Page 136 of Daddy's Pride

“Daddy, you’re making me hard.” My hips thrust up as he pinched a nipple.

“That’s the idea.”

“What if someone sees us?”

“What if they do?”

Hmm, good point. They’d either get a free show or stalk off all pissed off.

One of Daddy’s hands roamed farther down and slid inside my shorts while the other twisted and tormented my nipple. I didn’t know what to focus on. Pleasure and pain, the best of both worlds and just the way Daddy knew I liked it.

“Daddy,” I gasped as he slowly stroked me, squeezing just enough to send a jolt through me on the uptake. “More. Please.”

Daddy jerked harder, faster. The tip peaked out of my shorts and a breeze blew past, chilling the slicked skin. He pinched and stroked and repeated each motion. The dual sensations drove me over the edge and release barreled through me. I thrust up, seeking more as my cock throbbed and I came.

“Naughty Daddy.” The breathless pants were all I could get out.

“Naughty boy. Look at the mess you made.”

“Did anybody see us?”

“Hmm, does my boy have an exhibitionist side?”

Did I? No denying the thought of someone watching Daddy fuck me was hot as hell.

“Maybe next time we go to the club it’s without our friends and we visit some of the special rooms. I can fuck you and make you come while others watch. Imagine they’re standing in the corner jacking off as I take my boy. Naughty boy, would you like that?”

My throat was dry, and my cock was mid-comeback. “Y-yes.”

Daddy was up and on his feet, tossing me over his shoulder fireman style and carrying me back inside. “Stand here, hands on the bed, ass out.”

“Daddy, the door is wide open.”

“I know.”

What kind of monster had I unleashed? Hopefully the kind that came with multiple orgasms.

Daddy dropped the lube on the bed and yanked my shorts off. He was gloriously naked already. “This isn’t about making love. This is straight up fucking. Are you okay with that?”

All I could manage was a nod, and the word, “Green.” But curiously excited and nervous at the same time was an amazing aphrodisiac.

He spread my cheeks and eased the first finger in, roughly probing me before quickly adding another. “This ass is an amazing piece of art. My art. And I’m gonna wreck it in the best of ways.”

As soon as Daddy’s fingers came out, his cock pushed in.

“Jesus.” Daddy growled, slid nearly most of the way out and slammed back in.

“Yes. So fucking green.”

One hand slapped my ass, the sting a warm welcome as I shamelessly pushed back to beg for more. Daddy never took me like this, so barbaric and unbelievably hot. He firmly gipped my hips and held me in place, pummeling my ass.

The friction of my cock rubbing against the bedspread as my ass bounced with each thrust was insane. Before I had a chance to come, Daddy pulled out, flipped me over and pressed my legs back. “Hold them.”

As soon as I did, he thrust back in and fucked me like he’d never missed a beat.

Who was this man and where had he been hiding?

“Fuck.” Sweat ran down his face and onto that hairy chest I loved to dance my fingers through. “Jack yourself off, I’m almost there.”