[BL] Obsessed with Him, Surrendered to His Voice

Chapter 23: Chapter 23: Taking Sugar Daddy Big Cock

~Reynolds POV~

He didn’t waste another second. He pulled me closer against his chest and leaned in to capture my lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

I didn’t hesitate. I kissed him back with sudden, desperate hunger, parting my lips and welcoming him in like I’d been starving for him. Every bit of anxiety, every lonely day spent waiting, dissolved into the heat of our mouths. My hands flew up, tangling into the thick hair at the nape of his neck, arching my chest harder against his, pulling him up into me, needing him to feel how ready I was.

Frederick groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through my chest as I shifted over him. His grip on my waist tightened instantly, anchoring me firmly while he surged upward to meet me. The kiss turned fierce and demanding, no longer a sweet promise, but a consuming fire. His tongue swept against mine in a heated, punishing rhythm that made my toes curl and sent a jolt of liquid heat straight down my spine.

I whined softly against his mouth, completely lost in the taste of him. My hips moved instinctively, grinding against him as the air between us grew thick, heavy, and burning hot.

Frederick pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes burning with a raw intensity. He traced a rough thumb over my bottom lip before his voice dropped to a low, gravelly whisper.

”I want to fuck you so hard, little pet,” he growled. ”Make you cum on my face... make you scream and beg for my cock. Are you ready?”

My chest rose and fell in shallow, shaking breaths. The heat between my legs had already turned into a heavy, aching need. I nodded frantically.

”Yes... I’m ready.”

A dark, approving smirk curved his lips. ”I want you very naughty for me... sexy and spoiled, Reynold. That’s what I like. Okay?”

”Okay,” I murmured, my voice trembling.

In one smooth motion, Frederick lifted me off his chest and laid me flat on the mattress. He stood and stripped without wasting a second, revealing his thick, heavy cock already hard and leaking at the tip. He walked to his bag, grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube, then climbed back onto the bed, looming over me.

He dropped the foil packet onto my chest. ”Put it on for me.”

I pushed up onto my elbows, tore the packet open with my teeth, and pulled out the condom. My hands were slightly shaky as I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, stroking him slowly before rolling the latex down.

Frederick’s head tipped back. ”Fuck...” he groaned, the sound rough and deep. His hand clamped over my wrist, guiding me as I stretched the condom all the way down his thick cock.

Once it was on, he poured a generous amount of lube over himself, slicking his length thoroughly. Then he lay back against the pillows. His hands locked onto my hips and pulled me forward until I was straddling him again.

He squeezed more lube onto his fingers and pressed two of them against my entrance, pushing inside and stretching me open with slow, deliberate strokes. I gasped, clinging to his shoulders as my body adjusted, bracing for the moment he would finally pull me down onto his cock.

But he didn’t.

Instead, Frederick shifted back against the headboard, sitting up slightly, eyes locked on mine.

”Come up,” he ordered, his voice dark and commanding. ”Sit on my face.”

He didn’t give me time to process. His strong hands gripped my waist, lifted me off his lap, and dragged me forward until I was kneeling over his face.

I blinked through the haze. ”What...?”

He didn’t give me time to process. His strong hands gripped my waist, lifted me off his lap, and dragged me forward. He guided my knees up and outward until I was straddling his head, thighs spread wide on either side of his face.

Frederick’s head rested between my open legs, his hot breath ghosting over my cock.

”Grab the headboard,” he commanded. ”Hold on tight, little pet. Don’t you move.”

My fingers scrambled for the wooden frame above me. Frederick’s large hands clamped firmly around my thighs, keeping them spread as he pulled me down until the head of my cock pressed against his lips.

Before I could catch my breath, he opened his mouth and took me in.

A sharp, electric jolt shot straight up my spine, tearing a loud, breathless cry from my throat. My hips jerked instinctively, but his grip tightened like a vise, locking me in place.

”I told you not to move,” he growled around me, the vibration sending shivers through my whole body.

Then he went to work.

He dragged his tongue slowly from the base of my cock all the way up to the tip, then swirled it around the head like he was tasting melting ice cream. A wet, filthy sound filled the room as he sealed his lips around me and sank, taking me deeper with every slow bob of his head. His tongue never stopped moving—circling, pressing, dragging along the underside while he sucked hard enough to make my thighs shake.

”Ah... fuck—Frederick—” I moaned, the sound breaking as he took me even deeper. My fingers tightened on the headboard. Another long, wet pull of his mouth forced a louder, helpless moan out of me. He licked up my cock again, slow and thorough, before sucking the head back into the heat of his mouth with a filthy, hungry sound that made my hips jerk.

