Page 291 of Daddy's Pride
But I couldn’t take it any longer.
I needed him just as much, if not more, than he needed me.
I pulled my fingers out, wiping them on the sheets and then slicking my cock up with a little more lube, determined to give him pure pleasure, without a single moment of pain.
I was going to make him fly.
“Daddy? Now? Please?”
He was panting, his hands clutching at the pillow as I settled between his legs. He spread them wider, making room for me, his hole soft and open and inviting from all the prep.
“Yes, baby. Now,” I promised, lining myself up with his entrance. Rubbing my cockhead over the sensitive skin until he was trembling again. And then, finally, pushing inside him.
“Daddy,” he gasped when I breached him, the desperate cry blending with my groan.
His ass wasn’t perfection. It was better than that.
“Christ, baby. I never want to be anywhere else but inside you,” I gritted out, exercising every bit of my self-restraint as I slowly fucked him open with slow, shallow thrusts. “You feel incredible. So fucking good. Do you like Daddy’s cock, baby? Does it feel good for you, too?”
“Yes,” he cried out, his hole already clenching down around me, his body trembling. “Daddy. Oh my God. I need, I’m going to, can I?—”
“Not yet, baby.” I leaned over him to cover his body with mine, kissing his shoulders and neck. “Don’t come until Daddy says so.”
“Is it, um, is it a rule?” he panted, sounding so hopeful, so lost in his arousal, that it almost broke my resolve to draw out his pleasure.
And mine, too.
“Yes, baby. It’s a rule,” I confirmed, the words practically a growl.
His answering groan was desperate and needy, his channel clenching and tightening around me as he writhed beneath me, the combination nearly unbearable.
“Sweetheart,” I warned, grabbing his hip with one hand and bracing my other forearm on the mattress, giving myself the leverage to finally start fucking him the way we both needed.
“Daddy,” he moaned, his voice wrecked, his hands scrabbling at the sheets. “Daddy, please.”
“Soon,” I promised, my balls tightening up and my entire body tensing. Christ, fucking him felt good.
Nothing had ever felt better.
I knew I wasn’t going to last. Not with him. Not like this.
But I also wasn’t going to let myself go. Not before I gave Owen what I’d promised him.
I pulled him upright, wrapping one arm around his chest as he twisted his head around to... not so much kiss me, as pant, desperate and hot and needful, into my open mouth.
“That’s it. You’re perfect. Just like that,” I growled, wrapping my free hand around his hot little cock and stroking it hard and fast as I snapped my hips forward. “Come. Come for me, baby boy. Right now.”
And just like that, his beautiful, tight little body shuddered in my arms and thenwent still, a broken shout tearing out of him as his cock jerked and spurted in my hand, coating it in his spend as he came.
“Fuck,” I swore, slamming home one more time.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
On the fourth stroke, my cock swelled, and then the orgasm ripped through me, a full-body, soul-searing experience as I filled his ass with my cum, giving everything I’d promised him and discovering my own personal heaven when I did.