When I feel his cock pressing against my hole, I whimper and beg again, "Please, Daddy. I want your cock."
"Fuck," he curses and then sinks into me.
I want to beg him to be rough, to ruin my hole, but for some reason, I don't. When he buries himself inside me, he kisses my neck and whispers, "Are you okay?"
I nod, but realize he'll want my words, "Yes, Daddy."
Daddy slides inside me. His movements are slow but deep, hitting my spot and making my legs shake. My eyes water as I realize he's making love to me. I thrust back, syncing with his movements.
"Fuck, you're perfect. You're perfect, my boy," Daddy says.
The praise goes straight to my dick. I whimper. Daddy wraps his hand around my dick. Two strokes are enough to send me over the edge. I scream his name as I cum and shudder when I feel him tensing.
Next time, he'll be filling my hole with his cum and not that stupid condom.
We stay wrapped in each other's arms for several long moments. We don't need words right now. Not when our bodies spoke louder than words could.
Chapter thirty
Ezrah
The next few days were perfect. I got to learn my boy's body and drive him to the edge again and again. If I could stay buried with my cock inside his sinful body all the time, I would.
Part of me is surprised by how ravenous I feel. I want to devour my boy's body in ways that would probably scare him. Hell, it scares me to a degree too. So I've held back until I figure out what's happening inside my messed-up head.
Today is Saturday, and we have the weekend off. I planned on going out on a date with my boy, but he wanted us to stay home. He's acting strange, and I'm carefully observing him. To top off the suspicion, I received a strange message from an unknown number.
Unknown:Do you really love your boy?
Unknown:To what degree would you go to protect him?
Me:Who's this?
Unknown:I'm curious… would you choose your human morals or him?
I didn't respond, and the messages stopped. I also didn't tell Sebastian. Something told me to hold back for now.
Whoever is sending these messages obviously has something against my boy. If they're out to hurt him, they've gravely mistaken me for a coward. I'll destroy anyone who dares to hurt my boy. Morals be damned.
Since my boy didn't want to go out, I ordered a puzzle with a picture of toys I thought he would like. He screamed excitedly and demanded we start the puzzle immediately. It was a win.
We spent the day playing, eating, and enjoying each other's company. I found it strange that my boy wanted to go bed early, but we did that.
I know I said to Seb that I'm a heavy sleeper and I forgot to tell him that's not true. Right now, I'm thankful for that, because my boy is slipping out of our bed. I listen intently as he gets dressed and tiptoes out of the room.
I follow behind him, making sure I don't get noticed or heard, and a second later, I hear the front door opening and closing.
What are you doing, boy?
I hurry back into my room and get dressed as fast as I can. Just as I'm about to storm out after him, I get a message.
Unknown:Are you curious where your boy is going? Why is he slipping out like a thief in the middle of the night?
Me:Who the fuck are you?
Thousands of possibilities run through my head, and panic starts to rise.
Unknown:You ask the wrong questions, Ezrah child. The question is, who is your boy, and who are you? Or rather, who you'll be?
