He smirked and pressed a kiss to my lips, and my face burned as I slid my hand down and wrapped it around my cock. I stroked from root to tip and almost broke my promise; my orgasm was so close I swore I could taste it.
Daddy lightly cradled my wrist and drew my hand away, and then he grabbed my thighs and jerked upward. The way he stared at me like I was something special made me want to close my eyes and throw my arms around him to thank him. He spread my legs and slipped between them, then slid his arms under my calves so they were supported. I was completely exposed, but that was fine. I was beyond ready to be taken by my Daddy.
The first time he jutted his hips his cockhead pressed against my hole, but I wasn’t relaxed enough, and he slid away. I could barely stand the tease and growled.
“Again, Daddy.”
He snickered and pressed forward, and I did my best to relax my hole. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he popped into my body, and all I could do was grunt. His size was a lot. I nodded and tried to let him in. The dazed way Daddy’s mouth fell open and his eyes widened had me flying high, and as soon as he bumped over my primed prostate, I couldn’t help it—I wriggled around, trying to get more.
“Daddy, I need you,” I moaned out, embarrassed and afraid I was going to make him mad, but he sighed and smiled as he pushed deeper into my body. I loved that I was making my Daddy feel good. He lifted me higher, and I curled my legs over his biceps. I wasn’t ready for the quick, rough pounding he unleashed. He bent closer, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pummeled my body so hard the bed rocked and knocked against the floor.
The steady beating my prostate took sent lightning zipping through my cock from deep inside my ass and small waves of heat rolled out through my body. My stomach clenched and my cockhead tingled. The feeling was so wild. I whimpered with each thrust of his cock into my hole, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t stop the sound, and then I remembered Daddy had told me he wanted to hear my voice. I opened my mouth and my cries filled the room. My face boiled with heat, but it felt so good, and I sank into the way Daddy made my body buzz and tried to forget everything else.
I was riding the crest of a delicious wave Daddy forced to swell deep inside me with his cock when he leaned down and sucked on my neck. That was it—the dam broke. I trembled as my balls drew up and pleasure fired through me from my ass. My cock rubbed against his abs, and I shook and lived in the tsunami that slammed through my belly. The overwhelming tangle of sensations was nearly bad at first, because it was too much, but then it evened out into gentle pulses of pleasure that made all my muscles relax. My cum made my belly a sticky mess.
Daddy buried his cock deep in me and a sigh gusted into my ear. His muscles transformed into rocks under my grip on him, and he shoved in a little farther. My hole twinged, but I was so happy Daddy was pumping his load into me that I didn’t care. He turned his head and kissed me, and I sucked on his tongue while I curled my lower body until my abs hurt to smash my ass the tiniest bit harder against his groin. It only made sense to get every drop he made deep in my body.
Daddy collapsed on top of me, pinning me in place, but I could still breathe, so there wasn’t a chance I would say anything. I loved this. Then fear began to creep in around the edges of what was happening. What if, now that we were done, he sent me away to sleep somewhere else? The terror that wanted to eat away at the good things that were happening right now didn’t get a foothold, though, because Daddy snuggled me close and ran a comforting hand along my side. He didn’t move, keeping his cock buried in my ass—he was part of me right now.
Sniffling, I tried to focus on Daddy and what was happening in this room, the way they said to do in therapy when I was starting to fall into my fears. It was supposed to orient me to the present. I wasn’t sure what all that meant, but it helped to breathe in the scent of Daddy’s sweat and rub my cheek against his stubble. Mr. Jericho said I had a bunch of things. He tried to explain all about PTSD to me, but it just meant I had a lot of stuff to deal with, and while I wanted to know about it, I hated thinking I was messed up. I tried not to dwell much on my problems and just listen to ways to make my life better. I clung to Daddy, and he kissed my cheek.
“This was so perfect,” he murmured, and when he stared into my eyes I closed them. My happiness made me shy for some reason.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I squeezed my legs around him and forced my eyes open.
“You deserve the best.” He leaned up enough to smile and dropped a sweet kiss on my lips.
“And you deserve to use me to come whenever you want, Daddy.” I got a dirty little thrill saying that. I’d been wanting him to do this with me for a long time now.
“I did, and I want to do it again,” he said with a wide grin. His cock hadn’t softened, and he slid out only to thrust deep into my ass again.
I gasped as he chuckled and smiled down at me. This was exactly what I’d wanted, so I wasn’t sure why tears gathered in my eyes. I clung to him.
“What’s wrong?” Daddy asked.
I buried my face against his neck. “I could’ve been with a good Daddy all that time.” Tears, which I always held back when I started thinking thoughts like this, slipped down my cheeks. I was already feeling so much, too much, and couldn’t shut my emotions off. I couldn’t let go while I was talking to everyone at group therapy—I’d worked for so long to keep my feelings hidden when I was in front of people—but here, sheltering my face against my Daddy, I let out a small sob. He tried to get up, and I clung to him with my whole body to keep him inside me.
“I get it,” he said and kissed my ear. “I’ll make you feel better, okay, pretty boy?”
All I could manage was a small nod.
He moved his hips, and at first, I was too upset for sex to be anything but the comfort of my Daddy reminding me he enjoyed my body, but after a while the rubbing on that good spot in my ass had my cock plumping again. Our pace was much slower and calmer than the first time with Daddy kissing me and filling me just right, scraping his cock against the best spots on my insides. I panted against his mouth and matched my rhythm to his—then he wrapped his hand around my shaft and began to tug in time with his thrusts. I was gone. A few strokes of his palm and a heat bomb went off in my belly and on the tip of my cock, harsher with him rubbing his thumb over my cockhead. My stomach muscles cramped as I shivered in his arms while he groaned and his cock twitched in my ass. I couldn’t feel the heat of his load, but I knew it was in there; I belonged to him in every way.
For a while I was out of it, and then Daddy slid free of my body and shushed me when I grumbled. He stroked my sweaty hair back from my forehead and dropped a kiss there, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re a sweet boy.”
“Mm.”
He laughed and left the room, and when he came back, he had a warm washcloth he ran over my front and along my cock. I wriggled at the sensation on my sensitive groin, and he grinned at me. I covered my face with my hands when he slid the cloth between my asscheeks and wiped out the lube and cum that lingered.
“I should be doing this for you, Daddy,” I mumbled.
“No,” he said sharply, and I peeked at him through my fingers as my heart took off racing. “Daddies take care of their boys. I don’t care if it’s right or not, I can’t do anything except make you happy. I want it.”
Daddy tossed the washcloth on the pile of dirty clothes on the floor and crawled onto the bed. He slid his arms around me, drawing me against his side, exactly where I wanted to be.
I’m so lucky.“Thank you, Daddy.”
