“Let Daddy hear your voice.” He slid his tongue along my hip bone on my left side and I moaned, even louder than I’d thought I might.
“Yes, Daddy. Yours, Daddy. All yours. I promise.”
“What do you need from me, boy?” he asked, glancing up.
My mind spun. “You, Daddy. You.” I stared down at my hard cock and bit my lip. “Daddy, I’m going to come no matter what you do. I’ll take anything you’ll give.” I felt exposed as I uttered those words. I would’ve never said anything like that during sex in the past, but I felt safer with Daddy.... With Gian. I felt important to him, and even though sometimes I got scared, I wasn’t afraid of him.
He slid his hands to my hips and gripped me tightly, which made me want to thrust, so I tried. He held me still, and my cock twitched hard enough it smacked against my abs.
He hummed. “Do you want me in your ass while you scream how much you love your Daddy and empty every swimmer?” He leaned in and kissed my balls. “I want to see you spurt like a fountain.”
“Please, please, Daddy.” I whimpered. “I’ll do anything.”
He held my hips tight and yanked me away from the wall. I balanced myself with my hands on his shoulders, but he shoved me toward the bed, and I was a little scared—mostly excited—as I stumbled that direction. He got to his feet fast and pushed me until I flopped down on my belly across the white blankets, and then he lay down on my back, using his weight to trap me against the bed. I loved having him so close and hated that I couldn’t do anything about my cock. It was starting to drive me crazy. Maybe he understood how desperate he was making me because an evil chuckle gusted into my ear as he sucked on the lobe. My cock ached as he nibbled on that tiny piece of flesh. Why did it feel so good? Daddy kissed the back of my neck, and I shuddered.
“Daddy, I’m supposed to pleasure you,” I said.
He laughed. “This is a treat, don’t worry. I’m enjoying every second of this. You’re so beautiful.”
Smiling, I buried my face against the bed. He took me by surprise when he lifted off me enough to roll me over underneath him, then settled down on me again. Instead of making me feel trapped, his weight kept me here with him and connected us.
I liked it.
He snagged my hands and trapped them beside my head as he leaned down and sucked kisses onto my lips. I couldn’t remember ever making out naked this way, and I would do it as long as he wanted. He moved, and I almost died as his stomach pressed against my cock, a light tease that quickly became slippery and fantastic with all my slick precum wet against his skin. The tickle of the hair on his abs over my cockhead was almost too much. I strained and my cock throbbed. I could probably come this way. A moan tried to slip out of me, and I clamped my lips down on it.
Daddy scowled as he leaned away, and I panicked, but he kissed me and chased some of the fear off.
“Yes,” he said, rolling his hips and dragging his belly across my cock again. “I want to hear it. I want you to scream for me.”
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I followed his body with mine, a sensual dance I let him lead. The pleasure quickly destroyed my mind. This felt so good, and Daddy seemed pleased with me. I threw my head back, and a loud sound escaped I’d never heard in my entire life. It made everything better to let go.
“Suck,” Daddy said, and I was surprised when he shoved two fingers into my mouth, but I did as he said, treating them like they were his cock. He growled and pushed them in farther, until they almost had me gagging, but then he pulled them out. He leaned up on one arm, and I knew what was coming next, but I wasn’t truly prepared for it. With his eyebrows low and concentration on his face, he slid his fingers behind my balls and down to my hole. I held my breath as he swirled the middle one in a tease around my entrance, then carefully wriggled it into me. It had been a while, but I tried to relax and take him, and a violent wave of pleasure rushed me as Daddy smiled.
“Such a sweet boy. Do you want Daddy’s cock, Phoenix?”
Nodding was all I could accomplish. If he needed real words, we’d never get him inside me because I couldn’t speak right now. I raised my legs up until they were curled closer to my chest, trying to let him know I was more than ready for anything he wanted to give me.
“Damn it. I should’ve asked before now, but I wasn’t thinking. Condoms? Do you want them? I don’t have any in the house, but I could go get some.” The gravel in Daddy’s voice was sexy and made me shiver.
I shook my head because I couldn’t stand the thought of stopping now, and I trusted my Daddy—trustedGian—to take care of me.
“Out loud, sugar. This is important.” He kissed the corner of my mouth.
“No condoms. I’m good.”
The second finger he worked into my ass felt massive and I couldn’t stop myself from squeezing around him. I wasn’t ready when he curled his fingers and rubbed the spot that exploded rainbows in my belly. He bent his head and latched onto my nipple while he did that, and I had no idea how much time passed, but I quivered and moaned and even squealed when he bit firmly. I was on the brink of coming the entire time he played with me that way, and while it felt good, after a while it was more of a torture. I wasn’t sure when it happened, but at some point I began to yell—“Please, fuck me, Daddy!”—and didn’t stop, not even when he switched to torturing my other nipple.
I was so out of it I didn’t know how the lube bottle Daddy pressed in my hand had gotten there. I blinked my eyes open and stared at it. Daddy went up on his knees, and I shook as I studied him while he slid his hand along the powerful cock that bobbed between his thighs, excited and hard again.
“Boy, Daddy wants to own you. Get me ready.”
His chest was broad and strong, sprinkled with hair, his abs flat and his muscled legs flexing. The cock I’d spent months thinking about jutted from a thick thatch of dark hair like it wished it was already inside me. Daddy was so handsome it stunned me. This man wanted to fuck me. I couldn’t get over it.
Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes as I nodded fast. I opened the bottle of lube and squeezed far too much out onto my palm, but that was probably a good thing—better too much than too little. I slathered his cock until it glistened, but there was still a lot of lube left in my palm. I stared down at the mess, and he laughed. I wasn’t sure what he was up to, but he guided my hand toward my cock.
“Show Daddy how you take care of yourself. Not too much, I want the lube on you, not you coming,” he said sternly.
I gasped. “Yes, Daddy. I wouldn’t come without you saying it was okay, Daddy.”
