“Baby, you’re so good,” I said, tipping his head back and sucking my way down his throat. “Incredible. You ready to let me have your ass now?”
“It’s yours, Daddy,” he panted.
I’d never get tired of hearing that. Not ever.
“I want you naked and in the shower,” I said, running my hands down his incredible body and squeezing his ass to pull him in tighter. “Get it ready for me, baby, but don’t touch your cock. We’re not going to do that tonight.”
He ground against my thigh more desperately, letting his head drop onto my shoulder. “Daddy, fu-udge, seriously?” he whined, making my dick try to come back to life. “I need to come.”
“You will,” I promised, peeling him off me and tugging him toward the bathroom. “But baby, your ass is so sensitive, and we’ve got plenty of time. You’re going to come untouched for me. Can you do that, sweetheart? Ride my cock until you spill for me?”
He shook his head. “Can’t.”
I grinned. “Yes, you can.”
“Daddy...”
“Is in charge,” I reminded him. “So don’t worry about it, Jordan. Just do what I tell you to, clean that pretty ass of yours out so I can have it, and then let Daddy take care of you for the rest of the night.”
Or forever. But first things first.
22
Jordan
I wantedto do what Daddy said, but Jesusfuck, he’d eaten my ass for an hour and then fucked me on every surface in the room, slowing down every time I got close and pushing me even higher whenever I started begging. He’d said a million filthy things to me and even more sweet ones, andfuuuucccckkkkkkkkk, it wasn’t that Imeantto try and get myself off—I knew that was his job and I fuckingwantedit to be—it was just that that shit was now out of my control.
I’d never been so close to coming, for so fucking long, in my entire life. My brain was totally fried and I had zero power to stop the desperate sounds coming out of my mouth and even less over the way I couldn’t stop grinding my cock into the bed as he pinned me there and fucked me slow, his entire body laid flat on top of mine and making me feel fuckingowned.
“Be good,” he said for the hundred thousandth time as he pulled out yet-a-fucking-gain, spanked my ass for disobeying, then rolled me onto my back. “I don’t want you coming that way, sweetheart.”
“I can’t, fuck, Daddy,please,” I babbled, my whole body wound so tight that every time his skin brushed against mine, it felt like I was about to finally go off.
“Okay, baby,” he said, pulling my arms over my head. “Just hold onto this and don’t touch your cock. I’ve got you.”
I wrapped my hands around the metal posts in the bed frame. “I’m going to fucking die here if you don’t fuck me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse because holy fuck, he’d been making me scream earlier when he’d had me bent in half over the back of the chair in the corner of the room.
He grinned, hot and fierce, as he yanked my hips toward him and threw my legs over his shoulders. “Oh, sweetheart, I could keep fucking you all night. Being inside you is exactly where I want to be for the rest of my life.”
“Fuck,” I whispered, being halfway to an edging-induced coma completely wiping out my ability to watch my language the way he liked. My balls legit ached and I was floating so high that even my desperation to come felt sort of fuzzy and distant. Every breath I sucked in tasted like sweat and sex andAndy, and even though I needed a release more than I needed air, I also, shit, I was so damn addicted to the high of knowing I was totally in his hands that I almost didn’t fucking want it. Just wantedthis, to stay right here teetering on the razor’s edge of coming with everything up to him, for-fucking-ever… at least, that’s what I wanted right until Daddy lubed up again, shoved a pillow under my hips, and drove himself balls deep in one hard thrust, nailing my prostate so hard I screamed.
Fuck, tried to, anyways. Actually just gasped for fucking air and felt everything tip over fromonthe edge to falling right off it as I tightened my grip on those metal posts and held on tight as hours worth of cum build up suddenly rushed through me in a hot flood that shot everywhere, wiping outeverything.
“Jesus, yes, God, like that,” Andy panted, fucking me right through it. Forcing more cum out of me with every thrust, my cock going off totally untouched, over and over, as he held me at the perfect fucking angle and pounded into my prostate and ruined me forever for anyone but him, for anything but this.
Which was perfect, because I didn’t want anything else. Not ever.
“Baby,fuck,” he finally gasped, his hips stuttering against my ass as he collapsed on top of me, grinding deep as he came, too. “Gorgeous.”
I was too fucked out to move or open my eyes, and I didn’t want him to go anywhere, either, so I peeled my hands off the bars and wrapped them around him, instead.
“Fuck, Daddy,” I croaked, my throat raw as shit. “You wrecked me.”
“Language, baby,” he said, which definitely meant he was recovering faster than I was. Instead of pulling out, rolling me over, and spanking me for it, though, I felt his smile against my shoulder, then a lazy kiss in the same spot. “Merry Christmas.”
I dragged my eyes open, my ass still fluttering around him as the aftershocks faded. “Is it Christmas already?”
“For a few hours now,” he said. “Which means I can give you a present.”
