“God Daddy… shit… oh, fucking shit… don’t make me come. My balls are…”
He twisted each nipple until I thought he was going to rip them off. And maybe for the first time, I truly understood the precarious, exquisite tightrope of pain and pleasure. Because this pain made me hungry for more.
“Barbells,” I said hoarsely. “I want more, Daddy. Give me more.”
Daddy’s cock seemed to grow longer at my words, and he covered my torso with splayed hands. I jerked as he dug hisfingers into the dips and planes of my flat abs. And then he squeezed my balls, making me howl as he suckled the tip of my cock. “Are you evolving into a little pain whore? I’d love to give you small doses of pain. The good kind that catapults you into subspace.”
“I-I… shit…” How did he expect me to have coherent words? “Daddy, can I move my hands?”
“Yes,” he purred and pushed my legs into my chest so that my hole was his for the taking.
I didn’t care that I didn’t have experience being with other men. Because this one—my Dom and my Daddy—was overwhelmingly more than enough.
Getting the lube, he squirted some on his fingers and rubbed circles on my belly, then he massaged the rim of my hole. His fingers were firm and glorious as he sank past the first ring of muscle, scissoring inside me. He added a second and third in quick succession, easily finding my prostate, making me whine and keen and beg for mercy.
“Please, Daddy, fuck me.”
“I am fucking you,” he cooed as he pistoned his fingers in and out of my hole; I was more than prepared to take his cock.
“Please,” I begged, fisting the sheets so I didn’t thrash around like a wild animal.
When he yanked his fingers out, he immediately thrust his cock in halfway. “I’m hungry for you, too, baby. My baby slut. Are you ready for all of me?”
“Yes, Dadd?—”
He speared me with his thick rod at the same time he claimed my mouth, cutting off any words. He ravaged my mouth, plundering with his tongue at the same level of ferocity that he railed me. Pulling out until the tip of his cock was about to break free, he rammed back in.
Groans, loud grunts, and mewls flew out in a rush as I clawed at his back. He didn’t ease up as he pinned my hips against his sweat-slicked skin, swallowing all my sexy noises and pausing only to tell me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me.
“Baby, I’m ready to blow. Pump your cock. I want us to come together.”
“I’m so close,” I whimpered.
Matching my pace with his, the force made my back arch, my toes curl, and my vision blur as sparks of electricity exploded behind my lids.
“Fuuucck,” Daddy howled. “Motherfucker,” he called hoarsely, his throat raw, as if he’d deep throated me. He continued to curse though his release, shaking his head and seemingly attempting to come down as the aftershocks continued for seconds longer.
Even in my blissed out semi-consciousness, I reveled in his warm, sticky seed filling me. Daddy started to ease my legs down when I called, “No, not yet, Daddy. Let your cum sink deep inside me.”
He hadn’t pulled out of me yet so he said, “I’ll stay inside you as long as you want, baby,” as I felt him slide a pillow under my ass. Only then did I lower my legs, but I refused to stretch them out.
He flopped next to me on his side and chained me, arms around my waist. “I think we topped our number one fuck yet.”
“I agree,” I said, still cum-drunk. Obsessed with his cum, I swiped some from the thin stream leaking out around Daddy’s soft cock. “Mmm,” I moaned as I sucked my fingers.
Daddy leaned over and licked my fingers. When he was done, he pressed featherlight kisses to my eyelids, my nose, and my mouth. “Are you happy that you came back with me from Oceanside?”
I stroked his stubbled chin, the side of his face. “Very much, Ethan. And I say that with all my heart. I-I thought…” I squeezed my eyes shut as if trying to see into my own soul. “I thought when I saw Isabella it would be the trigger that really made me run. But the very instant that I gazed at her, I saw you, Daddy. And I fell in love with her the same as I fell overwhelmingly in love with you. The power of my feelings was like none I’d ever experienced. Almost as if you bred me and I birthed her.”
Tears dropped from Daddy and he did nothing to wipe them away. Instead, he pressed his face to mine, our cheeks connected with sweat and tears. “The guardian angel that I saw in church under the glow of stained glass will always be how I first saw you. You are like an angelic mother,tesoro. I saw how tenderly you touched her, with such gentleness. And as long as we’re in Italy at least, you’ll be the mother and dad to her.”
“This might sound crazy, but I feel that I was meant to live in celibacy until I met you. I can’t imagine loving you more, and being our little bird’s mother feels right. Like all the months of last year trying to figure out what kind of job I wanted and what I should be doing that made me happy… Nothing felt right.” I kissed his lips and his cheeks until he looked at me. “This feels right, Daddy, like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.”
Daddy eased his cock out and urged me to sit up. He adjusted so he was facing me. “Jude, I meant what I said earlier about wanting to marry you. I want us to adopt Isabella and be a family legally.” His voice grew hesitant, like he was nervous. Taking my hands, he asked, “Would you marry me?”
“Are you asking me? Because that sounds not quite direct.”
His mouth drew up in a slow smile. “Jude, will you marry me?”
