That would have made for awkward conversation right this minute. I’m glad he thought ahead.
“Now then, where were we?” Daddy drops to the couch and makes quick work of sheathing himself. He takes a few minutes to stretch me, though at the two finger point, I have to urge him to fuck me already.
“Can’t wait anymore. Going to come too soon. Please!”
He nods, his fingers slipping free with a wet noise before he places both hands on my hips. “Ease yourself down, baby. I don’t want you to be in any pain.”
I hear his words. I really do.
And I attempt to follow them.
But the knowledge that I’m about to have him just how I want is too much. I can’t resist pushing past the burn that comes as he spreads me wider than I was ready for.
“Fuck, baby.”
“Yeah, Daddy. I… I know.” I let out a low moan as the pain fades into pleasure.
God, he feels amazing. So perfect.
“Are you ok?”
“I’m perfect,” I admit. “Never been better.”
He laughs, which shifts us both. I bottom out on him with the change. It’s his turn to be noisy. I clench around him at the sound.
“Don’t be shy, baby. Show Daddy how you pictured taking me. Ride my cock.”
There’s challenge in his voice, but there’s also awe. I accept both and give him everything I have. Rocking forward, I ride him like there’s no tomorrow. Like I’ll never have another chance to do this.
Which, if I have it my way, won’t be the case. I want to be with him like this as much as possible. Daily, if he’ll have me. Hell, maybe twice daily.
I really want to make a joke about Vitamin D and supplementing with sex. Maybe I’ll think of it again later.
Turning my focus back to the matter at hand—aka the best feeling in the world—I press my hands into Daddy’s chest to give me more leverage. The new angle has him hitting my prostate perfectly.
“Umph.” The half groan, half gasp comes out as the hands at my waist squeeze tighter. “Feels so good.”
“It does, baby. You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Stuffed full and eager to come.”
I nod, his words far too accurate.
Coming is exactly what I want. More so, I want him to come too. I need it, in fact.
“Daddy,” I start as I slow my hips. “Will you sit up? I want to be closer to you.”
He frowns for a moment before adjusting himself. His arms wrap around me to hold me still, which I appreciate. I’d probably cry if he slipped out right now.
“Like this?”
I smile, looping my arms around his shoulders. “Yes. This is much better.”
The adjustment brings us face to face, close enough I can feel his breath against my lips. When I rock forward and lift, his jaw drops.
It doesn’t take any words for me to know he’s as close as I am. The way his muscles shake beneath my hand and the utter euphoria in his gaze are all obvious signs of his imminent release.
When he holds me still a few minutes later, I feel his cock pulse inside me. As soon as he’s emptied himself, he tilts me back, spits on his hand, and strokes me until I’m a wailing mess. Said mess being the cum that coats his hand and my chest from my explosive orgasm.
“That was — yeah. More of this please. Nap first, Daddy.”
