Page 27 of Daddy's Pride

“You smell so fucking sexy.”

“Sweat is sexy?”

“Very.” He nips my throat, grasps my wrists, and pins them above my head.

I lie, panting, staring into his vivid blue eyes, full of carnal desire. He slams his lips over mine. His tongue explores and ravages my mouth. He grinds against me, rubbing his hard cock over mine in desperate strokes. Fuck, we’re wearing too many clothes. As if reading my mind, he releases my wrists, rocks onto his heels, grabs my joggers, and pulls them down my hips. The wet material sticks to my damp skin as he drags it around my knees. He pushes my hoodie and t-shirt up, baring my stomach and chest to the air. He licks from the waist of my boxer shorts up to my left nipple and bites it.

I practically levitate. It feels so fucking good. Just the right amount of pain. “Daddy!”

He pins my wrists again, holding them above my head with one powerful hand. He shoves his other hand into my boxer shorts, grasps my cock, and squeezes and strokes.

“Oh, Daddy.”

“You’re my dirty, filthy boy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I’m going to make you even filthier. I’m going to stroke you until you orgasm and shower yourself in cum.”

I shiver. “Daddy.”

He stares into my eyes. “Safeword.”

“Golf.”

“Have you ever come like this before?”

“In a field in the middle of nowhere?”

He nods.

“No.”

“Outside?”

“Never.”

His grin is feral as he presses fierce kisses to my throat and then sniffs his way over my chest to my armpit. “So fucking sexy.”

He squeezes my dick hard. My eyes practically roll into my skull as I groan. He bows his head to my nipple, sucks it into his hot mouth, and teases it with his tongue and teeth.

“That feels so good, Daddy.”

He bites my nipple so hard I hiss in a sharp breath. “Is that good, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy. So good.”

He sucks, bites, and flicks his tongue over my nipples as he strokes, rubs, and squeezes my cock. His hand around my wrists and the weight of his body pin me to the ground, but I can move enough to wriggle and writhe in delight. He switches to my other nipple, lavishing just as much pleasure and pain upon it as the movement of his hand on my cock becomes frantic. I’m going to lose my fucking mind. My impending orgasm throbs in my groin, desperate to break free. I’m a gasping, panting, squirming wreck. His grip on my cock tightens to vice-like proportions. He bites my nipple harder. Pain tears through me. I shudder as I come. Cum drenches my boxer shorts. He smothers my gasping moans with a frantic kiss and licks the hurt away from one nipple, then the other, as he lazily strokes my tender cock with the flat of his hand.

“You’re stunning when you come, boy.”

I choke out a laugh. “You’re sexy when you make me come. It’s your turn, Daddy.”

He releases my wrists and caresses my cheek. His other hand is still on my cock as though he can revitalize it if he pets it long enough. Maybe he can. “What did you have in mind?”

I lick my damp lips as I contemplate his question. Normally, I’d offer a blow job, but his cock is huge, and unlike some guys I know, I have a gag reflex. I could give him a handjob, but it would probably pale in comparison to the transcendent experience he’s given me.

“What would turn you on, Daddy?”