Page 74 of Wedge

“All the time you want, baby.” I switch to the other ball, then lean up so I can suck his cock, and he grunts, thrusting up thoughtlessly. And the game is on. He presses down on my fingers and I stroke inside him to match. Soon, he is a writhing, pleading mass of aroused, needy man.

“Please, Stephen, Now please, god, I’m ready, now please, Daddy, please?”

“Yeah, baby, now,” I tell him. “You’re doing so good for me.”

I pull my fingers from him, and he groans against the loss. I reach for the lube and slather my cock and his ass, shoving some of the lube inside him with my thumb.

Crawling between his thighs, I press my cock head to his entrance and look up at him. His eyes meet mine.

“I love you, Daddy,” he groans.

I press inside. His hands wrap in my hair and pull me down to his mouth.

“Bear down, baby, let me in,” I groan against his lips as his heat starts to engulf me. He shifts and suddenly I am balls-deep. “God, you really did let me in,” I gasp, and he laughs around his matching groan. “God, so hot,” I marvel, and he laughs again.

“I know, right? Like, how can you be so hot inside? Oh, fuck, Stephen, oh, fuck, your hips are against my ass and you are inside me and, oh, fuck.”

“Tell me when to move, baby, I know it must hurt,” I tell him.

“No, so good, stretched me out so good. Move, fuck, please move. I need to feel it, Daddy, I want to feel it,” he babbles.

I pull back slightly, my eyes rolling back at the pleasure, then thrust back in, even deeper.

“Ahhh, you got it, Daddy, holy fuck, that’s amazing, like you are shocking me from the inside. Oh, fuck, do it again, please, please!”

I didn’t feel my cock touch his prostate, so consumed by the feel of him around me, but I pay attention this time when I pull back. I feel my tip ride over it and he screams. So I do it again, focusing right, right, there. Over and over, shallow thrusts to maximize his pleasure, and he’s thrashing under me, his cock spurting between us as I force it out of his prostate.

“Fuuuck,” he bellows, “Oh god, pound me? Now I know, please pound me? Please?”

I can deny this man nothing. I start to pump hard, shifting my angle to make sure I pass over that splendid spot of his each time.

“More, harder, god, now I know, god harder, Daddy, harder!”

I grin and shift again so I can really hammer him. I feel him starting to clench around me and I double down, long, hard, fast strokes, sweat rolling down my forehead and back as I give the man I love the best pounding I have ever delivered. I wrap my hand around his cock and pump.

“Cumming!” he screams, his back arching. “Ah, fuck!”

He detonates, spraying his torso and chest and up onto his face. I just keep going, grinding on his prostate as he gasps helplessly under me, bellowing over and over as I milk him dry until my own body takes over. Then I’m exploding into him, my back locked into a deep thrust, trying to get my cum as deeply into him as I can, rutting into his ass with each pulse until I sag, breathless above him.

I’m still holding his cock as I lower myself so I can kiss him, my forehead resting on his as we both catch our breath.

“Wow,” he finally manages.

“Yeah,” I agree.

“We are doing that again,” he huffs, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Anytime you want, baby. Just have to ask.”

I pull out of him and clean us up, then offer him a bath for his aches, but he simply shoves me back onto the pillows and throws his body over mine, splayed atop me like a starfish, so I wrap my arms around him and let him sink back into sleep. He’s on top of me most of the night, and I don’t wake to check if he’s still here.

I don’t wake until the alarm goes off and I tighten reflexively around… nothing. Then I hear the shower and smile.

Poking my head in the door, I call out, “Everything okay in here?”

He laughs and finishes the song he was singing. I lean against the doorframe, grinning, listening to the tail end of it, something about being smooth as Tennessee whiskey, mangled halfway through the melody, Adrian clearly having learned this song from a truck radio and not much else.

“Don’t quit golf,” I call over the water.