I thought Daddy was going to touch my dick the way I’d been begging him to, but instead he wrapped his fingers around the base and squeezed. “You seemed to like having your prostate milked; I may have to get you some toys. A cock ring to wrap right here to keep you from coming before I’m ready to let you and a prostate massager that can just sit inside of you for hours. Would you like that, Angel?”
Do I tell him I have a massager locked away at home?
“Yes, Daddy,” I responded. “Can you fuck me now?”
My cheeks flushed at the vulgarity of my request. I wasn’t sure why, but I avoided cursing whenever Daddy and I were together. It felt… wrong to curse around him.
“I told you, tonight you’re going to take what you need.” With that reminder, he guided my body lower until the head of his dick pressed against my entrance. I breathed out and relaxed as I lowered my body, grunting at the burn when he first breached me.
Compared to the first time we’d tried this, I was in heaven. It wasn’t comfortable, but I could believe it’d get better once my body adjusted to his girth. I sank lower, then lifted slightly, repeating the motion to take a bit more of him with every thrust.
It was like a light switch flipping on when the pain gave way to pleasure. Daddy’s hands glided easily up my body over the sheen of sweat that broke out from the exertion of trying tonotcome until he let me. He tweaked my nipples and I bit down on my lip, trying to keep from crying out. He pulled my body down to his, fisting his fingers in my hair as our mouths crashed together.
As I relaxed, Daddy started thrusting into me, so in tune with my body he knew when to back off. “You ready to come, Angel?”
“Please Daddy, need it so bad. Can’t wait much longer.” He reached between our bodies and stroked me in time with his thrusts inside of me. It only took a few tugs before my body felt like it shattered, wave after wave of the orgasm crashing over me. Unlike the other times I’d come, this orgasm felt never-ending and my entire body shook.
Daddy wrapped his arms around my back, lifting himself off the bed as he continued pounding into me. “So good, Angel. Your ass is going to be the death of me. Fuck that’s… oh god…”
His praise grew strangled and incoherent as his body stilled. He seemed as affected as I’d been, biting down on my shoulder as he came. Daddy shoved his hand between our bodies as I rolled off him. “Easy. You don’t want to pull off too fast. It’s painful and can make things messy.”
I glanced at the cum coating Daddy’s stomach and laughed. “I’m pretty sure that ship’s already sailed. And you know I like a little pain.”
“Not like this, you wouldn’t,” he warned me. And he was right. I winced at the sudden emptiness, even though I had followed his directions. He grumbled as he sat up. “Stay there. I need to clean up this mess you made.”
“It was your fault,” I teased.
“Better watch it unless you want some corner time before bed.” I pursed my lips together, because I couldn’t imagine a punishment worse right then than being alone.
He came back to bed and pulled me to his chest. I rolled over, kissing directly above his heart. The words I’d been afraid would scare him off no longer made me anxious. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, too, Angel. It’s good to be home.”
14
Levi
“You don’t haveto go if you’d rather stay home,” Teo said as I reluctantly tossed off the blankets. It was moving day for his brother’s family, and I was looking forward to spending a bit more time with them without both of us focusing on Matteo’s anxiety.
It’d been almost a week since Matteo had sleepily told me he loved me as he drifted off to sleep, and it was hard to remember what life had been like before him. We’d spent every night together, and every time we’d gone to his house to get another change of clothes, his mama eyed me suspiciously, as if she knew I resented him having a home other than mine. While I sincerely meant my offer to help Freddie and Peter move, I’d developed ulterior motives. If everything went well today, I hoped the next time we moved it’d be him officially agreeing to live with me.
“We promised Freddie we’d be there,” I reminded Teo. “Get your ass in gear or there won’t be time for your morning spanking.”
That caught my boy’s attention. He threw back the covers from his side of the bed and zipped past me on his way to the bathroom.
“Want to shower together to save time?” he called out.
“It doesn’t work that way and you damn well know it.” We’d showered together almost every day this week and every time, it led to mutual orgasms. Sometimes I’d get him off, others I’d sit on the small seat in the shower, jerking off while I told him how to make himself come. My kinky boy who used to worry he was broken seemed to be making up for lost time, with as often as he begged me to let him get off.
“Can’t blame me for trying,” I heard him grumble to himself as I passed the closed bathroom door. No, I definitely couldn’t, but if we got naked now, we’d never make it over to his brother’s townhome, and it was important to me that they like me.
Breakfast was almost done when a freshly showered Matteo stumbled into the room. I held out a can of Coke for him. I’d been trying to wean him off the crap, but he still drank a can every morning. When I scolded him, he’d point out that it wasn’t much different from my coffee addiction and suggested we both cut the caffeine. Since that wasn’t happening, I’d conceded and allowed him his morning fix.
“I don’t know why they want me helping,” he said between bites of cereal. “It’s almost guaranteed I’m going to break something and then I’ll feel bad.”
“You’ll be fine,” I reassured him. “If you decide you need a break, let me know and we’ll find a quiet place for a few minutes. They love you. They’ll understand.”
“But they shouldn’t have to,” he complained. “I’m tired of everyone having to make accommodations for me all the time. When does it all get to be too much for everyone and then I’ll wind up all alone because it’s easier that way? Frankie deals with it at work all the time, pulling me into the cooler when my brain shorts out. Mama still takes care of my laundry and paying my bills because she knows I’ll forget about it. You deal with me here, telling me when to eat and when it’s time to go to bed or wake up. Why can’t I just be a functional adult?”
