Serial - Suddenly Daddy Part 53

As your lips part she smiles again, the fun saucy Poppy back again.  “Okay...that was good but...get off of me ya big lug!  You weigh a ton!”  You both laugh.

Her brother's grin widens.  “Feels nice though, doesn't it?  His weight on you.  Holding you down.  Mmmmm.”

Poppy giggles.  She obviously didn't agree but she enjoyed her twin's reaction as he thought about it.

You slip out of her, both of you letting out a happy little noise at the feeling of it.  You sit up, your knees under you and just to the sides.  Poppy's legs come off your back to plop down to either side of you. The remnants of what blanket you did have on you slip off.  Kneeling there you arch your back and bring your arms wide for a big stretch.  Your knotted muscles and achy back thanks you.  That had been a lot of effort right out of a deep sleep!  

Poppy rolls over into her mother's arms.  Curling up she nuzzles deeply into your fiance, her face just above Claire's big breasts.  Claire smiles and holds her daughter close, allowing her girl to just relax into the rising afterglow.  Poppy is making joyful little humming and cooing noises as she savors her mother's touch.  Claire looks up and gives you a big smile before returning her attention to her snuggling daughter.  The two of them hold and caress one another.  Soft private whispers shared between them.  It was touching and it was beautiful.

So, Poppy did enjoy post coitus cuddling after all.  Just not with men.  She was an odd one that girl.  Though the more you thought about it the more you realized that a huge part of what you enjoyed about it was the supple smooth welcoming flesh of your partner pressed to yours.  A woman's body, or a man like your soft Jeremy, was a marvel to feel.  As you watch the tender pets and kisses between the two drop dead gorgeous women you come to the conclusion that Poppy wasn't that odd after all.  If you had a choice between snuggling with yourself or with Claire you sure as hell knew which one you'd pick.

To your other side Jeremy sits up.  The sheet he had cover him tumbles up over his thighs, his raging hard on could be easily seen in his cute kitten panties.  Reaching out he runs a soft hand down your arm then continuing along the leg to the knee.  His eyes were locked on your cock.  Slowwwly those perfect azure eyes scan up your body to meet yours.  His gaze sizzled with sultry sensual suggestion.  His pink lips were slightly parted, the hint of a naughty smile played across them.

This young man, he was so god damned beautiful!  So god damned hot.  The way he looked at you was so god damned pure.  His feminine charms wrapped in an effete young man's body did things to you that simply defied description.  And now that you loved the boy...it was utterly captivating.

This was happening.  You had just gotten your rocks off...but this was fuckin happening.  Right here, right now.  Your boy wanted you and you wanted him.  Claire, Poppy, the cabin...everything fades to the background.

“You made a mess.”  He whispers as he motions down to your still sheathed manhood.

Sitting up tall you fill your lungs and flex your chest and shoulders.  His eyes widen in pure erotic desire.  “Clean me up.”  You order him.

You can see and hear his breath quicken.  You flex and expand your presence in the room.  Your masculine power on display.  He almost imperceptibly shrinks in response.  His head lowers, his chin goes down, his upturned eyes signaling blissful submission.  All of it reigniting the passion within you to a white hot intensity once more.

Your eyes drink in his lithe ivory white body.  That oh so feminine slender waist.  The lean gentle curves of his musculature.  The smooth hairless healthy skin.  That fine boned delicate face.

“Clean me up.”  You say again.

With another catch in his breath he swallows hard.  “Make me.”

The way he said it, his voice small and yielding, it wasn't a challenge to your authority but a request.  He was telling you with word and body language that he would do so if you told him, but he wanted you to make him.  The power he held over you was inescapable.  He had you wrapped up in bonds far stronger than leather or chain.  If that is what he wanted that is what you would do.  You might be the dominant but you were not the one in charge.  You would dive naked through a plate glass window if this boy asked you to.

Reaching out suddenly you grab him by the arm and the back of the neck.  Not roughly but with power and confidence.  He gasps and stiffens at your touch.  “Oh!”  His straining panties push out and his hard-on forces its way up through the waistband.

Pulling him up toward you carefully grab the back of his hair.  His wide blue eyes displayed his consuming arousal.  You hear a sigh of erotic wonder from Claire as well but you tune it out.  You and your boy kneel facing each other body to body in the center of the mattress.

Holding his awestruck face mere inches from yours you ask.  “What did you say to me?”

“M-make me.”  He says again, then hastily.  “S-sir.”

You grin.  “That's better.”

You smash your lips into his, pulling him into you as you kiss him with a power and passion you might hesitate to use on the girls.  You kiss him long and deep before forcibly pulling him back from you by the hair.  He lets out a hissing breath and momentarily bares his teeth.  The fire in your boy was at full blaze.  His blue eyes shine with an inner light.

