I couldn’t breathe. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. I was so comfortable with Daddy now that sometimes things just spilled out of my mouth.
“That doesn’t seem healthy, baby boy,” he murmured in my ear.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” I said, and then I tilted my head back and covered his mouth with mine. I liked to let Daddy lead, but I needed his touch more than his questions. He took over the kiss and nibbled at my bottom lip, which had me leaning more of my weight against him, and we stood there and made out until he grabbed my right leg and dragged it up to hook it around his waist. The rush of pleasure from his hard cock rutting against mine knocked the breath right out of me. He snagged the back of my other leg, and I got the idea, breaking away from the kiss to laugh as he picked me up. I clung to him, and he carried me through the living room and hall. We fell too hard together when we got to his bed, but I loved his weight on top of me.
“Are you okay to do this right now?” he asked, pecking his lips to mine again.
I nodded.
He scanned my face, almost like he was looking for lies, but then he smiled. “If that changes, let me know.”
“Okay.”
He went to his knees and slid his hands under my shirt, skimming them along my belly. I helped him remove my clothes, and not long later we were both naked on top of the blankets. I squirmed over until I was in the center of the bed with my head on the pillows, and he stared at me as if I was a strange miracle. A small cross on a chain hung from his neck, and I wasn’t sure if I’d ever seen this one, but I reached up to touch the glittering gold.
He slid down the bed, and I laughed when he kissed the top of my left foot and dragged his stubbled cheek along my calf. He nibbled at my kneecap, and my cock strained toward the ceiling as he got closer to it. He didn’t blow me, though. He spent a long time kissing my inner thighs and all around my groin, so much that I was starting to go out of my mind every time his cheek brushed my hard cock.
“Daddy,” I sighed out as he sucked on my stomach, right below my belly button. He kissed up my abs, and I snickered when he licked a line from the center of my chest down, then came back up and licked from my left nipple over to the right one. He swirled his tongue around my right nipple for a while and heat streaked to my groin that made me buck my hips.
“Bless you, my child,” he said, amusement sparkling in his eyes.
I groaned because it was funny, but not. “I’m holy now, huh?” I asked, feeling more like myself than I had in a long time.
He blinked at me, or maybe the tone of my voice. “You always were,” he said softly, then covered my lips with his and rested his body on top of mine. He held my sides and rolled until I was comfortably on top of him, with my legs on either side of his hips and his cock nudging against my ass.
Daddy slid his hand between us and wrapped it around my dick, and I hissed when he gave me a small tug.
“What do you want, boy?”
“You,” I was quick to answer as I rocked my hips. “Only you.”
He pulled me down with a hand on the back of my neck, and I melted against him as he kissed me and mapped out the inside of my mouth with his tongue. He fumbled to get the lube out of the nightstand, and when he had it in hand, he smiled at me.
“Turn around,” he murmured.
Confused, I shrugged and did what he said, putting his cock right in front of my face and my ass in his. I moaned as his warm tongue delved between my cheeks, the movement of his body tilting his cock toward me so I could suck the precum from his slit. He growled against my hole and sent shivers along my spine, and I sucked playfully on his cockhead until his thighs tensed, and then two slick fingers slid into my ass. I moaned and used his cock as a distraction as three, then four fingers made their way into my hole. I whimpered when his thumb nudged the rim of my ass, but he didn’t press inside. I wasn’t sure I would be able to take that. When he was done with the lube, he smacked my ass lightly.
“Turn around, ride Daddy’s cock,” he ordered. His breath was harsh and ragged in the room, and I was quick to follow orders. When I was in position, with his cockhead nudging against my hole, he grabbed my hips in a harsh grip and pressed me down. I had no choice except to sink onto his cock—not that I minded. I wanted it. I hissed as he pulled me forward and my dick got trapped between our bodies, and then he was kissing me again with one hand resting on my lower back and the other cupping the nape of my neck.
There was no way I could stay still, and I started a gentle rhythm with him that neither of us tried to rush. He sucked on my tongue, and I arched against him to put pressure on my cock while he shifted and moved to slam into me harder, even though he was on the bottom. Pretty soon, despite the fact that this had started out as me fucking myself on Daddy, he was controlling the pace and depth of the strokes from his cock.
Groaning, I pulled back and dropped my face into the crook of his neck as he hit my prostate just right and a warm rush of pleasure flooded my belly. “I’m close, Daddy. Please.”
“Want you to feel good, boy,” he said, between drawing in deep breaths.
“I do, Daddy,” I mumbled and clung to him as he fucked faster.
Not long later the bliss flooding my body from deep in my ass overwhelmed me and I tensed in his arms, crying out as pleasure crashed around in my groin in a sweet, delightful wave. I clung to him and rode out the steady rush of joy.
“Yes, good boy, give it to Daddy,” he mumbled in my ear, and I shuddered against him. He stuffed his cock deep into my ass and moaned, and the sensation of him unloading was perfect. The heat wasn’t much of a difference, but the spark of warmth inside my hole made me feel good, and like I belonged to him. I kissed his neck and breathed in the manly scent of the sweat we’d worked up together, and he held me close for a long time, neither of us caring about the mess from my cum that squished between our bellies.
“What’s wrong?” he asked me, and I startled. “What are you thinking about?”
I shrugged. “Your house is safe. I didn’t like what happened tonight, didn’t like you inviting people here. I’m sorry, Daddy.” I hid my face against his neck and waited for him to tell me it was his home and he could do whatever he damned well pleased.
He stroked his hand down my spine. “Didn’t you want to see them?”
My first impulse was to say “Yes, Daddy” but I made myself wait and think, something we’d been talking about in group therapy. “I wanted to see them, but promise me, please. Promise you won’t do that again.”
