Oh.
Oh no.
I didn’t just wish he’d keep me; I might have fallen accidentally a little bit in love with him, too.
And that wasdefinitelydumb and would probably end up hurting worse than the sex… but I’d already realized I’d be happy to hurt for him, so I let it go and decided not to worry about it for now. I couldn’t, actually. Not with the way Daddy was looking at me. Especially not when he smiled, hot and wicked, stroking himself as he rubbed his other hand over my hole and made me whimper again, and then finally,finally, lining his cock up and pushing it in.
“Ohfuck, baby,” he said in a strained voice the minute he breached my rim, his face flushing hot and looking so dang sexy I couldn’t breathe. “You feel… you feel goddamnincredible.”
Or maybe I couldn’t breathe because he was right, Ididfeel incredible. Stretched so wide that it burned a little, but it… it didn’t hurt. Not atall. The burn just made my balls feel even tighter and my dick ache like fire with how bad I wanted to come, and my hole felt, feltgreedy. I wanted?—
“More,” I begged, a word I’d definitely for sureneverused during sex before. “Daddy, please. I—oh.”
He growled, straight-upgrowled, and surged forward, calling me his sweetheart again and grabbing onto my hips hard enough to mark me as he bottomed out in one go. It might have hurt then. I wasn’t sure? I was so full, so fast, that all I felt was totally overwhelmed. Totallyhis. And oh God, also so,soclose to coming that I wasn’t sure the cord around my balls was going to stop it this time.
“Jack,” Daddy rasped, his cock throbbing inside me so hard I could feel every beat of his heart. His hips were pressed flush against me and every muscle on his body looked like it was flexing all at once, but instead of fucking me hard and fast the way it looked like he wanted to, the wayIkind of wanted him to, he leaned forward and brushed the hair off my forehead all soft and gentle-like. “Okay?”
I blinked. My brain fizzed and my cock ached to come and my hole was so totally owned by him that I already knew it would never feel right again without Daddy buried inside it. But… but he wanted something.
“Um, what?” I asked, feeling breathless and fuzzy and horny and confused.
Daddy grinned, his eyes so dark and warm that my heart suddenly felt bigger than my chest. “I asked if you’re okay, sweetboy? You felt so fucking good that I forgot myself. I should have gone slower. Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. My eyesdidsting, the prickling feeling before tears came, but not… not from pain. And then Daddy leaned down to kiss me, gathering me right up and folding me in half as he leaned in and wrapped his arms all the way around me andkissedme, and instead of accidentally blurting out something stupid about… about how he made me feel, I wrapped myself around him, too, flexed the muscles inside me around his cock, and sucked on his tongue until he groaned—all hot and growly and right into my mouth—and he finally,finally, started fucking me for real. Slow at first, with every stroke feeling like magic inside me, inside and out since he still had me held so tightly that my tied-up dick rubbed against his thick stomach each time he thrust… but then faster. Harder. His cock hitting something inside me, over and over andover, that made me feel like I was going to shatter into a hundred million thousand pieces. Or just come. Comeeverywhere. Come so hard it might kill me.
“Oh fuck, sweetheart,” he grunted, kissing me hard again and then unwinding his arms from around me. He stood up, yanking my hips closer to him and holding them tight, and startedpoundingme. “Fucking…hell… Jack. Never—shit. Never want to… to leave your ass, sweet boy. You’remine.”
“Yes,” I gasped, starting to shake apart inside. “Yours. Please, Daddy.Please.”
A dark, dangerous light flashed in his eyes, lighting up all the sparks inside me and making themblaze. He looked possessive and triumphant and so dang hot I couldn’tbreathe, because under that… under all that, he was still looking at me like I was something precious.
“Mine,” he said again, thrusting into me so hard my brain whited out. “I want to keep you, Jack.”
And then it almost felt like Iwascoming, or right on the edge of it,fallingoff the edge except… except I couldn’t quite tumble over it. Ithurt, but not in the way sex had always hurt before. It hurt so good, with my balls getting tighter and tighter and my dick starting to feel like it was made of marble and desperation and liquid pleasure instead of flesh, that I honestly, really and truly, completely thought I had died. Because had Daddy just said?—
“Come, baby,” he growled, his hand suddenly on my cock. He didn’t stroke it. Instead, hedidsomething, gave that cord a tug, and suddenly everything inside me that was good and hot and wound so tight it should have killed me, suddenly exploded all at once out the end of my dick.
“Daddy,” I… probably screamed, my entire world shattering into white-hot bliss.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Fucking goddamnfuck.” And then he was coming too, still pounding into me in a hard, unrelenting rhythm that felt like ownership and safety and all those things in my heart that I didn’t dare name. Daddy fucked me through all of it, keeping my orgasm going and going andgoing, and all the while telling me I was beautiful and perfect and… and best of all, repeating what he’d said before.
That I was his.
That I belonged to him.
That he really and truly and forever wanted to keep me.
And hestillsaid those things, even after he’d kissed me for an age and then finally pulled out and cleaned us both up, tucking me against him in that huge, comfortable bed and cuddling me close like he somehow knew I needed it. Knew I couldn’t move. Knew that coming so hard had wiped me out but also given me wings, and that if he didn’t hold onto me tight I might float away… or cry.
But it turned out I didn’t need to do either, because he never let go.
11
DAMIEN
I wasn’t a particularlylight sleeper, and since my body probably could have used a solid twelve hours of catch-up sleep even before I’d had my entire world shift on its axis last night, I figured I had every reason to be out for the count… but also one beautiful, sweet, compelling one to snap awake at the crack of dawn, the instant my boy’s warm, pliant body shifted in my arms.
“Jack?” I asked, my voice deep and crackling with the sleep we should both still be enjoying. The gray light filtering in around the edges of the curtains told me it was far too early for either of us to be getting out of bed, and the insistent pressure of my boy’s morning wood against my thigh confirmed that.
