Page 53 of Ruined

“Fingered myself, thinking about you. I fit two inside this time.”

Fuck. I reach for his ass and squeeze his firm cheeks, pulling them apart and baring his hole to the air.

“Mm,” he moans into my mouth, and he rocks his hips, his dick leaking precum onto my stomach.

I still have a hard time believing that this is really what he wants. He could have anyone—and he chooses me. He shouldn’t, and I shouldn’t allow him to, yet here we are.

I reverse our positions and get him under me, and he flips onto his stomach, parting his ass cheeks with his hands.

“Stretch me out, Daddy. Open my hole, please.”

Fuck, he’ll be the death of me.

I grab the lube and the plug and place them within reach. Then I kneel between his legs and bury my face in his ass.

“Oh… yes.” He parts his cheeks wider, giving me perfect access to his hole. I lick around it, covering it in saliva before I make my tongue sharp and pointy and press it to his rim. It might be my imagination, but he feels more relaxed now than last time. His hole is still impossibly tight, though, and I struggle to get the tip of my tongue inside him.

“Hold yourself open like that; that’s it.” I coat the plug in lube and rub it over his hole while I lick around his rim until his thighs tremble. Then I push. The plug slides inside, popping past the tight ring of muscle, and he moans and writhes, rocking his hips into my touch.

“Oh my God, Daddy… Ohh God…” He releases his grip on his ass, hands falling to his sides.

“Are you close?”

“Yeah… Wanna come, but… want the dildo first.”

I pull the plug out of him, groaning at the sight of his rim expanding and contracting around the tip.

The purple dildo sinks inside him easier than last time, and as I slide it deeper, I take his leaking dick in my hand and give it a pump.

“Ohh shit, fuck…” He blabbers incoherently into the sheets, rolling his hips and fucking himself on the dildo. The sight of it sliding in and out of him is almost too much—too fucking hot. My dick pulses, aching to get inside his tight, willing hole.

“More,” he moans. “Want more.”

“Want the second one?” I reach for the flesh-colored, realistic dildo, the one that’s almost as thick as my cock.

“Yes… Please… Feels so good.”

“Part your cheeks, sweetheart.”

He reaches behind himself again and digs his fingers into his cheeks, parting them wide as I pull the purple dildo out of him. His hole flutters, clenching around air. The lube I pour down his crack slides right into him, but when I nudge the head of the second dildo against his hole, it looks too big for him to take, and I hesitate.

“Please,” he moans. “Put it in.” He arches his back, and slowly, carefully, I press the dildo inside. There’s resistance, and he stills, breathing fast.

I stroke his lower back. “You’re doing amazing, sweetheart. Such a good boy, letting Daddy open up your hole.”

He moans at that, his cheeks flushing as he gazes back at me. With one determined breath, I push the dildo deeper, and it sinks inside his quivering body. I grab his dick again, give it a few slow pumps, and he moans like he’s coming apart, his ass spasming as he shoots ropes of cum onto the sheets.

It goes on forever. He shakes with the aftershocks, and when I pull the dildo out, he whimpers under his breath.

“I did it.”

“You did. You were perfect.” I turn him gently onto his back, and he gazes up at me with rosy cheeks, looking completely lost. “Did you feel any pain?”

He shakes his head. “Not really. The second dildo felt big, but it felt good. Like, so good.”

I smile at the way he stresses that last part. “Good.”

He reaches for my dick, and I lean over him to let him grasp it. His hand closes around my shaft, pumping it slowly. “Can I… Can I get Daddy’s cock now?”