My left hand let go of the wood, dropping down to bury itself deep into the strands of his hair, while my other hand clung desperately to the headboard to keep from collapsing.

”Fuck... please, faster,” I pleaded, my voice breaking on a sob of pure need.

Frederick’s hand slowly moved around to my slick entrance. He didn’t push inside right away; instead, he teased me, his thumb and forefinger circling the soaked, trembling rim of my hole while his mouth kept up its punishing rhythm on my length. I threw my head back against the mattress, gripping his hair tighter, forcing his mouth to move faster as I bucked my cock into his wet mouth.

Then, with a smooth, effortless slide, Frederick slipped one long finger inside my tight, clenching hole.

I gasped, a high-pitched cry cutting through the room, and thrust my cock deeper into his mouth as he began to curl his finger inside me, milking my prostate with a slow, deliberate curve.

”Please... don’t stop,” I moan, my body shivering from the double torment.

Without breaking his rhythm, Frederick added a second finger. He scissored them inside me, stretching my tight walls apart, before sliding a third finger home right alongside the others. The three of his fingers stretched me wide, moving in and out with a wet, squelching friction that blended with the obscene, heavy sounds of his mouth sucking greedily down on my cockhead, swirling his tongue around the weeping slit over and over again.

Please, I can’t take it... It’s too much, it’s too much—!”

His fingers twisted inside me in a rapid, ruthless scissor motion, hooking upward to hammer against my sensitive spot with every thrust, while his mouth swallowed me whole, the hot vacuum of his lips creating a deafening schlick-schlick-schlick of suction and the wet, rhythmic slap of his tongue against my cock.

The sounds of my frantic, broken moans echoed off the walls, drowning out everything else in the suite. My inner muscles clamped down frantically around his fingers, the combination of his mouth draining my cock and his hand tearing me apart from behind pushing my nervous system past the breaking point.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The pleasure was too blinding, too sharp, burning straight through my veins.

”H-ha... I’m close, I’m going to cum—please, Frederick—!”

Frederick didn’t slow his fingers for a fraction of a second, nor did his mouth ease up on my cock. He drove his three fingers harder, scissoring them rapidly while his throat swallowed every inch of my length, his tongue swirling a furious circle around the throbbing tip.

”Huh-ah...I’m cumm... I’m going to cum!”

With a final, desperate cry, I tore my cock from his mouth, my hand flying down to wrap around my cock, stroking it frantically a few times as my body seized.

Ahhh—!

I came hard, crying out as thick, hot ropes of my release shot across his face, splattering against his cheeks and chin.

Even as I spilled, Frederick didn’t pull his hand out of my hole. He kept his fingers pumping deep inside me, milking the very last drops of my orgasm as I shook from head to toe, my eyes squeezed shut in sheer sensory overload. Only after I had emptied every last bit of myself across his face did he slowly slide his fingers out of me.

I winced a little at the sudden, hollow emptiness, my legs trembling weakly.

Frederick blinked the mess from his eyelashes, a slow, dark smile spreading across his face. He looked up at me for a long, quiet moment, his chest heaving.

”You’re so beautiful, Reynold,” he murmured.

He reached over, grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, and wiped his face clean. Then he pulled me down from his face and into his lap. His arms wrapped around me as he captured my lips in a deep, bruising kiss that still tasted faintly of me, kissing me slowly and heavily for several long minutes, giving me time to catch my breath.

Only after that did he lay me down on the bed. Moving with deliberate, predatory grace, he crawled over me and settled his weight on top of mine. He reached down, spreading my trembling legs further, and stroked his heavy, condom-clad cock against my slick, aching entrance a few times, testing the wet heat.

”I’m going inside you now,” he murmured, his voice a low gravel.

I swallowed hard, looking up into his intense gaze, and nodded weakly. ”Okay.”

He pressed the broad head of his cock against my entrance and slowly began to push in, stretching my tight, oversensitive walls as his thick length sank deeper inch by inch.

”Fuck... it’s big,” I gasped, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders as the sheer size of him filled me to the brim.

”That’s the perfect cock for your little pet,” Frederick muttered, his voice rough with rising lust. ”It’s yours. Tell me... does it feel good?”

I nodded frantically, my hips dipping instinctively to take more of him. ”Yes...”

With a sudden, powerful surge, he thrust forward, burying every single inch of his massive cock deep inside me until his hips slammed flush against my thighs.

”Fuck, Frederick—”