“I am,” I confirm, a smile on my face and adrenalin pumping all over my body as I feel Olivier’s cock push up against my lubed ass hole. “It’s…big.”
Olivier grips me shoulders and begins to ease his cock in deeper, making me reach for a pillow and bite down hard. It’s only for amoment, but I don’t think it’s going to fit…however luckily for me I’ve got a Daddy who knows precisely what he’s doing.
“That’s it, you let your Daddy fill you up,” Olivier growls, his cock now fully inside me. “You can make all the noise you want, boy. Don’t feel embarrassed.”
And with that, I begin to relax and enjoy the feeling of my Daddy working his strokes back and forth, making my cheeks bounce and clap as he works up the pace.
I’ve not had a ton of experience, but I know that this is by far the best that sex has ever felt. Olivier is giving it to me like a real man, hard and gruff. But I trust him, and I know he’ll treat me right afterward too. It’s this knowledge that means I can start to let loose and really enjoy every damn thrust as he stretches and fills me.
“Fuck! Daddy! Harder! Harder! I’m going to…” I say, my legs trembling as I feel my cock shoot a hot sticky mess onto the sheets beneath me.
In the midst of my own orgasm, I feel Daddy’s hot cum fire up inside my ass too, my hole clenching and throbbing as I continue to climax for way longer than I’ve ever experienced.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t take it anymore,” I holler, overwhelmed by just how incredible this feels.
“Ride it out, boy,” Olivier guides me, slowing his thrusts to a rocking motion. “Enjoy every second.”
Soon enough, I feel myself collapse in my own cum and sweat on the bedsheets as Olivier pulls out and falls down beside me. We wrap ourselves up together, our naked bodies uniting as one as we breath heavily, laugh, and nuzzle one another.
“That was…” I say, unable to finish my sentence.
“The best?” Olivier laughs. “Well, it was for me anyway.”
“And me, Daddy,” I giggle. “But now I’m sleepy.”
With that, I pretend that I’m asleep and make some comically loud snoring noises. But the truth is that I actually am almost asleep. I’m wiped out, body and mind totally lost in the moment that my wonderful Daddy Chef gave me.
I don’t ever want this to end.
I don’t ever want there to be a last time.
I think Olivier could be my Forever Daddy…
The wintery morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Olivier's apartment, casting a soft glow over the rumpled sheets. I wake slowly, my body aching in the best way—sore muscles from the site mixed with the delicious remnants of last night's fun and games.
Olivier's arm is draped over my waist, his breath steady and warm against my neck. Lexi's squished between us, his jazzy tail poking out from under the covers.
I don't want to move, don't want to break this bubble.
Last night was...everything.
The way Olivier took control, made me feel small and cherished even as he drove me wild.
My Forever Daddy?
The thought sends a thrill through me, but also a pang. I know that despite how good I feel now, real life waits outside.
Olivier stirs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "Morning, boy. Sleep well?"
"Best ever," I mumble, rolling to face him. His eyes crinkle with that stern affection, hand tracing my jaw. We linger, trading lazy kisses.
But the clock ticks.
And the site calls.
"Gotta go. Work."
Olivier nods, understanding. "Text me later, boy,” he says with a smile. “And Danny? Last night... you'reminenow."
