Oh god. Oh god oh fuck.
talk to me more. please. yes. this is. this is my life now. sssshhhiiiiieeeeetttt
Jesse had heard the labored squeaking of the bed springs, but he still had pushed the door open, head still fuzzy from dehydration over the last three days before they had stumbled out of the murky bayou and practically onto the Bakers’ doorstep.
He stands in the doorway, staring blankly at the large bodies moving on the bed; the moonlight from the window is bright enough to see everything – like his commander arching his back and pressing his ass up, wide hips framed by big, strong hands. He can even see how they squeeze once, accompanying the low, drawled ‘There’s a good boy’ before one travels up, sliding along the dip of his spine, towards the nape of his neck and then pressing down until his Commander… his Commander groans and capitulates and whispers a soft, almost questioning: “Daddy.”
“Yes, boy. I got you. Daddy got you good. Gonna give you right what you need.”
Mr. Baker still is wearing his glasses. The moonlight reflects in them; small, round spectacles that have slipped forward on the tip of his nose. He has a round, hairy belly and broad shoulders, and Jesse can feel his mouth dropping open, saliva gathering on his tongue as Mr. Baker takes his cock – fat and dark with need – and rubs the tip against Reyes’ hole.
Jesse can’t see it like that, but it looked nice; like he was preparing him for what to come. Priming him for the slow, gentle push of his hips, Reyes shuddering all over, massive hands curling into the bedding, grunting drawn out into his pillow, all the while Mr. Baker keeps him held down with one authoritative hand on the back of his neck.
“That’s it. Nice and easy. Got a pretty cunt for daddy, dont’cha? Yeah you do. Open up for me. Yeah… just like that.”
Mr. Baker is murmuring, mid-western drawl so broad it made Jesse ache, cock throbbing, joints feeling dangerously hot and loose – so ready to supplicate himself for that man with the thin hair and thick beard.
“Daddy, please,” Reyes groans as Mr. Baker rocks deeper, slowly, like he has all the time in the world – the bed creaking loud and obnoxiously and only adding to Jesse’s desperate erection.
“Oh look-ie there… don’t just stand there, lad. Come on in; how’s daddy supposed to take care of you if you’re all the way over there.”
Jesse stumbles closer, the door falling shut behind him with a soft click, eyes not leaving Mr. Baker’s face. The man was not as impressive in stature as Reyes was – at last not anymore… Jesse had seen pictures of him when he was younger and still with the military – but he was more than happy to submit to him; cuddle up to his Commander and ask Daddy for cock.
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