“Good boy. Don’t move.” He leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube that I hadn’t noticed and squirted some out on his hand. He spent time stretching me, and that felt incredible, but he was going annoyingly slow.
“More, Daddy. I’m ready.”
“Mmph.” He tossed the lube bottle onto the nightstand and grabbed a condom. He opened and rolled it over his cock. “You sure?”
“Yes. Please.”
He spread my legs, looking down at me. The lighting was low, giving him just enough illumination to see everything. Cock, balls, taint, hole. After a nice, long peek, he pressed my legs back, lifting my ass, and lined up the crown of his cock.
It was probably average in length but thicker, especially the bulbous head. But he pressed it to my hole, scrunching his face in concentration as he worked it in. It took deep breathing and pushing from both of us, but his efforts got the job done, then he looked down with me with a lecherous smile. “How’s that?”
Since I hadn’t been with anyone in a long time, I certainly felt all of him, filling me up. His cardamom scent overpowered me, and I wanted to drown in his amber eyes. “Vince…”
“No-No. Open your eyes, Joey. I want to see you.”
Slowly, I fluttered my eyes open.
“Better. Ready?”
“Yes…”
I started panting as he moved. Slow at first but quickly picking up. He hit my prostate, and I called out.
“Was that good?”
“Yes…”
“Then let’s see if I can do it again.”
His aim improved as his pace increased, and I was shouting, ready to come and trying not to. “Daddy, please…please…”
“Okay, Joey, babe. Come for me.” He grabbed my cock and stroked, but he hardly needed to. I immediately shot off, my jizz splashing on his chest and abs as I moaned. And he kept fucking me through the orgasm, then thrust once more before he held still and grunted. “Oh, God.”
I sighed, words escaping me. I was lightheaded, being pulled under into sleep. It had been a damned long time since I felt comfortable enough with someone else to let myself drift off without worry. In fact, it had probably never happened. But that’s where I was. Free. Relaxed. Because I trusted my daddy.
When Vince climbed into bed beside me after doing all the clean-up, he pulled a blanket over us. I tossed and turned, having lost that blissed-out feeling. “What is it, babe?” Daddy rubbed my arm. “Settle down. Time to sleep.”
“Can’t sleep. Need my binkie.”
“You’re what?”
“My binkie. Is in my bag.” I gestured to the foot of the bed, where I thought I’d dropped my duffel.
“I’ll get it.”
I heard him rummaging around, filtering through my things. “Oh. This?” He held up my prize.
“Yes.” I sat up, reaching for it.
“You are so full of surprises.” He kissed my forehead as I sucked my binkie into my mouth with a frown of worry. Was this the deal breaker? “Don’t worry, babe. It’s all good stuff.” He pressed his lips to my bare arm and turned me away from him so he could spoon in behind me.
Feelings of comfort and trust overwhelmed me, but I didn’t linger on them long before I mumbled, “Happy birthday, Daddy,” and fell asleep.
I woke with the sun shining from the warmth in my chest instead of the sky. I looked over to see the side of Joey’s lovely face smooshed up in a pillow, his butt was pressed against my side. I loved everything we did together, everything about him, and I wanted more—much more—of everything Joey. I rolled over and pulled him into me, spooned against his smaller body, and whispered in his ear. “Wakey-wakey, baby-boy.”
He growled. “No…”
“Mmm…I had so much fun yesterday.” I pressed my morning wood against his ass. “Wanna play some more?”
