"No, boy. You're the beautiful one." He kisses my jaw, my neck, then my chest. "And you're all mine."
He leaves kisses all over my body. I writhe under him, burning with desire, but he stills me with a hand on my chest.
"You'll let me feast, boy. You'll sit still and let Daddy take what's his."
"Yes, Daddy," I moan.
He spreads my legs and dives for my hole. His tongue swipes over my hole, and I moan. I've never made these kinds of noises as Daddy lavishes my hole with kisses, licking, biting, and then pushing his tongue in.
"Daddy, more," I beg. "Please."
He keeps going. Devouring me like a starved man.
I don't know how long it goes on, but I'm a mindless mess begging him again and again to give me more. I need to feel his cock. I need to feel him inside me, merging with me, claiming me, possessing me.
Daddy pulls back, and the heat in his eyes makes me whimper.
I've never seen my Daddy look like this.
So unhinged, so dark.
"I need to have you. Now. Fucking now," Daddy growls.
"Have me. Please, Daddy."
He coats his cock with lube, places a pillow under me, and then buries himself inside me in one hard stroke.
The scream gets lost in the moan.
He only prepped me with his tongue, which is nowhere near enough. The pain mixes with the pleasure.
Daddy doesn't look away from my eyes as he starts thrusting. We both moan, and I wrap my legs around him, needing to be closer to him, needing more.
Daddy's thrusts are brutal. I'm left a breathless mess, begging him for more.
I need it all.
"Daddy…"
"Yes. I'm your Daddy. I'm. Your. Daddy." He emphasizes every word with a thrust, hitting my prostate and making my vision go white.
When I feel something cold pressed against my chest, I snap open my eyes, not realizing I've closed them.
Daddy slows down his thrusts, and I whimper.
"Daddy…"
"I've got you, boy."
The crazed look in his eyes should terrify me. Instead, it makes me fly higher.
I notice the scalper pressed to my chest, right over my heart, but I'm not afraid.
"You're mine, Sebastian. Mine," he drives into me, hitting my prostate again. My eyes roll, but Daddy is having none of it. "Eyes on me, boy."
I look up at him.
My man. My Daddy. My everything.
