His hole was tight and wet and, holy fuck me, I’d never felt anything like it. I thrust into him hard and
fast, seeking my own release. “You’re fucking perfect. God damn, I could get addicted to this.”
“Want that.” He sucked in huge gulps of air. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat that made
him almost shimmer as the morning light streamed through my bedroom windows. Where he’d been
still and tentative at the start, now Sammy was bucking his hips off the bed, fucking me, never letting
me pull out. “Love the way you fill me, Daddy. Going to want it all the time now.”
“Whenever you want it, baby,” I promised him. My balls tightened and I knew the end was near. I
collapsed over his body, shoving a hand between him and the mattress, sealing my mouth over his as I
let go.
We laid there, breathless and covered in sweat as we came down from the high. I pushed up
enough that I could see his face. Utterly wrung out from pleasure was a good look on him. I knew I
needed to check in with him. I’d do the same for any new partner, but with Sammy, things were a bit
more complex. But I couldn’t just yet because I didn’t want to do anything to threaten the tranquility
that radiated from him.
“I think you’ve created a monster.” Sammy hugged me tight. I worried about crushing him, but
every time I tried pushing upright, he squeezed me harder. “I’m going to want to do that all the time
now.”
“Then I suggest you be a good boy so you can pick your rewards,” I told him. His smile fell and
his expression turned guarded. “Hey, none of that. I wasn’t trying to bring up last night and you need
to know I wasn’t angry. I was more sad than anything.”
“I know, but I still feel bad. I should have told you the truth.”
I kissed his forehead and tugged his arms away from my body. “You live and learn. I’m sure
you’ll do better in the future.”
“I will,” he promised.
“Good. Then let’s clean up and get breakfast. There’s a lot of work to be done.”
Sammy groaned, but he didn’t protest when I got out of the bed. It took him a minute to join me in
the bathroom, and when he did, he was holding a set of shorts and t-shirt. “Tomorrow can I have a
jammies day?”
“Absolutely. And if we work really hard, maybe you can try them on for a little while before
work tonight.” He bounced up and down. I loved making him smile again when I’d worried that I had
