“Ready, honey?” he asked.
Liam nodded eagerly, quickly, dizzy with want. “Yes, Daddy, please.”
Fix ground his hips into Liam’s, letting his hard cock slip between Liam’s ass cheeks.
“From this moment on, the only thing you’re allowed to say is your safeword should you need it,” Fix said into his ear. “Moaning and screaming is allowed. Words aren’t.”
Liam wanted to say yes but clamped his mouth shut.
“You’re perfect for me,” Fix said. “So perfect.”
And then words seemed to become foreign between them. All Liam could understand were the signs Fix painted on his skin with his fingers, his lips, his teeth. He left trails of bite marks from his neck to the base of his spine. He left pools of spit in the dimples just above his ass. He touched him everywhere and lit Liam’s nerves on fire. He was perfection and Liam was flying. He was reduced to nothing but the shape of him on Fix’s bed, writhing and moaning and aching.
Fix spread him open, tongue and fingers battling for their place inside his body when Liam knew there was no battle to be had. Daddy’s place was inside him, and he could take anything and everything he was given, no questions asked.
Fix fingered him just as fast and brutally hard as he had last time, except now, Liam knew there was a promise for more. He wanted more. Needed it so badly he felt tears spring up from his eyes.
Fix was relentless. He was brushing against Liam’s prostate with each thrust of his fingers, and Liam was so close. Too close. He didn’t want it to end without his daddy’s cock inside him.
But he wasn’t allowed to ask. He wasn’t allowed to beg.
All he could do was push his ass up as far as it would go and whine like a wounded animal, hoping Daddy would understand he needed him.
“And what does this mean?” Fix asked, slapping Liam’s ass when it thrust into the air again, chasing after the fingers that had left it empty and aching.
Liam whimpered, gluing his hips to the bed, but that made things worse because his cock was so hard he felt like he’d explode.
“Do you want Daddy to fuck you, honey?” Fix asked. Both hands left Liam’s body, and he wanted to cry because it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like he was whole when Fix wasn’t touching him.
He moaned, hoping Fix would take that as a yes.
“You want Daddy’s cock?” Fix asked, and Liam bit his lip, tasting copper on his tongue to stop himself from screaming and begging. “I’ll give you everything, always.”
And then the blunt head of his cock was nudging between Liam’s cheeks. It caught his rim, huge and soft at the tip, hard like steel the deeper inside him it got. Liam felt every inch dragging against his walls. Could feel the slow brush of it as it slid farther and farther inside his body, merging them together. Making them into one. As it should be.
He felt Fix’s balls rest against his ass once he bottomed out, and it was so frustratingly slow he wanted to scream. He moanedand wiggled and Fix leaned down, digging inside him even more with the change of angle.
“I know what you need, honey,” Fix said. “You don’t have to worry.”
With that, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. He gave Liam no time to catch his breath. Not a single moment to register that his legs were now free, knees tucked under his chest and ass pushed into the air as Fix railed into him like a man starved.
He fucked him so hard Liam thought he’d choke on his own tongue. His face was pressed into the sheets, wet and sticky from his spit and tears. He was screaming half in pleasure and half in agony, wishing it was over and wanting it to last forever.
Fix’s grunts and moans behind him made it all feel even better. The slap of their skin sounded filthy in the quiet room.
Liam was sure everyone in the house could hear them, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. Countless people saw and heard him coming on his streams. This time, it was just for him and his daddy. He didn’t care about the others. Nobody else mattered.
“Fuck, honey,” Fix groaned, holding Liam’s hips as he pulled him back and fucked him with his huge cock. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Perfect for Daddy.”
The praise made him blank out. He wanted to fly apart into a million tiny molecules and embed himself into Fix’s skin so he could stay there forever.
He wanted to be a part of him in any way he could.
Fix’s hips stuttered and Liam moaned at the thought of his daddy coming because of him. Liam’s body bringing him there.
“I’m close, honey,” Fix said. “I want you with me.”
He sped up, leaving bruises on Liam’s skin as he slammed him back, the head of his cock hitting his prostate over and over and over until Liam couldn’t even scream anymore.
