He picked up his pace, though he didn’t peg my prostate. I would have thought he was being purposeful in teasing me, except he didn’t really know what he was doing.
“Daddy. Condoms?”
I gritted my teeth and pointed toward the nightstand drawer. He opened it and reached in, digging around. My eyes stung and I swiped the back of my hand over my forehead. He let out a triumphant grunt and pulled a strip free. The condoms flopped onto the bed beside us and he didn’t reach for them again.
“I’ve never put one on, Daddy.”
My pulse raced and my cock gave a harsh throb. “Oh, baby boy.”
I sat up and fumbled around, ripping one square free of the others. I tossed the rest of the condoms and then turned. His cheeks were flushed and his chest rose and fell fast as he panted. My throat was tight as I opened, then unrolled the condom and slipped it onto him. I took the lube and slicked him up, and his eyelids fluttered. I leaned in and kissed him until his cock pulsed in my hand and he was moaning again.
“Fuck Daddy, boy,” I growled against his lips. My control teetered on a razor’s edge and I was close to tossing him on his back to take what I wanted.
“You’re sure I won’t—”
“Trust me. That’s the lesson tonight. You have to trust me and learn to do as I say, and I say fuck me, boy.”
I turned and arched my back, planting my hands firmly on the bed. Slowly I wrapped the velvet around my fist until he had to move forward. I spread my legs to give him room, and he rested his soft hands on my back.
“Daddy, I want to do it so bad.”
He lined his cock up and nudged against my opening. I realized I was so worried about how nervoushewas that I’d tensed. I chuckled, breathed deep to relax, and smirked to myself. The next time he tentatively pressed against my hole, I pushed back on him, and he whined as he parted my body and stuffed me. The invasion stunned me stupid. To be so full after I’d been empty had frantic tingles sizzling along my cock. He nudged himself in farther and brushed the spot in my ass that sparked pleasure deep in the root of my shaft, where the too-good electricity raced to pulse on my tip. I shuddered.
“Oh, you’re Daddy’s good boy. Now fuck your Daddy.”
16
Max
When I was eighteen, I’d bought my first sex toy—a Fleshjack. I still remembered the bliss I’d felt when I’d first stuck my dick inside it. The engulfing grip had my head floating, the kind of feeling my fist couldn’t provide. I realized today, though, that was nothing compared to an actual body. JP’s hole was more than just tight, it was warm, and sucked me in like he was a void and I was an explorer of his ass. If I’d known it had felt this great, I might have gone out and had sex earlier. I was also glad I hadn’t, though, because I was sharing my first with my Daddy.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his deep voice lulling me into a sense of security I’d never really felt until now. “Nice and gentle at first, boy. It’s been a while.”
I didn’t know where to put my hands and held them above his hips, but when he grabbed one, he put it on his waist and tugged the velvet around my middle. Closing my eyes, I drank in the feeling of pure heaven, the darkness exploding into bright lights behind my eyelids. The pressure on my sensitive hard-on made it all the better, and I felt it every time he gave a purposeful squeeze of his hole.
My balls already pulsed, throbbing and begging to release their load into the warmth, but I forced myself to still when I got the entire way in, taking a deep breath. I didn’t want this to be over before it even began. I couldn’t disappoint Daddy like that, even if it felt like my body was sitting on a cliff, ready to fall over the edge with a tiny movement.
JP squeezed my wrist, and I snapped my eyes open. His smile was gentle and reassuring, and my gut turned warm at the way he stared over his shoulder at me. “You’re doing so good, boy.”
I whimpered and chewed on my bottom lip. Between the pressure of his hole on my cock and the desire on his face, I was so close it hurt. “Daddy, I want to come.”
He shook his head. “Not yet, boy. I need you to fuck Daddy. Shove yourself into me until I can feel you at work tomorrow. Can you do that for Daddy?”
I nodded quickly. “Anything for you, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” He arched his back, and I gasped as I slid in a little deeper. Crooking his fingers at me, he smirked. “Come give me a kiss.”
I leaned forward, my belly and chest pressed against the curve of his ass and back, restrained wrists trapped between us, and kissed him as he’d asked. His lips were soft against mine, and the meeting of our mouths wasn’t fast and passionate but slow and sweet. I enjoyed it because we kissed the way I wanted to fuck.
“Good boy,” he murmured against my lips. “You’re such a good boy, making Daddy proud.”
I whimpered again, my fingernails burrowing into the skin of his hip. “Please, can I move?”
He tickled his fingers over my face, and I shuddered at the soft touch, which felt like a thousand bolts of electricity. “Are you going to be Daddy’s good boy and not come if I let you fuck me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured, my body shuddering as I held still. “I promise I won’t come. I promise.”
“And if you do, you’ll be punished. Do you understand?” He raised his eyebrows at me, and I knew he meant his threat. He tugged on the velvet, and the skin on my wrists stung at the burn of the binding. I shuddered at the feeling, almost as good as his ass clenched around me.
