“Daddy, if you’re only doing it for me—”
I laughed, plucking his hand off me and tackling him to the mattress. Pinning him beneath me—hands held above his head and all that warm, damp, smooth skin of his pressed up against mine—so I could kiss that sweet, tender mouth of his until he was breathless.
“I would do anything for you,” I assured him, meaning it with all my heart. Then I gave him a filthy smile, slowly rutting on top of him, my cock trapped in the hot crease of his thigh, as I added, “But I will very much also be doing it for me, too.”
“Daddy,” he said in the breathless tone I’d been waiting for, arching up under me. But then—my sweet, unselfish boy—he went still and checked in with me. “But are you sure?” he asked, looking up at me earnestly. “Because you said nothing would make me feel as good as your cock, but you’re wrong. Every time you touch me it’s… it’s better than anything that’s ever happened before. Every time you pose me, or kiss me, or even… even just look at me.” He was blushing now. “Just knowing you love me,” he whispered. “That’s enough. It’severything. And you don’t need to spoil me all the time with orgasms, too.”
“Iwillspoil you,” I corrected him. “With orgasms and with anything else I decide to.”
Because from the little I already knew, my boy hadn’t had anyone to take care of him properly until now, and there was nothing I would enjoy more than making up for that, for the rest of his life.
“But—”
“Who’s in charge here, sweetheart?” I cut him off, undulating my hips on top of him and biting back a groan at the immediate reaction I got to that.
“You… you are, Daddy,” he stuttered, eyes glazing over a little as I kept grinding myself against him. “But… but it’s just that, that…Daddy.”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” I said, releasing his hands so I could hitch one of his legs over my hip and get a better angle to stimulate him with. “Daddywillalways make you feel good. There’s nothing I could ever enjoy more than taking care of you like this, baby.”
Taking care of him inallways.
“Yes, please, Daddy,” he started to pant, clutching onto my shoulders, and thrusting up against me. Then his eyes cleared a little and he said, “But, wait, I want to… to take care of you, too. And if you’re not, um, if you don’t always, if you give me this but don’t let me…”
“If I don’t always come after you do?” I prompted, guessing where he might be going with that.
He nodded. “I just want to make you feel good, too.”
“Every moment that you let me take care of you, you’re doing exactly that, baby.”
But not only was I forty-five, with a refractory period significantly longer than his, but being in charge of his pleasure, making him come by my hand, or at my command, or on my cock—which was definitely happening before the day was over—all of thatwasmy pleasure. It was just as deeply satisfying, albeit in a totally different way, as when I used his body to come myself.
Which wasn’t to say I didn’t enjoy that, too. But—
“Rene,” I said, keeping up the slow roll of my hips because making him feel good was addictive, even though—this time—I didn’t want him to come until I was finally inside his ass. “You will always get more orgasms than I do, and do you know why?”
He shook his head, plush lips parted and panting as our cocks rubbed together.
“Because Daddy’s in charge, and that’s what I want. Because getting you off, taking the control you trust me with, having the privilege of watching you as you give yourself over to me… Baby, I need every one of those just as much as I’ve ever needed an orgasm. So every time I give you one, Iamgetting what I need.”
Rene’s eyes were wide.
“But I also very much want to top you,” I said, my cock throbbing between us. The lack of lube was the only thing keeping our frottage slow. “I’m desperate to work your ass open and train it to take me. I’ve been dreaming of filling you up with my cum and marking you as mine from the inside out. And I plan on doing that again, and again, andagain, every single time you’re empty, because you belong to me.”
“Yes, yes, please,” he panted.
I grinned, hot and feral. “So don’t ever doubt that whenever I fuck you, that each time we make love, that each and every chance I have to fill you, your pleasure will come first… but I’ll most definitely be doing it for my pleasure, too.”
“Okay, yes, please,yes.”
His desperate-sounding babble was a litany of his need and his desire to please me, and I was almost entirely sure he wasn’t actually tracking everything I was saying. Hell, I wasn’t even sureIwas. But when that pretty cock of his started leaking slick between us and he arched up against me with his pupils blown wide, I knew it was starting to feeltoogood.
It was time to stop.
Iwouldmake him come this way, undoubtedly many times. But not this one.
“Daddy,” he gasped when I lifted my hips away, grabbing for me as I slid his leg off me and then calming as soon as I pressed a fast, claiming kiss to his mouth.
Then another, slower one.
