Page 58 of His Last Chase

“Maybe what?”

“I might be able to swallow a load.” The things I said tonight not only surprised me, but Daddy, too.

“Not sure what’s gotten into you but I’m not gonna deny it was hot as hell.”

“Good answer,” I turned and kissed him then grabbed the box of tissues I’d nearly used up.

“Hmm, what’s been going on in this bunk that you killed a box of tissues already?”

“Research.”

He laughed so loud there was no way the rest of the passengers hadn’t heard him. “You are too damn cute.”

I wiped us up as best I could and put the tissues into the small trash bag I kept for just this reason, then we curled into each other.

As we lay there, enjoying the feel of each other, Daddy traced the leather necklace I hadn’t taken off since the day I got it.

“I remember the Christmas the girls gave you this,” he said. “They were so proud of themselves.”

“They’re sweet and basically my little sisters. David’s family is my family. This gift meant more to me than any store bought one could. They made it with me in mind.” David’s twin sisters were the sweetest girls I’d ever known. I loved his family so much.

“I love you, Chase.” He pulled me against him and pressed his lips to mine. Fuck, how I missed this. Simple kisses that at times said more than words.

Our tongues intertwined as things heated. Having him within reach, able to touch him again waseuphoric. Everything about Daddy turned me on. We ground against each other, our cocks sliding together as our hips moved. Daddy gripped and stroked them as we writhed and moaned, both overly sensitive but not enough to stop. The slight pain was pleasureful and I was horny as hell again.

No idea where our lips landed and there was no way there wouldn’t be marks mapping the paths tomorrow, but I couldn’t care less. This was what mattered. Imprinting each other and further cementing our bond.

He was me and I was him. Where one ended the other began, an endless, continuous loop of love and flesh, and there was no one else in this world I’d rather share this with than him. He was me and I was him. We were one.

“Come for me, Little Songbird. Show Daddy how much you love him.”

I’d learned so much about myself tonight, like that fact that I could come from something as simple as words strung together into naughty phrases.

That and Daddy’s hands all over me.

“Ungh.” Daddy loosened his grip, and I fucked into his fist. Every time our cock heads brushed a sensation shot through me. “Fuck,” I moaned and crashed my lips to his as I toppled over the edge. My tongue dove in, fucking his mouth as my dick slid against his. How could this be equally as erotic as being buried inside him was?

“Chase,” came out in a low breath as his come joined mine.

I reached over and flipped the switch for the fan and let the cool air do its thing.

“I could sleep for a month,” Daddy said as I handed him the tissue box.

“Well, we’ve got a few hours.” He tossed the tissues at me. “Love you, Daddy.” I was so hot and tired, I had zero energy to move.

“Love you, too.”

I lay there for a few minutes and listened to Daddy’s light snores as they lulled me into the sense of peace I’d been missing since we hit the road, and I eventually drifted off.

Only to wake the next day to Seltzer’s obnoxious voice. “Smells like sex in here.”

I rolled over and raked a hand over my face and mumbled, “Fuck me.”

“Ha-ha. Good morning, my songbird.”

Yay, Daddy was still here. Like he could go anywhere even if he wanted to.

“Morning, Daddy.”