Blake Hart
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Airport Daddy - Part 5
🕑 Added 2025-02-23 09:30:01 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
I didn’t waste another second I put him on his back on the table. My hands gripped his hips tightly, pulling him closer as I positioned myself between his legs. His breath hitched, his body trembling beneath me, and I could see the mix of fear and anticipation in his wide, glassy eyes. Good. He’s exactly where I want him. I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “You’re gonna take it all, Larren. And you’re gonna thank me for it.”
He whimpered, a soft, desperate sound that sent a shiver down my spine. I smirked, my fingers digging into his hips as I pressed the tip of my cock against his entrance. He gasped, his body stiffening for a moment before I pushed in, slow and steady, just enough to make him squirm. “Oh, Daddy,” he moaned, his voice trembling, and I felt a surge of satisfaction coursing through me.
“That’s right,” I growled, my grip tightening as I pushed deeper, inch by inch, until I was fully inside him. His body clenched around me, tight and warm, and I let out a low groan. Fuck, he feels amazing. I started moving, slow at first, my hips rocking against his as I watched his face, his lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you?” I taunted, my voice rough with need. He nodded frantically, his hands gripping the edge of the table as he tried to steady himself. I smirked, picking up the pace, my thrusts growing harder, deeper, until the table beneath us was shaking with the force of it. His moans filled the room, loud and unrestrained, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. I’m the one who’s doing this to him. I’m the one who’s making him fall apart.
“Daddy, please,” he whimpered, his voice breaking as I slammed into him again and again. His body was fully surrendering to me now, his legs wrapping around my waist as he pulled me closer, desperate for more. I leaned down, my lips brushing against his neck as I whispered, “You’re mine, Larren. And I’m not done with you yet.”
His breath hitched, a soft mewl escaping his lips as I continued to pound into him, each thrust harder than the last. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies colliding, his moans mixing with my grunts as I lost myself in the sensation. He was so tight, so warm, and I could feel the pressure building inside me, my orgasm drawing closer with every stroke.
“Daddy,” he gasped, his body arching beneath me as I reached between us, my hand wrapping around his cock. He was hard, throbbing in my grip, and I started stroking him in time with my thrusts. His moans grew louder, more frantic, and I knew he was close. “Let it go, Larren,” I commanded, my voice rough and urgent. “Cum for me.”
He let out a strangled cry, his entire body tensing as he came, his cum spilling over my hand and streaking his stomach in thick ropes. His chest heaved, beneath me, but I didn’t stop—not even for a second. If anything, the sight of him unraveling only spurred me on, my thrusts turning relentless as I chased my own high.
His body clenched around me, hot and impossibly tight, dragging a low, guttural groan from my throat. My grip on him tightened as my rhythm stuttered, pleasure surging through me in sharp, uncontrollable waves. My hips snapped forward one last time, burying myself deep as I finally came, filling his insides, my cum surging forward until the very last drop. Even then, I didn’t pull away immediately—I stayed there, breathing him in, feeling him tremble beneath me, completely spent and utterly mine.
I stayed inside him for a moment, my breath ragged as I tried to steady myself. His body was limp beneath me, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to catch his breath. I smirked, leaning down to press a rough kiss to his lips. “You did good, Larren,” I murmured, my voice soft but still laced with dominance. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Before I could do anything else, the door swung open, and I froze, my head snapping up to see Thompson standing there, his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “You found another subby twink slut, Ford. How do you do it?”
I pulled out of Larren with a wet pop, my smirk widening as I turned to face Thompson. “You want a turn?” I asked, my voice dripping with challenge. “He’s still warm and broken in now.”
Thompson’s eyes gleamed with interest as he stepped further into the room, his gaze raking over Larren’s trembling form. “Oh, I think I’ll take you up on that offer,” he said, his voice low and predatory.
Larren whimpered softly, his body still quivering from the intensity of our encounter. His wide eyes flicked between us, a mix of fear and curiosity swirling in their depths. I leaned down, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Don’t worry, baby,” I murmured. “Thompson’s gonna take good care of you.”
Thompson wasted no time. He unbuckled his belt with practiced ease, his pants dropping to the floor as he positioned himself behind Larren. I watched with a satisfied grin as he pressed the tip of his cock against Larren’s hole, already slick with my cum. Larren gasped, his body tensing for a moment before Thompson pushed in, slow but firm.
“Fuck, he’s tight,” Thompson groaned, his hands gripping Larren’s hips as he bottomed out. Larren let out a shaky moan, his fingers clawing at the edge of the table as Thompson started to move.
I moved to stand beside them, my hand reaching down to stroke Larren’s cheek. “You’re doing so good, baby,” I cooed, my voice soft but commanding. “Take it all for him.”
Thompson’s thrusts grew harder, more urgent, and Larren’s moans filled the room once again. His body was being used so thoroughly, so completely, and I could see the pleasure and submission written all over his face. Thompson grunted, his pace quickening as he chased his orgasm.
“I’m gonna fill you up more, slut,” Thompson growled, slamming into Larren one final time before he came, filling him up just as I had. Larren cried out, his body tensing as he was overwhelmed by the sensation.
When Thompson finally pulled out, Larren collapsed onto the table, utterly spent. I smirked, running a hand through his hair. “Good boy,” I whispered. “You took us both so well.”
