Naughty November

Chapter 5

FIVE

ROMEO ARES

I moved him so his hands were flat on the bed beside his head, and I slid my fingers between his, lightly gripping them as I curled my much larger frame over his delicate one. The slow thrusts in and out were testing my stamina and felt like more of a journey than they did a race to the finish. My synapses were firing on all cylinders, and I moaned in his ear.

“You feel amazing. Taking my thick cock so well. Daddy is loving your tight little hole, boy. Fucking hell.”

As my thrusts continued, a little faster now, I found a rhythm with my hips, my glutes clenching and releasing, and my dick harder than ever and leaking precum deep inside of this gorgeous boy’s body. I was becoming obsessed with the thought of breeding him and using the new plug I’d taken from my drawer earlier so I could keep him nice and full.

“Daddy’s gonna fill you with his cum. And you’re going to thank me for it because you’re such a slutty little brat.”

I released one of his hands and slid my arm underneath him, finding his cock hard as a rock and leaking precum all over my sheets. “ You’re hard and leaking for me. Fuck, that’s hot. I’m gonna milk your pretty little dick while I fuck you. Would you like that?”

I slowly eased my way out of him and gently turned him over, then bent and spread his legs. Slicked up with more lube, I slowly entered him inch by inch. I knew this boy was far from a virgin with his age and the way he was acting, but I’d never felt anyone as tight as Jules was as he squeezed the fuck out of my dick.

Once I was balls deep, I wrapped my still lubed hand around his hard little shaft and gently stroked him in time with my own thrusts. God, why did I love that his dick was small? It fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. He let out a sweet soft purr, and I closed my eyes at that beautiful sound. This boy was a kitten. Unexpected, but I loved how well it fit with what little I knew about him.

A soft, deep growl rumbled from my chest as I leaned down and whispered, “So that’s what you are, hmm? A sweet little femme kitty. You keep surprising me, boy. But knowing what I know now, I rather like the fact I’m fucking a kitten’s tight little pussy.”

Surprised at how the thought of it aroused me even more, as it wasn’t something I’d ever imagined would be a turn-on, I surged in and out of him a little faster. I squeezed harder on Jules’s cock, eliciting a choked cry and a tightening of his wet hole. Pumping him in time with my thrusts kept drawing out his reactions. Slight movements and soft sounds from this boy were slowly becoming my own personal aphrodisiac.

“I think I’ll call my gorgeous kitty… Jewel. Because you’re so fucking beautiful, sleeping so peacefully for me while I use your tight little pussy for my pleasure. Purr for me, pretty boy.”

Something about my words caused him to suck in a breath as he clenched my dick. I growled and my hips jerked, surging inside of him. “What if I bought you some fuzzy kitten ears? You’d wear them for me and prance around to get my attention. I think a leash with little bells would keep you in line though, wouldn’t it?”

Little soft mewls were his response to my words, convincing me even more that he was cognizant enough to react to me as he slept. I moved my free hand under his head and gripped his hair as I gentled my grip on his cock and stopped tugging on it, knowing even in his sleep he’d grow frustrated. His little whimper the slight bucking of his hips had me grinning.

Chuckling softly, I gave him what he wanted, tightening my fist and then jerking his cock several times. He bucked his hips and drew in a sharp breath, mewling like a little kitten again.

“Good boy. I think I’ll need a plug with a long kitten tail that swishes when you walk. And what about some little mittens to keep you from scratching when you’re being a little brat, hmm?”

Jules arched his back and his dick convulsed a little in my hand, spurting some precum on my palm, and he clamped down on my dick again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he was utter perfection. As much as I wanted to hold off for both of us, I needed to come and knew it was going to blow my fucking mind when I did. But I wouldn’t come until I knew he was about to, desperately needing us to go over at the same time.

“You’re doing so good, little one. You’re such a well-behaved kitty when you’re sleeping, squeezing your tight pussy on Daddy’s cock. I don’t think I can hold out much longer. I’m gonna make you come so hard.”

When his body quivered and he sucked in a shaky breath, I couldn’t keep a wide grin off my face. “Oh, you want that, don’t you? Want Daddy to come at the same time? I want that too, kitten.”

