Page 53 of Daddy's Pride
He bites my ear lobe and rolls me onto my back. I rake my nails over his sweat-soaked t-shirt and invite his tongue into my mouth. I need him more than ever. I’m shivering and aching. I’m nothing but burning desire. If he doesn’t take me soon, I’ll combust and set this field ablaze.
I’m on my stomach before I realize what’s happening. He tugs my underpants around my thighs. Cold damp drizzles over my arse. His thick finger presses against my entrance, and then he rams it inside me. I groan. Wriggle. Pretend to struggle.
“Where are you trying to go, boy? You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to take my fingers like a good boy. Then you’re going to take my cock, and you’re going to like it.”
Yes, yes, I will.
“Do you understand, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You like that, don’t you? Let me have your special word, boy.”
“Yes, Daddy. Golf.”
He plunges his finger into me harder and faster. It burns. It feels so good. I can’t wait to have his cock inside me. I lift my head. He pushes it to the ground and presses hot kisses against my neck. His breath caresses my damp skin.
Oh, Daddy, I need you.
He puts a second finger into my arse. His thrusts are delightfully unforgiving. He’s driving me wild. My breathing is erratic. My heart is beating so hard it could create a crater beneath us.
“I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for days. Everyone is going to know you’re mine.”
He bites my shoulder. His hand slips beneath my trembling body to pinch my nipple. Oh, god, it hurts. It’s delicious. Perfect.
Take me, Daddy.
He presses his hand between my shoulder blades, pinning me down while he drags his jogging bottoms around his hips, freeing his thick, hard, dripping cock. He rubs lube over his length and jabs the head of his cock against my hole.
“You’re going to take my huge cock, boy. I’m going to fuck you and fill you with my cum.”
“Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy.”
We haven’t gone bare yet, even though we could have done. We were saving it for this moment. He knocks my knees apart with his, lies over me, and prods me with his cock.
I need him. Now. I thrust my pelvis up. He pushes me down and then rams inside me all the way to his balls. I cry out in pleasure and pain. He fucks me hard. Fast. It’s rough and primal. His teeth nip and bite me. His hands hold my wrists down. Skin slaps against skin. We gasp and pant. Grunt and groan. He’s making me his. Oh, god, I want to be his. I don’t want to say goodbye. His cock is a hard, unforgiving rod inside me, pulsing and thrusting, splitting me in two in the most wonderful way. The intensity of his thrusts drives me into the ground. Fuck me all the way to Australia, Daddy.
“Daddy!”
I clutch at grass and dirt. I shiver. I sob with pleasure.
“Golf!” I scream the word so there’s no doubt of how much I want and need him. How much I love every exhilarating second of the eager drilling he’s giving me.
He fucks me harder. Faster. I didn’t think it was possible. He’s more beast than man. Oh, god, he’s wonderful. This is wonderful. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I’ve ever needed. Don’t stop, Daddy. Fuck me into eternity. Hold me until the sun goes supernova. Don’t ever let me go.
His cock pulses inside me. Hot cum floods me. I shudder and groan. My orgasm spills out of me, leaving me a gasping, trembling wreck.
He lies still, his heart thudding against my back. “Thank you, boy. That was?—”
I chuckle wearily. “It really was.”
He holds and kisses me softly, a weird juxtaposition to the ferocity of seconds before. “Are you warm enough?”
“Yes, Daddy.” My skin burns from the heat of sex and the rush of adrenaline. I’m high on lust. High on him.
“Was that everything you wanted it to be, boy?”
“And more.”