“You can. You will. Gonna keep fucking this hole until you're begging me with tears in your eyes.”
And he did. He fucked me with ruthless precision, knowing exactly how to work my body, exactly what I needed and withholding it just enough to drive me insane.
My hand on my cock was moving frantically now, chasing relief I couldn't quite reach. Tears were streaming downmy face from the intensity, from the desperation, from the overwhelming need for release.
“Please, Daddy. Please, I'm begging you. Need your come. Need to be bred. Please?—”
Then suddenly he pulled out, and I whimpered at the emptiness. Before I could protest, his hands were on me, manhandling me with surprising strength, flipping me onto my back.
“Need to see your face when I breed you,” he growled. “Get on top of me. Gonna watch you ride my cock.”
He lay back on the bed, his cock standing thick and hard and glistening with lube and my own slick. I straddled him carefully, mindful of my injuries, and positioned myself over him.
“That's it. Take what you need, baby. Ride Daddy's cock.”
I sank down slowly, feeling every inch of him stretching me open again from this new angle. The fullness was intense, almost too much, and I had to pause halfway to adjust.
“All the way,” he ordered, hands gripping my hips. “Want you sitting on my cock. Want to be buried in this perfect hole.”
I lowered myself the rest of the way, taking him to the root, and we both groaned. From this position he felt even bigger, hitting different spots inside me.
“Fuck, Daddy—so deep?—”
“Yeah? Feel me in your guts?” His hands squeezed my hips. “Now move. Show me how much you want this come.”
I started riding him, using my good leg to push up and down, finding a rhythm that had us both gasping. Every drop down drove him against my prostate, sending sparks of pleasure through my oversensitive body.
“That's it. Ride that cock. Such a good boy. Taking it so well.”
His hands moved from my hips to my ass, gripping the cheeks and spreading them, helping me move on his cock.
“Look at you. Taking my cock so perfectly. Hole stretched around me. Fucking beautiful.”
I was getting close again already, my cock bouncing against my stomach with every movement, leaking steadily. I wrapped my good hand around myself and started stroking, matching the rhythm of my riding.
“Yes. Fuck yes. Stroke that cock while you ride me. Want to watch you come all over yourself.”
I rode him harder, faster, chasing the pleasure building in my gut. My hand moved frantically on my cock, and I could feel my orgasm approaching like a freight train.
“Daddy—I'm close—fuck, I'm so close?—”
“Me too, baby. Gonna fill you up. Gonna breed this hole so good.” His hands gripped my ass harder, helping me move. “Come with me. Want to feel this hole milk my cock while you come.”
I bounced on his cock desperately, hand flying over my shaft, everything building to an impossible peak. His cock was hammering my prostate from this angle, and combined with my hand on my cock it was too much.
“Daddy—fuck—I'm gonna?—”
“Do it. Come for Daddy. Come on my cock.”
My orgasm slammed into me and I threw my head back, crying out as I came. My cock pulsed in my hand, shooting thick ropes of come all over my chest and stomach, some of it reaching my chin. My hole clenched around Grant's cock, spasming and gripping him tight.
“Fuck—Jace—” He roared beneath me, hips bucking up hard, and I felt him explode inside me. The sensation of his bare cock pulsing, pumping hot come directly into my hole, was indescribable.
“Yes—breed me—fill me up, Daddy?—”
He kept coming, seemed like it would never stop, just kept filling me until I felt it start to leak out around his cock even though he was still buried inside me.
“So much come,” he groaned. “Filling you so full it's already leaking out. Fuck, baby, your hole is perfect.”
