He obliges, and I ramp up the noises of delight pouring out of my mouth. I was relaxed to start with, but by the time Spence has three fingers inside me, I’m nothing more than a puddle of desire, desperate to feel him inside me.
“I need you, Daddy,” I say.
He chuckles and kisses my back. “I’m in you already.”
I scowl. “Not your fingers, Daddy, your cock.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Pleasewill you fuck me, Daddy?”
He kisses me again, in the small of my back. “Gladly, sweet boy.”
He removes his fingers. I wait patiently through a slight pause. We still have to use condoms here, even though we’re exclusive partners.
Spence grips my hips. “Hard and fast?”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
He shoves his cock inside me, making me gasp and then groan deeply. I lift my head as the force of his thrusts pushes me back and forth as far as the straps will allow. All I can feel is the heat of him. Each hard thrust is twinned with a grunt from Spence and a gasp, groan, or moan from me.
“You feel amazing, Daddy,” I manage to say. “Fuck me harder.”
He does. It burns a little, but that’s part of the pleasure. He’s fucking me, and people are watching. I’m delirious with ecstasy as his balls slap against my arse cheeks.
“Harder, Daddy, harder,” I beg.
“You’re so demanding,” he says, slapping my arse playfully.
“Oh, Daddy, slap me again.”
“Demandingandneedy.”
“It’s because you’re amazing, Daddy. It’s because I love you.” And I want everyone in this room to know it.
Spence laughs and smacks me again. He fucks me and spanks me, and I unravel with every thrust of his cock and every strike of his hand. I love how he gives me everything I need and more. How he knows exactly how to turn me on and make me melt. How he lifts me up with every soft word, every cuddle, every kiss. He takes care of me. He’s my rock, the man I want to spend every minute of every day with.
I gasp through my orgasm. Spence comes a second later, shuddering inside me. He flops over my back, our sweat mingling as his chest heaves against me.
“That was so good, Daddy.”
He peppers my back with kisses. “I’m glad you had fun.”
“Stay?” I whisper. “For a while?”
He nods against me and strokes my skin for a few minutes. His cock goes soft inside me, but as ever, I adore the feel of it. We’re so close when we cuddle like this.
“My back is aching, sweet boy,” he says at length.
I nod in understanding, though I still mourn the lack of closeness as he stands and eases his cock out of me. It’s not long before he removes my blindfold. I was right. People were watching us. People arestillwatching us, even though the main show is over. I don’t feel even remotely self-conscious. I feel beautiful. Spence undoes the straps and helps me to stand. My legs are wobbly, so I lean on him as he leads me to a sofa. He grabs a blanket, and we cuddle together beneath it, my head resting on his shoulder. We’re not being watching anymore, and that suits me just fine.
“I love you, Daddy,” I whisper, lifting my face to kiss his jaw.
“I love you too, sweet boy,” he says, stroking my hair.
We stay where we are, cuddling, dozing, and watching other couples fuck. Eventually, as the party is winding down, we get dressed and make our way back to Spence’s. We fall into bed together, too tired to do anything except cuddle and sleep. I watched my brother get collared, and I let go of my inhibitions. It’s the perfect end to a perfect night.
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