Consciousness faded in and out. My pulse picked up and hummed through my veins, leaving me with nothing but sensation after sensation. The man took control of every aspect of my body, inside and out. He controlled what I felt and when, and how much, and I flew, loving every minute of it.
His hand reappeared a moment later, slick and wet, and he stroked me with those glancing touches again until things settled back into a low hum. He loved pushing you right to the edge and then pulling you back, only to start all over again.
“Daddy,” I gasped.
We still hadn’t set up anything between us and wouldn’t because… well, stupidness, but I would call him… oh God… his big hand landed on my backside and heat and pain radiated outwards. “That…”
“Too much?” he asked.
“No. God, no. It felt good.”
“I’ll remember, Daddy’s boy likes his ass spanked,” he murmured, his breath dancing over my butt and back. He came closer, the heat from his body enveloping me, and my eyes closed, languishing in it. In him.
Oh! That’s…
His tongue—warm, wet, and rough—bathed me from nuts to spine, licking and pressing against my hole.
“Oh, God! Do that again. Please!”
An evil chuckle rippled over me. I’d seen it done on porn and fantasize about it, but never… I gasped as he repeated the action that cemented him as all that was holy in my world. He kept the trek up my crack. Again and again. Over and over until I couldn’t stay quiet.
“Fuck you’re beautiful,” he groaned.
I looked over my shoulder. His gaze focused on my ass. The look he gave me was dark and sexy. Heat suffused my face. I loved the dirty, filthy erotic things he did to me. I wanted to wallow in them.
His mouth found my hole again. Sucking and lapping at it as he pressed forward until…
“Holy crap are you fucking me with your tongue?”
He nodded, a hum mumbled against my flesh. Beard hair scraped the cheeks of my butt where he held them open.
Emotion swarmed through my system. I swam in it. The dizzying buzz that took over my brain and body pulled me under, leaving me floaty and anxious, all at once.
Fingers replaced his tongue, his voice a constant hum in the background, drowned out as if water surrounded me. He opened me up and I welcomed him, craved him.
I wanted him inside me.
I needed more.
All of him.
“Give it to me!” I screamed, his fingers tapping at the bundle of nerves inside me.
I felt like all the fireworks displays that ever had been and would ever be would look if they went off together. Simultaneously. He held me captive, on the edge. An orgasm sat poised, waiting… for him to take me.
“I need your cock. Please.”
“Such a needy little boy,” he said, his cock replacing his fingers. “This isn’t going to be gentle, boy. I need you too fucking much. Use your safewords. Can I trust you to do that?”
I nodded. He used my hair to yank my head around, “Words, boy. I need words. Safewords.”
“Yes. You can trust me. I’m green. Just please, fuck me. Rough is good. Better than good.”
He grunted, taking my mouth while he worked himself into me. Oxygen became a memory as he fucked my mouth with his tongue as he stretched me open. His cock split me open as he pressed forward. Slowly. So damn slowly. Tiny thrusts forward, no pulling back, just pushing ahead until he buried his impressive length inside.
The world narrowed to the pain in my ass that lit up my nerve endings and filled my head with a fog. Stretching and burning turned to euphoric ecstasy. I grind against him, trying to get him moving, but he held me still with a hand in my hair and on my hip.
“Fuck me you’re fucking perfection,” he whispered against my mouth. His hand moved from my hair to my throat, and hepulled me back against him. His mouth nipping and sucking at my throat.
