I stand up on my tiptoes, bringing my face closer. I lean in further, allowing our lips to touch. It’s just a ghost of a kiss. He inhales a sharp breath, and I press my lips firmly over his. I take advantage of that sweet gasp of shock and tangle our tongues together. He tastes like cotton candy. Cotton candy kisses. It’s like the dam has been unleashed, and suddenly, he’s taking control, cupping my cheeks in a firm grip, pushing me against the door harder.
This isn’t just a mere kiss. This is a claiming. He’s marking me as his. And damn, I’ve never wanted anything more. I moan against his mouth as the intense desire growing between us crashes down like waves against the shore.
His hands trail down to my hips, and he’s pulling my body tighter against his. “Damn, Fe. You’re so beautiful, so perfect. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
I almost giggle at his words. No one has ever said anything like this to me before. It’s crazy. I’m just… me. But before I can say anything else, his erection presses against mine, and I whimper in response. “I’m yours,” I moan. “Your Fe.”
“Do you like that?” Clay chuckles low and deep, the sound causing my toes to curl. “Do you want Daddy to claim you and make you his?”
I whimper again, lost in the feel of him. “Y—yes, Daddy.”
He groans, placing his lips back on top of mine.
I make quick work of the buttons on his shirt until his abs are on full display. Taking a step back, I appreciate the view. I’m still fully dressed in my favorite yellow tank top and blue shorts. My cock throbs behind my zipper, and I can tell Daddy is no better off.
He palms his cock through his pants as he watches me. “Fuck, Fe. That hungry look you’re giving me. What is going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
“I—I need you, Daddy. But it’s been way too long, and I want you to take your time opening me up for you.”
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers. “I know we agreed we would go at your pace, and I always keep my promise. I can go as slow as you want.”
Images of me hard and needy for another week flood my mind, and I groan. “No, not slow, Daddy. I want you inside of me—today. Not next week or the week after. Stop torturing me.”
His chuckle is low and husky. “You little brat.” He smirks. “Don’t forget I heard what you said to Ash. When were you going to tell Daddy you were such a horny boy, eager for my cock? Hmm?”
Heat floods my face. “I should have told you earlier. I’ve been ready since that first week.”
“Looks like I might have to punish my boy for lying,” he says playfully. “You promised to tell me when you were ready. I can’t read your mind, Fe.”
“I won’t lie again, Daddy.”
“Good, now come here.” He squats down enough for me to launch myself at him.
I laugh, climbing on his back and getting into my favorite transportation position. Piggyback rides! This is one of the things I love most about Clay; he’s playful and sweet. Andsomehow, he knows exactly how to make me smile. I should have known sexy times would be the same. We haven’t even had sex yet, but at this moment, I know Clay and I are meant to be together. He’s it for me. My perfect Daddy. My other half. The person who lights up my body and ignites my soul.
I love him.
He carries me to the bedroom and places me back on my feet. He pulls my shirt over my head and desperately tugs at my pants. I’m naked and hard in front of him, and there’s something so fucking sexy about me standing here vulnerable, with him still mostly clothed.
Before I can overthink anything, he spins me around and bends me over the bed, pressing my head against the mattress with my ass on display for him. I moan and wiggle, eager for more. To my shock, Daddy spreads my cheeks, and suddenly, there’s a hot tongue lapping at my hole.
“Oh, fuck.Daddy,” I whine. “What are you doing?” No one has ever licked me down there before. Fuck. Why does it feel so damn good? I start squirming and panting.
Clay chuckles, and the sound causes vibrations against my most sensitive part. I whine again, wiggling on the mattress, desperate for my cock to get some friction.
“Oh no, you little sneak.” He yanks me partially off the mattress until my feet are on the floor. I’m still bent over the mattress, but my cock is no longer getting the touch it needs. “I don’t need myboy coming before I can even get inside of him. Daddy has been just as eager for you, baby boy.”
His tongue returns, and he expertly begins stretching me, slowly adding fingers until I’m a desperate mess.
“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me now.” Even though we haven’t had sex yet, we’ve gotten tested, shared our results, and talked all about our wants and limits. It’s almost as if we’ve been edging each other these past few weeks because I’m really close to coming already.
Clayton spins me around until I’m standing, then he picks me up and playfully tosses me on the bed. My hard cock bounces against my abs, and the touch is almost too much. I claw at the sheets, trying not to touch myself.
Daddy strips quickly. His cock is so thick and hard, it almost looks painful. Damn. I need it inside of me.
“Fuck, Fe. Look at you. Your cock is leaking. It’s dripping all over your abs. Are you ready for me, baby boy?” Clay smirks. “Or do you want me to edge you some more?”
“Ready. So fucking ready. Please,” I beg.
