Page 287 of Daddy's Pride

I nodded, but then realized he was right. I’d been letting my nerves get the best of me.

“Can you, um, can you make it a rule, please?”

His smile was both tender and hot as he dragged his fingers first over my lips, then down my throat, finally resting his hand around my neck like a collar. “Yes, baby. If that’s what you want. New rule. Trust your Daddy.”

Maybe it was dumb, but it worked every time. As long as he said it was a rule, that I had to, I was able to just do it and let everything else go. It was like magic, and I relaxed back onto the bed, the gentle pressure of his hand around my neck making me feel safe and claimed and cared for, all at the same time.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this, sweetheart, but I still need your words.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “I trust you, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”

“Good boy. Now, close your eyes and put your hands above your head, and keep them there, no matter what.”

“Okay,” I breathed, anticipation tingling through me as I did what he told me to.

“Good boy,” he murmured again, his big hands gliding down my body.

I bit my lip, smiling hard. I would never, ever get enough of hearing that.

His palms were rough and calloused, the perfect combination of firm and gentle as they roamed over my skin, teasing everywhere except the spots where I most wanted him to touch me, making me writhe and try to chase after his touch when he lifted his hands away.

He chuckled. “Settle, sweetheart. Who’s in charge?”

“You are,” I said, my dick so hard it ached as it dribbled precum onto my stomach. “But, um, I thought you were going to...”

I started to gesture down to the super obvious erection he kept ignoring, but then remembered what he’s said about my hands, and stopped.

Daddy grinned. “Oh, I’m definitely going to. I was just enjoying myself for a moment first, because baby boy, you are truly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

I wasn’t. Even if I was new to being gay and hadn’t even realized “beautiful” was a word guys used for each other before the first time Daddy said it to me, I did know that. I wasn’t horrible-looking or anything, but unlike him and his mouthwatering superhero looks, or some of the stupidly hot guys I’d seen in gay porn, I was... completely forgettable.

But maybe Daddy was closer to loving me than I’d dared to hope, because when he said it and looked at me the way he was right now, I believed that he believed it, and that almost made it feel like he’d already given me that orgasm after all, but in my heart.

“Daddy?” I said, feeling a little breathless.

I’d meant to thank him, but before I could, he looked up at me with a deliciously wicked smile, then bent down and swallowed my dick whole.

“Daddy.”

That time, it came out as a shout, my hips bucking up before he grabbed them and held me down, sucking so hard that it felt less like I was about to come than like my entire soul was about to exit my body and head straight down his throat.

“Please, Daddy,” I begged, barely knowing what I was even asking for, except that I wanted to come, but also didn’t want him to stop. I needed to come, but it felt so good that I never wanted this to end.

But it wasn’t up to me; it was up to him. And somehow, that made it even better.

He didn’t stop, just looked up at me with smiling eyes as he cupped my balls and did something with his tongue that made me see stars. Then his other hand was between my legs too, tapping on my hole, and every one of those stars exploded into a supernova as I came so hard my throat felt raw from shouting his name.

He stayed where he was, holding my spasming dick in his mouth and not swallowing down a single drop until I was done.

I’d never known I could have an orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

It was amazing. He was amazing. And I had to bite my tongue to keep from blurting out that I wanted a different kind of forever with him, too.

He hummed, low in his throat, making me whimper, then finally pulled off my dick with a wet pop, giving it a soft kiss before sliding his hands under my ass and lifting my hips.

“Such a good boy,” he murmured, his voice sounding hoarse after what he’d just done. “You didn’t move your hands at all, did you?”

“No, Daddy,” I whispered, shaking and sweating and feeling like every molecule in my body had just been rearranged. “I, um, I did good?”