You feel him begin to resist you.  This was his favorite part and this time you would really let him feel it.  Holding him steady in your strong grip you keep him still.  He was so horny his body must be screaming at him at this point.  He tries to push forward for another kiss but you hold him still.  You see frustration on his youthful face, a good frustration.  He then tries to pull away from you.  Still you hold him in place.  When he tries to go down you hold him up by the arm, if he tries to rise up you hold him down by the back of his neck.  Bringing his free arm up he pushes hard against you...he barely moves an inch as you keep him planted.  You had him and he couldn't escape.  He cannot stop a smile coming to his pretty face.

“Unhh.”  He moans as his struggles increase.  His slim body writhes against you.  He begs you. “Make me...god please make me Daddy.”

“No.”

“UHNNHHH!”  He groans in protest.  Once more he pushes and pulls and twists in your iron grasp with ever increasing verve, but you don't budge.  He wasn't nearly strong enough to break your hold.

With his free hand he suddenly reaches down to grab your package.  You scowl at him and shake your head no.

He lets go immediately.  “UHNH...unhh...”  He whimpers in that womanly voice of his.

Claire says something but you ignore it, she is soon shushed by her daughter.  She could only see her son in distress, she could not see the beaming rapture in the boy's eyes.

Your eyes locked on his you command him.  “Stroke yourself.  Stroke yourself ten times.”

“Yes sir!”

He tries to reach with his dominant hand but you keep that arm firmly under control.  Grabbing his cock with his free left hand he jerks out three quick strokes.

“Slower.  Count them.”  You say.

“Yes sir.  Four...five...six...”  You could see and feel his body responding to the sudden stimulation.

“Stop.”  You order.

“But...”

“Start again.  You cannot cum till I say, you understand boy?”

“Yes sir.”

“One...two...”

“Slower.”

“Unhh...three.....four.....”

“Slower.”

“Unhhh...five...........six...”

“Start again.  Slower.”

“Ohmm...yes sir.  One...”  He pauses, impatience and lust shudder through his body.  “Two..."

You shake your head.  “Nope.”

“Unnnghh...”  Your poor confused boy whines.

“Slower...more gentle.  Pretend...it is my cock.  Show me how much you love me Jeremy.  Touch yourself as if it was me.”

A look of wonderment smooths his twisting features.  He calms as he slowly nods.  “Yes sir.  Onnneee.”

You look down.  The stroke was a long loving one, from his very tip to his very base.  Every inch of it caressed like a treasured thing.

You look back up and smile.  “That's better.”  He smiles back.

“Twwwooo.”  He whispers.

Staring deep in his eyes you say.  “You are precious.  You are perfect.  You are strong.”

“Threeeee.”

“You are mine and I am yours.  I love you so fucking much.”  Even as he strokes you maintain a firm control of his body, though he was no longer struggling.  He was entranced by you.

“Fouuuurrr.”

You bring his right hand up to your lips and give it a wet kiss.  You then rub his soft palm against your beard.  “My beautiful Jeremy.”

“Fiiiive.”

“You are not going to cum.  Not unless I say.”  You state firmly.

He nods.  “Siiiiix.”

“Cause I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked boy.  I'm going to be rough with you.  Is that okay sweetie?”

“Se....ven.”  His voice catches as his eyes widen and his breath picks up at hearing those words.  He nods enthusiastically.  You could see he was really feeling these long sensual strokes.  You hoped he could hold out.

You lean in and nibble his ear before whispering.  “After you're done cleaning me up I am going to hold you down and have my way with you.”

“Unhhh...eeeeiiiight.”  You feel him squirm in your grip.

You sit back once more.  “And when I'm done using your mouth and ass I want you hard and ready for me.  I think I might want to play with your cock, maybe taste you again.  If you've been a good boy...then I'll let you cum.”

“Guhnnnn....niiinneee.”  His sweet face was a mask of overflowing love and desire.

“No gags and no restraints.  I want to handle you myself.  Struggle if you want.  The safe word will be Darklite.  Remember that boy, Darklite.”

He nods his understanding.  “Tennnnn.”  He finishes the last of his his tender affectionate strokes.  He immediately lets go of himself, as if he was afraid any more and he'd pop.  You see a dribble of clear precum ooze down his beautiful twitching pale shaft.  He'd gotten right to the edge, but now he would have to wait.

You kiss him deeply once more.  “I love you Jeremy.”

“I love you Ted.”  He sighs.

And with that you grip the back of your boy's neck and push his head roughly downward.