I open up wider for him, kissing him back in slow, tantalizing laps, tasting him and purring into his mouth like the desperate, needy thing I am.

James’s hand rushes up my chest to my throat where he holds on, fingers at my jaw, feeling it flex while we kiss each other stupid, lust-drunk and feverishly falling from grace.

“I’m gonna come,” I whisper into his mouth, my dick already twitching out pulse after pulse of precum every time he hits my prostate with that fat, swollen head.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” His hand leaves my throat, though his lips keep sucking at mine, fingers gliding down my abs to my cock. He fists it and tugs, taunting my orgasm. I nod fast. “Come in my hand, sweet thing. Give me what I want… your cum all the fuck over the place.”

God. Fucking. Damn.

I explode. The orgasm hits me like a torpedo. Unlike anything I could have ever done to myself, or anything some other dude could attempt. This is all James, detonating my balls and turning my dick into a fucking hose.

Cum sprays all over the place while he milks it from me, his hips still pumping, giant cock still sliding, owning the fuck out of my ass until I have nothing left to give.

I can’t fucking breathe, but James is giving me his oxygen, panting and groaning silent sobs on my lips. “You’re so sweet, Jesse. You come so good for Daddy, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I cry. Because yes. Yes yes yes, Daddy… that sounds good. “I’m coming for you… I’m coming… fucking… everywhere.”

“Mmm… Good boy, baby. You want me to pour into your ass nice and deep?”

My body is humming. I have no idea what’s happening or where I am. “Yes. Please…”

“You want me to fill you up until your warm, tight hole is overflowing with my cum?”

“God, fuck yes… fuck fuck…” What am I even saying??

Jesus, this man… Where did that filthy mouth come from?

James’s hip buck into me steadily as he sucks my bottom lip and tugs it with his teeth for only a few more pumps until I feel his cock swell to an almost irrational thickness.

And then I feel the hot spurts of liquid filling me from the inside.

“Baby… I’m coming in you,” he croaks, bringing his cum-drenched fingers up to our mouths.

He licks some up, then licks my lip. Then I lick some. Until we’re both cleaning his fingers off, tasting my cum like sweet icing.

What… in… the… actual… fuck?

Curling up into him, my ass clenches on his erection, still firm, though I can tell he’s done coming. He wedges his face into the crook of my neck, breathing me in while catching his breath, arms circling me and holding me to him tight.

And we lie like this in his bed, for many quiet moments. The only sounds to be heard are those of our breaths evening out, and icy snow hitting the windows from outside. It must be freezing out there…