumps of Nat’s missing fingers, and he didn’t even stop.
Nat’s heart stuttered. “But—my fingers. They’re missing.”
“This is still you.” Duke dragged his tongue over the stumps again. And he closed his mouth around Nat’s remaining fingers, sucking them clean.
Nat thrashed, his body clenching, precum squirting from his tip.
“Fuck, you like that.” Duke gave a slow thrust. “Sometime soon, I’ll have to suck you off. Taste your cum straight from the source.” He closed his mouth over the side of Nat’s throat andsucked. Nat’s spine arched; Duke sucked harder. “You squeeze so hard around me when you squirm.”
“I can’t stop thinking about your cock,” Nat whimpered.
Duke groaned. He rolled Nat beneath him, before pulling out halfway and fucking in deep.
Nat screamed into his other hand, coming again.
“For the record,” Duke growled between his thrusts. “If I’m going to fill you with my cock—”thrust“—you’re allowed to come—”thrust, thrust“—wherever you want. Especially when you’re—”thrust“—impaled on me.”Thrust, thrust, thrust.
This time, Duke didn’t slow down. He pounded ruthlessly into Nat, over and over until Nat thrashed and came, and came again.
Duke was like a cross between an animal and a machine, hammering so hungrily against Nat’s prostate that Nat’s toes curled. He tried to breathe. Duke wrapped his fist around Nat’s cock and fucked him into that tight channel, so Nat writhed and came hard.
Duke began to thrust faster, his cock swelling, his strokes going short and urgent. He bit lightly on Nat’s shoulder, almost a bonding mark.
For a heartbeat, Nat thought Duke might accidentally bond with him.
