Page 16 of Daddy's Pride
Chapter 5
Harris
Miles rolls the condom onto his cock and slicks it up with plenty of lube. God damn, I’m looking forward to having it inside me.
“On your knees, boy.” He rotates his finger, signalling he wants me to face away from him, toward the head of the bed.
I obey, kneeling upright with my back to him. I don’t have time to draw breath, let alone think, before he pushes my face and chest against the bed and grasps my wrists against the mattress on either side of my head. Fuck, it’s exhilarating. He knocks my knees farther apart and nudges the huge head of his cock against my hole. He leans over my back. His waxed, muscly chest is warm and solid against my spine. He nips my shoulder between his teeth. I exhale sharply. He must be an experienced Daddy. How else would he know exactly how much pressure to apply with his teeth? Enough to smart and get my blood pumping, exactly how I love it.
“I’m going to give you the hardest fucking of your life.” His velvety voice purrs, and I shiver.
“Promises, promises, Daddy.”
“Do you doubt it, boy?”
“No. But I am looking forward to it.”
He bites me again, now on the other shoulder, a little harder this time. I release a rasping mewl.
“Use your safewords if you need to.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He licks the spot he just bit, kisses it, and nibbles my earlobe as he tightens his grip on my wrists.
I wriggle my arse and push against the head of his cock. “I’m ready to get fucked now, Daddy.”
He chuckles. “Are you sure, boy?”
“Positive, Daddy. Golf.”
He rams his entire length inside me. The burn is intense and fantastic. I clutch the sheet beneath me and grit my teeth as I exhale sharply through my nose.
“Fuck.” Miles draws the word out to five times its normal length. “You feel so good, boy.”
I bark out a laugh. “So do you, Daddy. So thick and long. I don’t think I’ve ever taken anyone as big as you. Your dick is amazing. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard. You promised me the hardest fucking of my life. Don’t let me down.”
He bites the skin over my shoulder blade. “I won’t.”
He pushes my wrists against the pillow, lifts his chest off my back, and thrusts. Hard. So fucking hard that each time he drives deep, I gasp in delight. The bed groans, creaks, and bangs against the wall. He pounds my arse fast, his thighs and balls slapping against me. Occasionally, he dips his lips to my back to kiss or bite me, heightening my pleasure. My balls are heavy. My cock is a hard, aching rod, desperate for release.
“Daddy!”
“Safeword,” he demands without breaking his pace or stride.
“Golf.”
I’m enjoying having my home obliterated by him, and I don’t want him to think for a second I’m not. I don’t want him to slow down or stop. I want him to fuck my arse this hard and fast until I’m utterly wrecked.
He drives into my arse like a fucking battering ram. I swear he’s going to drive the bed through the wall the headboard slams against it so hard. It’s a wonder the plaster hasn’t cracked.
“I’m going to come, boy.”
“Oh, god, me too, Daddy. Me too.” As if I’ve said a magic word, my aching cock jerks. Hot cum splatters over my stomach and the bed.
Miles cries out as his cock throbs inside me, the heat of his release diminished by the condom between us. We collapse to the bed, gasping, panting, sweaty, and shivering.
“Oh, god, Daddy. That was—” I have no words.