Page 56 of Ruined

He groans when his finger slides along the wetness of my crease. “Oh, sweetheart.”

“Put a finger inside. Please.”

The callused pad of his finger pushes against my rim, and I moan when it slides inside. There’s a slight burn, but not too much, and I want to show him that I can take it, that I don’t regret what we’ve done. I want to make sure he doesn’t regret it, either.

Rising to my knees, I straddle his hips. “See? I’m still ready for you, Daddy.”

His finger slips out of me. “Oliver…” There’s that warning again, but I’m already grabbing the lube from the nightstand.

I reach behind myself and press two slick fingers inside my hole. Daddy watches me, and the look of surprise and arousal on his face makes me moan. I rock my hips, making a little show of preparing myself for him. Two fingers, then three. It burns a bit, but I quickly forget the pain when I focus on Daddy’s groan underneath me.

“Oliver…” The warning in his voice is almost gone now, replaced by pure need.

“I want you, Daddy,” I gasp, riding my fingers, and his hands grab onto my hips—not to push me away, but to guide me up and down, back and forth, our erections sliding together and my fingers pushing deeper into my ass.

Eventually, I can’t wait any longer. Pulling my fingers out, I grab the lube and dribble some over his cock. After I’ve coated his length in what I hope is enough lube, I position myself and guide his cock to my hole. When I try to sink down, I stiffen and let out a frustrated whine.

It won’t work. Fuck, in my eagerness, I forgot how big he is. I try again, stubbornly working my hips down while trying my best to relax my ass.

“Oliver,” he says again, more urgent this time.

“Just wait,” I gasp, bearing down.

I’ll do it… Soon… It’ll work… Yes. We both moan when I sink into his lap, impaling myself on his cock. Fuck, it hurts, but it hurts so good.

“Oliver… Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans. There’s no more fight in his voice; no more warning. His massive hands squeeze my hips, his thumbs meeting by my belly button.

Holy shit, I’ll never get over how big he is. Everything about him turns me on—his size, his hairiness, his rough voice and gentle eyes, and now that I’ve seen his cock—now that I’ve tasted it and sucked it and felt it in my ass—I can’t imagine being with anyone else. There’s only him. Logan. Daddy.

Bracing my hands against his meaty pecs, I drag my hips up, feeling every inch slide out of my hole until only the tip’s left inside, then I sink back down, gasping at the intensity of being filled to the brim.

Logan groans, jaw tight and expression overcome with pleasure. “Oh, fuck, Oliver… What a good boy, using Daddy’s cock to fill your needy hole.”

I whimper at the filthy praise, and with every movement up and down, my dick bobs on his stomach, dripping precum onto his skin. He dips his finger in the sticky mess and brings it to his mouth, groaning when the taste hits his tongue.

“Daddy,” I moan at the sight. I want to tell him more—how hot he is, how much I love his cock—but all I can get out is that single word again. “Daddy.”

Something in him snaps. In one swift movement, he pulls out and flips us until I’m under him. Gasping, I pull my knees to my chest, and he enters me again, folding me in half.

“Fuck, Oliver,” he murmurs against my lips. “You have no idea how good you’re being for Daddy.”

In this position, his soft stomach presses so perfectly against my cock, giving me the most delicious friction. Along with his cock pummeling my hole, I feel my orgasm building from deep within.

“T-tell me,” I gasp. “Tell me more.”

“You’re so perfect, sweetheart.” He takes my hand and leads it between our bodies. “Here. Feel how open you are.”

I trace my rim with my finger, and holy shit, he’s right. My ass is stretched impossibly wide to accommodate his cock, molding around his shaft and hugging it with his thrusts. It’s pretty amazing that my body can do this, and what’s even more amazing is how freaking good it feels. I throw my head back, eyes squeezing shut, and there’s no stopping the pleasure rushing through my body.

“Fuck… yes. Please… Daddy⁠—”

“Go on, sweet boy. Come for Daddy.”

I cry out, and my dick pulses and spills between us, making a mess on Daddy’s stomach. He groans, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he comes with me, kissing the breathless moans from my mouth.

Oh my God. Logan pulls back, and I let my legs fall onto the mattress, completely fucked senseless. How is it even possible to feel this good?

Logan lies beside me and plants gentle kisses over my chest. “Was that what you needed, sweet Ollie?”