We quivered, waiting for some sign that the other men were well and truly gone, but then I decided I didn’t give a fuck when Z let out a quiet, needy little mewl and circled his hips. I knew he wasn’t getting exactly what he needed and I hated that. I turned and laid him on his back on the bed, and as much as I wanted to fuck him and lose myself in him like an animal in heat, I was captured by the wonder in his eyes. I could barely breathe as I snagged the bottle of lube.
“Are you okay with this here?” I asked. I wasn’t sure what I would do if he said no.
“Daddy, I’m glad you care so much about me, but I’m going to die if I have to ride home without coming,” he whispered.
I swooped in and kissed him and some of the control I’d been forcing on myself ever since we started the sexual part of our relationship snapped. I bit at his bottom lip and peeled the shorts and underwear off, not paying much attention to the delicate fabric. There was a tearing sound and Z gasped. I sat back on my knees far enough to strip the clothing down his legs. That was it. He was bare, and his beautiful, reddened cock sprang up to arch against the underside of his belly. He bucked his hips, moaning.
Not stopping to talk myself out of it, I rolled from the bed and kicked off my shoes, then tossed down the lube and stripped away my pants. I almost hung myself with my tie, and the shirt and jacket were tossed without care. Z spread his legs for me and pulled them up. He gasped as he seemed to discover he had to maneuver around the larger belly. I crawled onto the bed, feeling every inch a predator.
“Show Daddy your hole. Show me where you want my cock and want me to put my seed, so you’ll stay big and round with all the cum you have in your belly. So you’ll make Daddy a baby, Z. That’s what I want. I want you to belong to me.”
He let out a whimper that almost sounded pained and grasped his thighs, curling himself into a little ball. The struggle around the belly had his face pink and sweat gleamed on his forehead. I was fucking mesmerized. Bending down, I dove face-first between his asscheeks without a single fuck to give. I wouldn’t have even cared if Cedar showed back up with his camera to film it. I swiped my tongue around his hole, and he shivered.
“Daddy, I’m so hard. I can’t…. Daddy, I need you,” he sobbed out.
Grabbing the lube, I sat back up onto my knees and squirted a bunch on my fingers, probably more than I needed. Today I didn’t mess around. I was too far gone, feeling too much like I wanted to roar and show off my boy and have everyone know he was mine. I slid my fingers into the tight ring of his pink hole and found his prostate. I hadn’t fucked him yet, but I’d learned exactly how he liked to be stroked inside. I played with him, massaging that special spot directly so his thighs shook and he tossed his head.
“Please, Daddy. Please fill me up. I want you. I want your seed. I want it inside me. Please, I need it, Daddy. Please.” He panted and strained to lift his ass higher, and there was no way I could deny him. I didn’t want to, anyway. I slicked up my cock.
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
He nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
Leaning forward, I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and kissed him. I moved down to his chest to suck on his nipples, and had barely set my teeth on one of his pink nubs when I felt the burn of his fingernails on my shoulders.
“Daddy, I need you, please,” he whispered. His eyes were too wide. He bared his teeth like he was in agony. “I can’t take any more. It hurts. Not having you in me hurts more than you fucking me ever could.”
Nodding, I moved into position and held my cock still. I nudged my cockhead against his hole, and he smiled at me as I pressed closer. The sudden shift from not being in him to parting his hole and sliding into his scalding heat was unexpected. He’d been so ready for me that there was almost no resistance. He was soft inside and it took me a second to adjust.
“Zayden,” I whispered, and he slid his arms around my neck. “Oh, I love you.”
He laughed. “Me, too.” He locked his legs around me and rocked, with his hard cock trapped between my stomach and the baby belly. I found myself pulled forward until my groin was flush against his asscheeks. His mouth fell open and he nodded. Being in his ass was unlike anything I’d experienced. The tight grip of his ring around me made me want to fuck too fast and end this too quickly.
My body felt like it was floating as I moved with the sinuous twist of his hips. The belly was between us and I couldn’t figure out how to coordinate and get my hand down to jerk him off with it in the way, but Z bit his bottom lip when I lifted his legs higher. His eyelids slid shut as he moaned.
“Am I hitting your spot, boy? Baby, tell me,” I ground out.
“Yes, Daddy. Dare. Fuck, please keep doing that.” He held on tighter, and I fucked him faster, the tension coiling in my gut. I couldn’t hold off much longer. I’d been hard for too long.
“You’re so fucking tight on my dick. Daddy isn’t going to have a choice except to fill you up,” I said. “You’re so beautiful like this.” I touched the crown that was still stuck in his curls with my fumbling fingers and sealed my lips over his. For a few frantic, rocking seconds my entire world was straining with Z, racing toward a fiery, blissful end that felt too big to be real, too wonderful to exist. And then something changed in him and he bowed off the bed, grunting and clutching at me. Wet heat splashed my stomach, and I was stunned.
“Yes, come for me, baby. Come for Daddy. Oh fuck, Zayden, are you really fucking coming on my cock?” I asked and buried myself deep in his ass.
“Yes, Daddy, for you, Daddy,” he sobbed out, hiding his face against my neck. He clung. “I love you. Thank you, Daddy. I want your seed, Daddy. Please, can I have it?” He rambled on under his breath, and I nodded, fucking faster. In one wild rush it was all over as I planted my cock as far in his body as I could and the heat of my orgasm rushed me in one harsh second. I gasped, and my vision whited out for a moment, then pleasure pulsed from my groin out into the rest of my body.
Z sniffled and hugged me till it was hard to breathe, and tears stung my eyes, too. “I’ve never had that. I’ve never had anyone bare in me. I wanted to save that for… I don’t know. You, I guess. I’ve always been waiting for you.”
Holding him, I turned so I wasn’t collapsing all my weight on him and the belly and drew him as close to my body as I could. He hooked his left leg high on my waist, and I slipped a hand down to cradle his ass. “You make me feel like I’m this special guy, and I don’t know… I never thought I was, but thank you, baby. You’re the best boy a Daddy could have.”
Z made an unhappy sound as if he didn’t agree with something I’d said, but I was too blissed out to care.
“I wanted to tell you how much I loved putting my cum in you last time, but I didn’t want to make it weird.”
He tilted his head back and I got a wisp of a smile. “I loved that, too.”
“You can have every drop I make, baby.”
Nearby there was a knock. We didn’t move very quickly, but eventually we shifted around enough to draw the blankets up our bodies.
