“Jack,” Daddy shouted, finally giving me all of it. Everything I wanted. Everything he had. “Jesusfuck. You beautiful, perfect, filthy sweet boy. Fuckinghell, baby. That’s…shit. So good. So,sogood, sweetheart.”
Yes. That.Sogood. So, so good. That was exactly how making him come felt.
He was too deep for me to taste it, but I could feel him pulsing in my throat, and I pressed my face more tightly against him, never wanting to move. Wanting my throat to be permanently stretched into the shape of his cock, to have every bit of me, inside and out, marked by his seed, to feelownedand held and cherished, just like this, for as long as he’d let me stay.
My eyes fluttered shut as the rushing in my ears got even louder, Daddy’s hands firm and secure where they held the back of my head and my arms—oops—wrapped tightly around his thighs.
But even though he hadn’t said I could touch him, he didn’t seem to mind. Or maybe that was just because he was still coming. Still using my throat as he milked out the last of it with slow, tiny thrusts, his cock still buried to the hilt while he gave me what I’d worked for and his deep voice growled out filthy praise that washed me in a low rumble and everything was… was justperfect.
Until I twitched, my body fighting for air even though every other part of me never wanted to move at all.
But the minute I started struggling, Daddy pushed me back, his cock trailing cum over my tongue and filling all my senses with his flavor as he pulled it out.
I instantly coughed and gasped and started to choke, but he held me steady. And having his hands on me, his taste on my tongue, the way my own cock was so achingly hard that just the way my shorts rubbed against it while I flailed and choked and coughed almost… almost made me…
Ohno. He hadn’t said I could come, but I didn’t think I could stop it. Any second now I was going to?—
“Baby,” Daddy growled, yanking me up off the couch and against his chest about one second before I exploded. “Jesus.”
He leaned down and nuzzled my neck, still panting against my throat as his thick, wet cock rubbed across my belly.
It was softening, but oh God, feeling it against me, and his hot mouth on my skin, and his arms so tight around me, plus the way my dick was grinding against his thigh… I really was going to come.
I didn’t have permission, and I was going to come all overhim.
I gasped, trying not to. Trying to be good. Trying so, so hard.
“Daddy,” I said desperately, struggling to twist myself away. “Please. I need?—”
He chuckled, sliding his hands down to my ass and lifting me. “I know. And I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
I squeaked, which might have been mortifying if I wasn’tstilltrying not to come… not to mention busy clamping my arms and legs around him and holding on for dear life as he turned and started walking,carryingme, toward the bedroom.
Every step had my cock rubbing against him, and I buried my face against his shoulder and whimpered, sure at any minute that I was going to soak his nice shirt in fountains of cum.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, even though it hadn’t happened yet. “Daddy, Ican’t, I’m going to,please?—”
“No,” he cut in firmly.
And just like that, even though having him take charge made me even hornier, my cock settled down and decided to behave.
7
DAMIEN
My boy waslight as a feather, but honestly, if he hadn’t needed me so badly, I probably would have staggered when I first lifted him into my arms, my knees weak and my heart still racing from the mind-blowing perfection of the orgasm he’d just given me. Jack made me strong, though, and even though my balls had gotten some relief now—momentaryrelief, just enough to take the edge off and give me the stamina I’d need to fuck him the way he deserved later—I still had a burning need of my own that had to be sated.
The need to take care of him, just like I’d promised.
I laid him out on the bed. “So beautiful, sweetheart,” I said, feasting my eyes on his perfect form. “I want you naked, though.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he said breathlessly, scrambling upright as he yanked at the tiny top he wore, pulling it off and tossing it aside before I had time to blink, then reaching for his shorts.
A fierce, possessive smile spread across my face at his eagerness, but?—
“No, baby,” I said, plucking his hands away and pushing him back down on the bed. “That’s my job, remember? Daddy gets to take care of you.”
He whimpered like the perfectly needy boy he was, but settled right down like I’d told him to without fighting me on it. If anything, that pretty little cock of his seemed to get even harder, jerking and twitching in his shorts like it had a mind of its own.
