Page 37 of Daddy's Pride

“Probably not. But it doesn’t matter. Something better came up. Something much better.”

I put my arms around his back and smoosh his chest against mine. We kiss for a long time, our tongues dancing, our lips barely parting. Even our hums of pleasure are in tune. His eager lips and tongue taste of rich, fruity wine. He’s staying. I don’t have to say goodbye for a few days at least. I’ve never been so enchanted. Never been so lost. Yet in an odd way, it’s as if Harris has found me.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I say.

“Gladly, Daddy.”

I’d carry him, but I’m too tipsy for that. Instead, I take his hand and lead him to my bedroom, even though he knows the way.

“We’ve had too much to drink to play,” I whisper as we tumble onto the bed in a mess of seeking hands and desperate lips.

“I know, Daddy.”

We undress each other. I find lube and a condom. Then we lie in each other’s arms, him stroking my cock, while I tease and warm up his arse. I need him. Fuck, do I need him.

“I want you inside me, Daddy. Now,” he whines.

Is he ready for me? “Patience, boy.”

He pouts. “I don’t want to wait. I’m aching for you.”

Damn. I’m aching for him too. My cock throbs with desire. I roll the condom on, slick my length up, push him onto his back, nudge his knees apart, and kneel between them. He’s fucking glorious. I lean down to kiss him and weave my fingers between his. Not to hold him down. Biting and nipping are off the cards too. I don’t trust myself to stay on the right side of pleasure and pain.

He wraps his legs around me and presses his heels against my lower back. “Need you, Daddy.”

I stare into his beautiful eyes as I enter him. Slowly. Gently. He releases a soft gasp, his pupils dilating as my shaft eases deep inside him.

“Oh, Daddy.” He squeezes my hands.

I smile and kiss him as I move my hips in short, slow rocks. I muffle his whimpers and moans with my lips. Delight in the little puffs of air he breathes into my mouth with each forward thrust of my pelvis. His channel is hot around my length. His legs hug me tight, drawing me deeper inside him. His heart flutters against my chest, delicate and delightful.

“Daddy.”

I claim the word, swallowing it to lock it somewhere deep inside. I tighten my grip on his hands and brush my thumbs over his as I lengthen my strokes and quicken my pace.

“Daddy!”

Our mouths crash together, our lips fusing, our tongues tangling in the most delightful, toe-curling way. His hips rise and fall in time with mine, pulling me ever deeper inside him. We’re eager. Desperate. Our breaths devolve into ragged pants, but still, we kiss. We move our hips in perfect rhythm. Cling on to each other’s hands as though something is threatening to tear us apart. It’s beautiful, needy, and raw.

I can’t hold back. I kiss him through my orgasm. Hold him as he tenses and trembles, and cum splatters between us, hot and sticky on our heaving bodies.

I press my forehead against his collarbone, gasping as a million emotions swirl within me, powerful and intoxicating.

“That was wonderful. Thank you, Daddy.”

I seek his lips out once more, thanking him with my mouth and tongue instead of words. “Do you mind if we stay like this for a while, boy? I want to stay inside you. Want to hold you.”

“Mind? I’d fucking love it, Daddy.”

I release his hands and hug him. He strokes my back and hair. We lie still long after our breathing returns to normal, our hearts have stopped pattering crazily, and his cum has cooled on our skin. My eyes become heavy. I move.

He pulls me close. “Don’t go, Daddy.”

“I need to clean you up, boy.”

“Can we stay exactly as we are for longer, Daddy? Hold me.”

“I can do that.” I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be but in his arms, with my cock buried inside him.