“Fuck, Daddy.”
“Yes. Thank you, princess.”
I press my fingers deeper into him, and in response, he gasps and moans, pushing his upper body harder onto the bed, buckling beneath his own weight.
He makes a sound as if he’s trying to speak, but fails. Then he swallows and tries again. “I think I’m ready. Do it.”
I don’t have to be told twice—I was ready for this the moment we stepped into my bedroom—and so I grab the condom and put it on. Still, I remind myself to be patient, because despite all the lube I used and all the stretching I did with my fingers, I’m not sure it’ll be enough.
I bring myself forward, guiding my cock up to his hole, and push. I’m met with resistance, which is normal at this stage, so I try a little harder, and my tip slides in.
But then Luc suddenly yelps and launches forward, telling me my initial thoughts were right: this won’t be easy for him.
“Not all at once, fuck!” he shouts at me.
I place my hand on his back. “Breathe, princess. That was just the tip.”
“Just the tip?!Merde.”
His breathing is fast and shallow when he slowly turns to face me. “I... I don’t think I can do this. It hurts.”
I’ll admit, I’m big, and he’s so incredibly tight, even after my preliminary work. Part of me had expected this, but that doesn’t mean I like it. I’m so hard it hurts, and having his naked body in front of me, to have him looking at me with those trusting eyes, is not helping in the slightest. But it’s as I said before we started: his pleasure is what’s most important.
And so, I swallow all my frustration, ignore my lust, and say, “It’s okay, we can try another time.”
It doesn’t have the effect I anticipated. He throws me a glare. “I don’t want to try another time. How about we switch? I’msmaller, I should be the one doing it. I think I could... in you... maybe.”
“We could, if that’s what you want. But I personally think that—”
“Never mind, it’s stupid. All of this is stupid.”
I shake my head. “It’s not stupid. Do you know what’s stupid? How quickly I’m falling for you.”
As soon as my words reach his ears, his expression settles, and his lips part. “W-what?”
“You know I don’t care about cake, Luc. Heck, I don’t even like cake. I kept coming back to that store because of you. You challenged me and insulted me from day one, and honestly... I’m in the process of falling for you hard. I’ll wait as long as you need me to. We can try again when you’re ready.”
He stares at me, blinking slowly. Then, for reasons unknown to me, he places himself flat on the bed, on his back, looking right at me. “No. We try again now.”
“Now?”
“Oui. Put it in now.”
I struggle with the sudden change. Moments ago, I was trying to relax, looking for ways to get rid of my erection, and now... he’s asking me to put it in. Straight away.
Not that it should be a problem. I’m still hard as a rock, and all it takes is one glance at his body to be ready.
“Alright.”
He lifts his legs, silently inviting me. Okay, here we go, trying again.
For the second time, I guide my cock to his hole and press against it. Except this time, I pause before taking things further.
“Try not to clench up, okay?” I say to him. “And be sure to breathe, princess.”
He doesn’t say anything, only nods, and he stretches his arms above his head, looking straight at me.
He looks ready. If only I could say the same. The responsibility feels even heavier the second time around. If I mess this up, he may never want anything to do with me again.
