Page 200 of Daddy's Pride

He shrunk a little. “No, Sir.”

“Then let me make sure I won’t hurt you.”

Finally, Brody was satisfied as well and coated his cock in some extra lube. “Stay on your back. I want to see those beautiful baby blues as I fuck you senseless.”

Fuck, that was so hot. “Yes, Sir.”

Brody had to put some force behind it to push the tip in, and a little whimper flew from Josiah’s lips. Maybe Brody had been right, taking some extra time to prepare him. The man was thick, and Josiah had to work for it, willing himself to relax. But inch by inch, he took him inside while Brody helped with shallow thrusts and went a little deeper every time.

“Good boy. Such a good boy for taking my cock so well. What a pretty sight, that tight little asshole of yours stretching around me. I could fuck you for hours and not grow tired of watching.”

Hours? That was an exaggeration, right? An expression? Josiah was afraid to ask.

When Brody was all the way inside him, Josiah let out a shivering breath.

“You good, baby boy?”

“Yes, Sir. Feels good.”

Brody curled his hand, firm and commanding, around Josiah’s neck and pressed his thumb beneath his ear. “You won’t come until I say.”

“But, Sir, I—” Josiah’s protest faltered as he met the unwavering gaze of the man who held him in thrall.

“Quiet.” Brody’s tone sharpened. “No coming. Not until I give you permission.”

Josiah bit his lip, warmth creeping across his cheeks as submission washed over him like a wave crashing upon the shore. He nodded, even as the challenge sparked a fire in his belly. He would obey. He craved to follow the rules set by this man whose very presence offered him safety.

“Good boy. Now hold on ‘cause I won’t be gentle.”

He started slow, filling Josiah with careful, measured strokes, creating tingles throughout his entire body, but then he sped up, went harder, deeper, snapping his hips and grunting. If he continued this, Josiah wouldn’t be able to hold off for long.

But he had to.

The world spun around Josiah, the edges blurring into insignificance as Brody’s thrusts became an unrelenting force of nature. Each movement was a testament to Brody’s control—a firm, demanding rhythm that pushed Josiah to the brink of his endurance. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the small bedroom, a carnal beat that resonated with Josiah’s pounding heart.

“Please, Sir.” He gasped, the words torn from him by a tide of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He bucked upward, seeking more, yet desperate to obey the command that held him on this exquisite edge.

“Not yet.” Brody gripped Josiah’s hips, guiding him, holding him down.

Josiah moaned, eyes screwed shut as he tried to steady his breathing, to calm the storm Brody had conjured within him. But it was no use. He was adrift in a sea of sensation, each wave crashing over him harder than the last, threatening to pull him under.

“I’m so close…”

“Shh, not yet,” Brody murmured, pulling back just enough to leave Josiah teetering.

He wanted to argue, to beg for the release that dangled before him like a promised gift just out of reach, but Brody’s tone left no room for negotiation.

“Sir, I can’t?—”

“You can,” Brody assured him, his voice a grounding presence amid the turmoil. “You will.”

Every cell of Josiah’s body sang with the need for release, for the crescendo of pleasure he knew Brody could give him. He held back, clinging to the precipice because Brody had not yet given the word. He wouldn’t disobey him again. Not because he was scared of a spanking. On the contrary. But because he didn’t want to disappoint him. Because he wanted to hear those precious words from Brody’s lips again and again and again. Good boy.

The waiting, the needing, was excruciating and exquisite all at once. Josiah’s body was alight with sensations, every touch from Brody stoking the fires within him. But as much as he craved completion, a part of him thrived under the strict guidance, the push and pull of pleasure and denial. They performed this dance together, and even as frustration clawed at him, he couldn’t deny the thrill that came with it.

His world narrowed to the space where their bodies met, to the relentless chase for that high just beyond his reach.

Something shifted, a change in Brody’s cadence that signaled his impending release. His rhythm became rapid, erratic, almost frantic. Josiah clung to him like holding a lifeline amid the storm.