“Thank fuck.” Clayton coats his cock with lube, climbs on top of the bed, and between my legs. Then he pushes his thick cock inside my hole. The stretch feels so damn good that I’m unable to fight my orgasm from erupting.
My cock thrusts into the air and I come untouched. Holy fuck, that has never ever happened before. Spurt after spurt of cum spills onto my abs, my chest, and even my neck. Daddy stares wide-eyed and shocked, groaning each time my hole spasms and tightens around him.
“Fuck, Fe. Did you just come from nothing but my cock entering your tight little hole?”
Heat flames my face, and I nod. Embarrassed and oddly proud. I’ve never been very sexual with anyone but myself, yet, for some reason, Daddy lights me up. I’m starting to think it’s because of the strong emotions I’ve always felt for him, but that’s something I can explore later.
We stay like that, frozen in place for a couple of minutes while I catch my breath. Only Clay is the one panting hard now. I get the feeling it’s a struggle for him to just stay this still while he’s hard inside of me.
“Do you remember your safe words, Felix?” His voice is rough.
“Yes, Daddy. Red for stop. Yellow for slow down.”
“Good.” He pours a generous amount of lube onto my hole. “Because I’m going to need you to tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
“Too much?”
Clay thrusts forward, and I suddenly understand. He fucks me hard and fast, rubbing against my sensitive prostate and instantly making me hard again. I’ve always had a slow refractory period, but I’m starting to discover that Daddy Clay is breaking down all my preconceptions.
It doesn’t take long for me to feel that desperate need to come again. “Daddy, fuck. You feel so good.”
Clayton presses the front of his body against mine as he continues to pound into me. “That’s it, boy. Come again for Daddy,” he growls before capturing my lips in his. I love that he still tastes like cotton candy. I devour his lips with eager little kisses.
His dirty words, combined with the way my trapped cock rubs against his hard abs, has me coming again for the second time today as I moan into his mouth. This time when my hole tightens around Daddy’s cock, he’s unable to fight the feeling. He shudders apart, coming hard.
I must have passed out, because when I wake up, Daddy has already cleaned me up, and I’ve been tucked into bed.
Clay is leaning on his elbow, studying me. As soon as he sees I’m awake, his whole face lights up. God. I want to wake up to his sweet smile every morning. I don’t ever want him to leave.
“Was that okay?” he asks.
I nod. “More than okay. I loved all of it.”But I want more.I don’t say that part out loud. My thoughts are going in a million different directions. For the most part, they’re all positive, but still overwhelming either way.
I’m in love. It’s too soon. I want Daddy to move in. I want him to love me back.Too soon. Too soon. Too soon.
“That little scowl of yours is so damn cute,” Daddy says, tracing his index finger against my lips. “I can tell my boy wants to ask me something. What is it, little Fe? What do you need from Daddy?”
There’s a playful note to his voice, but when he sees me frown harder, his smile drops. God, how is he so damn perfect? It’s like he can read my mind. He gathers me into his arms and presses a kiss on my forehead.
“Will you spank me, Daddy?”
Clay pulls back, his green gaze searching mine. I’ve told him before that I’ve always wanted to try spanking when I feel overwhelmed. In the past, it always made me feel settled, but my ex thought it was weird and didn’t do it often.
“You need Daddy to spank you, don’t you, sweet Fe?”
I nod.
“Okay, love. Let me sit against the headboard, and you can drape yourself over my lap.”
My heart flips with excitement. He’s going to do this. He didn’t even hesitate. He’s going to do this for me.
Clay pushes his body against the headboard before guiding me over his lap.
“Oh fuck, Fe. You have the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen.”
I smile. Then, the first smack comes fast and sharp.
I squirm, loving the feeling.
