“You’re going to fuck me, Elior,” he said, his voice commanding. “But I’m still in charge. This is just another way for me to play with you. Do you understand?”
My mouth opened, and for a few seconds, no words came out. Eventually, I stuttered, “I-I don’t know how to—what if I hurt you—”
“You won’t hurt me, because I’ll be controlling how much I take. And trust me, if I thought that cute little cock of yours was enough to hurt me, I wouldn’t be letting you in my ass. I don’t usually like bottoming, but you were so goddamn desperate when I used the cocksleeve on you that I need to see your expression sliding into a real hole.”
He leaned down, nipping at my jaw, then my throat, as he positioned himself higher, knees bracketing my waist. His ass hovered just above my cock, and he reached back, guiding the tip to press against his entrance.
My eyes widened, heart pounding. “Wait, please, Daddy!”
He chuckled darkly, sinking down just enough to let the head breach him, tight heat enveloping me. “Fuck, there we go.”
“It’s t-too tight, Daddy,” I cried.
His hands braced on my chest, fingers digging in as he lowered inch by inch onto my length. The stretch was visible in the flex of his thighs, but his expression was pure control, eyes never leaving mine.
Meanwhile, I think I probably looked like an absolute mess, throwing my head side to side, clawing at the bed.
I groaned, the vise-like grip of his ass pulling me deeper, hotter than anything I’d ever felt before.
“Yeah, that’s the look,” he growled, bottoming out with a roll of his hips.
He started slow, lifting up until just the tip remained inside, then sliding back down, setting a rhythm that had me seeing stars. His cock bobbed heavily between us, leaking onto my stomach with each descent. I gripped his thighs, feeling the power in them as he used me, coaching with grunts and words.
“Harder when I say. Angle up—yeah, hit that spot. Fuck Daddy.”
Sweat beaded on his glowing tan skin, black hair falling forward as he picked up speed, ass clenching around me rhythmically. The room filled with the slap of skin, my moans mixing with his deeper groans.
“How does it feel, baby?” he asked.
I tried to answer him, but I couldn’t string together a sentence, incoherent, garbled words falling from my lips in between my pants and cries.
He smirked and began riding me hard, grinding down to take every inch. His hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking in time with his bounces, the sight pushing me closer to the edge.
“I’m not stopping until you come.”
“P-please,” I mewled.
“Come,” he ordered, squeezing around my length.
The command shattered me.
I cried out, hips jerking as I came, pulsing deep inside him, waves of pleasure ripping through my body.
He slowed, wringing out every last drop from me, then fell forward, arms caging me in as my thighs twitched from the strength of my release. His lips found mine in a messy kiss, possessive and sated, then all of a sudden, I’d been flipped onto my stomach, my face buried in a pillow.
Daddy plunged into me before I knew what was happening, making me shout. His fingers held my hips in a bruising grip as he began thrusting in and out at a punishing speed.
“Ah—fuck—almost there,” he panted, his voice strained. “God, I love this fucking hole.”
My lungs struggled to take in air, and with every thrust of Daddy’s hips, I became more and more lightheaded.
“You gonna come for me again, little slut?” he growled, his hand drawing back and smacking my ass, making my vision go blurry. “Break for me, Elior. Fucking shatter apart so Daddy can put you back together.”
My eyes rolled back in my skull as he began hitting my spot on every stroke. My mouth was open, drool wetting the pillowcase, but I couldn’t hear what sounds were coming out of it anymore.
“Come for me, baby boy,” he grunted, sounding winded. “Come on. You can do it. Give Daddy another.”
I’m pretty sure I screamed as I shook apart, sparks lighting up every nerve throughout the entirety of my body.
