Chapter 27
Chapter 27:
“Oh, my beautiful boy, you know how I like to be the one who gets you off,” he whispered, biting my ear and squeezing my butt cheeks before slapping them as he tugged my cotton shorts down to my thighs.
It was his newest gift for me. Among the brothers, Nash was the one who liked to dress me up.
This month, he wanted me in soft cotton shorts and tiny crop tops. I was to parade around the apartment wearing his chosen clothes and nothing else. My abs were visible, my belly exposed, and the line of my dick was noticeable the second I greeted him.
“Have I told you that you look beautiful in these clothes?” He turned me around, pushing my chest against the kitchen wall, holding my wrists above my head, and told me to keep them there.
“You have, and thank you for these.
They’re surprisingly comfortable,” I replied. He laughed the moment I said it, grinding his erection against my ass.
His lips were on the back of my neck, sucking and licking me, leaving marks while his hands roamed my body and started stroking my dick. I moaned the moment he unzipped his pants.
“Lube,” he whispered hoarsely, knowing I would reach into one of the kitchen drawers where I kept a bottle of lube. With their appetite to have my body on every surface throughout the apartment, I’d learned early on in our arrangement to hide lube in various places. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ.net
The kitchen drawers and cabinets were among the best spots.
I clenched harder the moment he settled deep inside me. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good, boy. I can’t get enough of this supple, young body. You’re so hot.” He grunted, holding me tighter. His grip was likely to leave a mark, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to. I wanted him to cherish my body, and I wanted his words to calm my mind.
“Choke me,” I whimpered. I knew that would push him to get rougher with me, and I’d get high faster, forgetting about everything going on in my life. “Harder,” I urged him, and he gave it his all as his thrusts became sloppy and his teeth nipped my shoulder, hard.
“Fuck, boy, you’re ruining me for other boys, aren’t you p>
“Please, daddy,” I groaned in response to the new nickname, and I shattered in his arms. He filled me with his cum while continuing to stroke my over-sensitive dick, making me shudder as I came.
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He tucked my dick back into my shorts, since my legs felt like cooked spaghetti. “Such a slutty boy, just how I like it.” He turned me around, pushing my back against the wall. His kisses were sweet as he allowed me to climb down from my high. He zipped himself up and then told me to sit back on the kitchen stool.
“Stay there,” he instructed as the door buzzer rang. “Lunch is here p>
We had lunch, and he made me sit on the kitchen stool with my legs spread, one of his knees resting between them, feeding me lasagna from his favorite expensive restaurant.
“You skipped breakfast again, didn’t you p>
It was one of those days when I finished late at the club and was too lazy to make breakfast, knowing I’d have a big lunch with one of the Daniels before I had to go back to work later in the evening.
“I overslept, and I spent the morning tidying up the apartment and doing my laundry p>
“Hmm… will you tell me if it gets to be too much? We can arrange a maid service.” He spooned another bite of food and I opened my mouth, letting him feed me.
This was also one of Nash’s little quirks of the month. I had learned that the man liked to experiment with me. And as part of being a good boy toy, I practically let him do whatever he wanted.