“Please, Daddy, give it to me,” I beg, my heart racing as Travis’s thick head presses up against my lips. “All of it. Now! Please! I need it!”
Travis smiles, grunts, and plunges his wet, sticky fingers into my tight ass. I groan and shut my eyes in delight as I feel myself accommodate my Daddy’s fingers. But I know there’s more to come. Much more.
“Ready?” Travis asks.
“Y-y-y-y-yes, Daddy,” I gasp as Travis pulls his fingers out of my ass and towers over me, hit body looking hotter than ever. “Readier than ever.”
At first, I’m not sure whether I’ll be able to take him all, but gradually I feel my ass accommodate Travis’ thick cock as he eases himself inside me. Before long, our bodies are working in perfect harmony as we begin to fuck like our lives depended on it.
We go from missionary to doggy to me on top seamlessly. I can’t believe I’m bouncing my ass up and down on a Daddy’s dick like this. But I know that Travis has got my back, and his strong grip is ready should I need it.
It’s like we are so perfectly attuned to each other’s wants and needs in this moment. It certainly doesn’t feel like it’s our first time together, that’s for sure.
But as I bounce on Travis’s cock and throw my hands back in wild abandon, I get a feeling that my Daddy is ready to take back control…
“Daddy makes the rules,” Travis says, wrapping his leg upward onto my side and tipping the balance so that before I know it, he’s back on top and my legs are quivering and tensing as he hikes them upward to the sky. “Now get ready. We ain’t stopping until we both get everything we need…”
I nod and a bead of sweat trickles down my nose and drops into my mouth.
Travis works up the pace and power of his thrusts and before long, the pair of us are moaning in unison, our bodies and minds connected as we work up to the hardest, most mind-blowing orgasm I have ever felt. Travis’s climax is hard too, certainly judging by the speed of his thrusts and how long he leaves his cock buried all the way inside me as he shoots his load.
“Damn, that was,holy fuck, it was good…” Travis says, his breathing hard as he momentarily drops his full weight onto me, his cock still plunged all the way inside me and making me tremble and eek out ever last drop of my climax as my cum-covered stomach rises and falls in the most intense post-orgasmic bliss.
“It was the best,” I say, barely able to string four words together. “But now… sleep.”
I giggle and shut my eyes, then pretend to snore loudly.
Travis laughs and does the same as he pulls out and flops down next to me.
The way our humor is so in tune is just the icing on the cake. And if this is what sex is with Travis, then it’s a cake I want another slice of sooner rather than later.
My only worry though is what the hell Richie and Billie must think of me now—because I was so loud there’s no way on earth they didn’t both hear me downstairs!
I tug my romper on—one of the spare ones that Billie brought along with him—my cheeks still warm from the wild, earth-shattering moments with Travis.
My legs are a little shaky as I smooth my hair, Bean tucked under my arm, his button eyes a quiet comfort.
The memory of Travis’s body against mine, his commanding Daddy voice, the way we moved together like we were made for each other—it’s all still buzzing through me, making my skin tingle.
I’m giddy, my heart full, but as I head for the stairs, a wave of shyness hits.
Richie and Billie are downstairs, and there’sno waythey didn’t hear us. I wasloud—too loud—and the thought of facing them makes my face burn.
I tiptoe down the wooden staircase of the Guard safehouse, the cabin’s warm cedar walls glowing in the late morning light streaming through the wide windows.
The living area’s a sprawling, open space, with exposed beams, a stone fireplace, and a plush rug littered with toys from our earlier astronaut game.
Cole and Max are lounging on the leather couch, their boots kicked off, sipping coffee and talking in low tones.
I scurry past, avoiding their eyes, but I catch Cole’s knowing smirk and Max’s raised eyebrow. My cheeks flame hotter, and I practically dive into the corner where Richie and Billie are sprawled, giggling over a pile of stuffed animals.
“Miles!” Billie calls, his blonde hair bouncing as he waves me over. He’s in a star-patterned romper, his diaper crinkling as he shifts. “Took you long enough. Have fun up there?”
Richie, his dark curls spilling over his bumblebee romper, snickers, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Yeah, sounded like arealadventure,” Richie snickers. “You okay, or do you need a nap after all that?”
I groan, dropping onto the rug beside them, clutching Bean like a shield.