His only response was another shudder and a whine. I leaned awkwardly over him, my dick nearly slipping out of his hole, and grabbed the plug and lube from the nightstand. I lubed the toy and then put my freshly lubed hand back on his shaft. I quickened my pace until I was pounding into him, the sound of our skin slapping together as my hips met his ass echoing through the room.

“Fuck, oh fuck, kitten. So, so, so fucking good.”

The headboard was slamming against the wall, and this boy—this absolutely stunning boy—was still out of it. But that didn’t stop the sounds of pleasure coming from him, such as those “Uh, uh, uhs” every time I slammed into him, like my dick was punching those noises out of him. The control this boy gave me without even knowing me hit me so hard I nearly shattered, but held on by a thread. It was only when his hole squeezed the fuck out of my dick that I finally let go, jerking his cock in my fist harder and faster .

I came with a growl as my hips stuttered and my thrusts became short and jerky, before I bottomed out and held myself deep inside of him. I curled my body over his, resting my forehead against the spot where his shoulder met his neck, as spurt after spurt continued to shoot deep inside him.

I was barely aware I was still jerking him off until I heard a choked cry and then my hand and his beautifully cut abs were painted with his cum. My dick gave its last spurt, as if in reaction to the boy’s orgasm, and I stayed where I was—one hand still gripping his hair and the other his dick—as we both panted until our breaths became even again.

His body practically melted into my mattress, finally spent and still completely asleep. But when I raised my head, he had a tiny, utterly captivating, satisfied smile on his face. And I knew right then and there, in my eyes, there was nothing more perfect than Jules in that moment.

I needed to get up and grab a towel to clean him up, but something took over me and I rubbed all his cum into his smooth stomach before licking my fingers to taste his essence.

My job was done and yet I knew without a doubt this wasn’t the end. I was too affected by him, even while he slept, and that deserved some exploration, even though it was the last thing in the world I should do.

I reached over and grabbed the lubed plug and then slowly sat up. I pulled my cock out before it had time to go soft, and his whimper of dismay had me grinning. Silly, desperate little kitten. When I replaced it immediately with the plug, he gave a satisfied sigh and melted into the bed again.

I finally got up and went to get a warm, wet washcloth, and cleaned him up. Once again, I kneeled between his splayed legs and just took my fill of him, my eyes taking in every inch of his flawless skin, knowing I was letting myself get carried away and inching entirely too close to an obsession with him. I sighed and moved to his side, yanking the covers up and over us both.

I needed to shut down this fascination with him and go to sleep. But no one had to know that I slid my arm under him so his head would be pillowed on my bicep, or that I pulled him as close as he could get to me, his back flush to my front. I couldn’t keep myself from tightening my arm around him so he wouldn’t escape, or throwing my leg over his hip to keep him locked in place. I gave in to my desires, kissed his shoulder, and settled into a comfortable position.

“Good night and sleep tight, my gorgeous little kitten,” I murmured, as I began to fall asleep exactly where I wanted to be.

And I could have sworn I heard him whisper, “Goodnight, Daddy,” as he hummed and then we both fell silent.

Hours later, I woke up like I did every other day, bright and early at five in the morning—though I was happy I had blackout curtains and blackout shades over the single large window against the far wall of the room.

Jules had turned and curled against me while we slept, his silky hair tickling my chin and his soft, rhythmic breaths ghosting over my naked chest. I guess I unconsciously tightened my grip because he moved his arm around me in a barely there hug.

He murmured “Mmm, Daddy” did things to the morning wood I was sporting. Thinking he was awake, I pulled farther away and looked down at him, but his eyes remained closed and his face was still relaxed in sleep. I softly carded my fingers through his hair, eliciting a little shiver before he settled in again. Fucking adorable.

I gathered him closer, kissed the top of his head, and enjoyed the feeling of his small hand lightly caressing my skin, moving without thought. After a few more seconds of that, he went lax again, and I continued holding him close. Surprisingly, my body shut down with his, and as I was thinking how I never fell back to sleep after I woke in the morning, there I was doing just that.