“Please, Daddy, I want to come. Let me come,” I begged, throwing a pleading look over my shoulder.
JP was beautiful like this, his cheeks flushed with desire and his hair a mess, completely opposite of the put together appearance he had in the office. This wasn’t the buttoned-up high-collared assistant of the deputy mayor, this wasmyDaddy.
He smiled and my heart clattered against my ribs. How did I manage to catch such a handsome man? He leaned down to kiss me on the lips and the movement had him sliding deeper inside me until his balls slapped the back of mine.
I gasped into his mouth and he used it to his advantage, fucking his tongue past my lips and against my own. We groaned in unison, and then he swiveled his hips, and I was flying high in bliss again. His cock pegged my prostate in a way I’d never felt, and there was no going back. I didn’t have time to reach for my erection, to stop the impending orgasm as it raged through me like an angry forest fire. My balls dumped every drop of cum filling them and spurts of jizz fired from my slit, painting the blanket beneath me.
The lack of warning had my cheeks hot with embarrassment as I glanced over my shoulder at JP. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He chuckled gently, stroking down my spine and over the curve of my ass. “It’s okay, boy. Although, I will punish you later for coming without permission.” He raised his brows. “I am impressed you were able to shoot hands-free, though.”
I blushed deeper and groaned. “Please keep going, Daddy. Use me like a sex doll. Fuck me until you come in me.”
His eyes lit up with something new and sizzling, and he pulled out of me before grabbing my arm. He spun me onto my back, and I went, so enthralled with the expression on his face that I didn’t care he’d dropped me into my cooled cum, or that it squished against my skin. My Daddy was here, above me, looking like the devil possessed as he seized my knees and shoved them to my chest. My cock was still plump, but all I could focus on was JP and the way he manhandled me as he lined his erection against my ass again, and how it felt when he slammed himself inside my hole. His width speared me apart and the pain and pleasure blended together into an excited thrill that sped through my body.
I would never understand people’s need to find a high with drugs when they could have sex like this. All anyone needed was a Daddy like JP.
He fucked into me roughly, gripping my thighs as he did exactly what I’d asked. Right now, I wasn’t just his boy, I was someone to get off on—a whore whose main goal was to please my Daddy, and the thought excited me as much as it did him, apparently.
So I ran with the fantasy. “Please, Daddy, use me. Use my hole like I’m your sex slave. I have no purpose but to please you and make you come, Daddy.”
“Fuck. Fuck.” Sweat gleamed on JP’s forehead as he gathered my legs together in front of him, cuddling them against his chest as though they were a teddy bear. He thrust into me roughly and I knew I’d be sore tomorrow, and I thrived on the thought. Iwantedto hurt, to be reminded that JP had used me like the slut I am.
“Does that feel good, Daddy?” I whispered. I couldn’t see his face past my legs because he’d rested his forehead against my calves, but his pace had slowed down, and he shuddered against me. He had to be close. “Are you coming for me, Daddy? Please, your boy wants to be your favorite little slut.”
I didn’t know what came over me, why I felt the need to talk dirty to him, but a fantasy buried deep inside had slithered its way out and taken hold of me.
“Yes, boy, you’re my little slut.”
“Your cum dumpster,” I whispered, refusing to blush even though I wanted to.
He kissed my right calf and gave a final thrust forward before he froze, a long, deep groan escaping his mouth. For the second time, I wished I could feel his cum inside me, buried deep in my hole. I expected to be sickened at the thought of the mess, but my current frame of mind didn’t give me the chance because I focused on the sounds JP made, the groans and quiet cursing as his orgasm rushed through him.
He slumped forward against my legs and let out another quiet groan. “Good boy. You’re such a good boy.”
I trembled at the words and licked my dry lips. “Your cum dumpster.”
Raising his head to look at me, he smiled lazily. “Yes, boy, you’re my cum dumpster.”
I couldn’t stop the blush this time. Tilting my chin back, I silently asked for a kiss. He spread my legs again so he could lean over me, and his mouth slanted over mine. We kissed for a few minutes, languidly enjoying the taste of each other before my mind caught up.
I was lying in cum.
Shuddering at the thought, Itriedto push away the urgings to move and clean up.
“What’s wrong, Max?” he whispered against my lips. “I need you to talk to me.”
“I….” I ducked my head, but like always, he grabbed my chin and tilted it back up, those imploring eyes demanding words. “I’m lying in my cum. It’s dirty.”
He stroked my cheek and slowly slid out of me. We both gasped when his tip popped free, and then he sat back on his knees. He held out his hand and I took it, and he helped me up. My body zinged for all the right reasons, and my back twinged from how he’d had me folded in half while he was fucking me, but I loved the feeling.
We got off the bed and stood, and he dumped his condom before tugging me closer, laying a gentle kiss on my lips, which I leaned into. His touch was like an addiction and I needed more.
“Do you want to shower with me?”
I blinked at him, surprised by the question. I’d never showered with anyone, and just thinking about it warmed my belly. All I could do was nod, and he squeezed the back of my neck, keeping his hold there as he guided me out of the room, down the hallway, and into the bathroom. Like he’d told me, nothing had changed in here, either. All the bodywash bottles and shampoo and conditioner were exactly how I’d left them, and I couldn’t help but smile.
I glanced at him shyly. “Thank you, Daddy.”
