Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

elbows, his back bowed, his legs tight, sinewy, stretched out long, his toes pointed.
    “You can come now, boy.” Kael gave permission, knowing it would be torture to hold
    him back any longer.
    With several more hard thrusts, Angel let loose a piercing scream so loud Kael
    wished he had taken him into the soundproofed dungeon. How embarrassing if the
    neighbors called 999. Angel flopped down, panting. Kael did not move his fingers but
    kept them inside Angel’s rectum as he looked at his beautiful boy’s body, slowly
    releasing all its pent-up tension. Leaning forward, he swept the boy’s sweaty hair back
    from his face and kissed his hot cheek. Slowly Angel’s breathing became even and soft
    again.
    “Are you happy, Angel?”
    “You are the best daddy in the world.”
    Sliding his fingers out, Kael said, “Sit up, sweetheart.”
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    Pink-cheeked, sweaty-haired, and pretty, Angel knelt beside Kael, looking at him
    for a moment before throwing his arms around Kael’s neck. Angel kissed him on the
    mouth long and softly, dipping his tongue between Kael’s lips. For several minutes,
    Angel’s mouth played over his and he allowed it, offering nothing back, letting himself
    be kissed. Angel’s tongue was warm in his mouth, but Kael was so aroused he needed
    to be inside his boy. Gently he pushed him away and unfastened his trousers and,
    standing up, he removed his shoes and socks and then his trousers. He threw the towel
    on the couch and sat on it.
    “No bare asses on the couch,” Angel said, smiling. Kael had said that to him
    numerous times. He sat with his knees spread and his cock thick and red with blood,
    standing straight.
    “Straddle me.”
    Still kneeling on the couch, Angel slid one leg over until he was straddling Kael’s
    lap. “I don’t have a condom,” Kael said.
    “Let’s bareback, Daddy,” Angel said.
    Kael nodded. “Are you still wet enough, boy?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Sit on me.”
    Angel planted his feet on either side of Kael’s hips, and with one hand on Kael’s
    shoulder to steady himself, he reached behind and gripped Kael’s cock, positioning the
    tip at his arsehole. With the remaining K-Y still making his arse slippery, Angel placed
    his other hand on Kael’s shoulder and slowly lowered himself. Kael sucked in a breath
    as Angel’s tight rectum enclosed his cock, squeezing it with a flaming, intense pressure.
    “Christ, that’s good.” Placing both hands on Angel’s hips, Kael held him in place,
    pressed tight into his groin as he absorbed the pleasure and intimacy of the moment.
    “Ride me, boy.”
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    “Yes, Sir.” Kael watched Angel intently, aroused by his boy’s expression and body
    language. With his head tilted back and his mouth half open, Angel pressed down on
    Kael’s shoulders as he rose and sank down again and again.
    The pressure and sensation in Kael’s cock rose and rose until he could no longer
    hold still, and he lifted his hips to meet Angel as he sank down. With the immense
    strength in his thighs and buttocks, he fucked Angel as the boy rode him.
    “Daddy!” Angel cried out as milky white cum spilled from his cock. Kael looked
    at it and the rigid muscles of Angel’s belly and could hold back no longer. He allowed
    his orgasm to rocket through his cock and shoot down through his thighs and up
    through his belly. Pulling Angel onto his chest, he squeezed him tight as he panted and
    moaned. They clung to each other as their pleasure subsided.
    Kael sat quietly while Angel rested his head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his
    neck. His boy’s soft, warm breath played over his skin. “Daddy, I’m sorry. You make
    me so hot I couldn’t hold back.”
    “It’s all right, sweetheart. We don’t have to be perfect, do we?”
    “Really?” Angel sat up straight and looked into Kael’s eyes. “I know you like me
    to have self-control.”
    “You’ve learned a lot of self-control over the last year. You’re doing really well on
    that score. Up you get. I need to wash since we didn’t use a condom. Let’s get in the
    shower. Then I’m going out for a while. There’s something I want to do.”
    Angel climbed off his lap and picked up Kael’s clothes from the floor. “What
    about me, Daddy?”
    “You’re going to bed. An early night will do you good.”

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    It was dark and damp as Kael walked the backstreets of Bermondsey,