Chapter 18 #2
Holding my hands in his, he walks backward to take us both back into the bedroom. It gives me a fantastic view of his raging erection. He is pretty big, but I have every faith that he’ll do what it takes to get it safely inside me.
Because he’s a very good Daddy, whether he’s ready to admit it or not.
“Lie down on your stomach, baby,” he tells me, kissing my lips sweetly. I happily comply, flopping onto the mattress and getting myself a pillow to cuddle. He said I could be his princess, so that’s exactly what I’m going to be.
I’ve been dreaming about getting his perfect mouth back on my hole since our last encounter, but this time is even better because I know it’s just the warm-up act.
Before he gets settled in, he retrieves a bottle of lube and a packet of condoms from his nightstand, and my cock throbs at just the thought of it.
Not going all the way was absolutely the right call last time.
But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t regret it, just in case we never got the chance to fuck again.
Now here we are. And I have to admit, it doesn’t feel as much like fucking.
That primal need to quench a desire with another hot body above all else.
There’s nothing wrong with that, of course. But this feels deeper.
I think this is making love.
As his tongue and lips drive me insane, I make fists with the bedsheets and moan into my pillow.
It only gets worse when he drenches his fingers with lube and pushes two inside me, crooking and stroking them until he finds my magic bean and I howl, begging for all my wishes to come true.
I can’t help but hump the mattress, giving my straining dick some release while he works on getting a third finger into my hole.
“Do you want to come, bad boy?” he mutters into my ear, leaning his chest against my back and pumping his hand harder. “You can if you want, but I’m still going to fuck you and come inside you. It’s up to you if you can come again then as well.”
“Yes, Daddy!” I wail, thrusting faster. I really am pinned down by him and at his mercy now, and it’s absolutely delicious. “Yes, Daddy! Please, Daddy! Oh, oh, oh—”
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he growls, and I do, screwing my eyes shut so I see fireworks in the darkness while I scream. “Good boy,” I can faintly hear him saying. “Good boy, Romeo. You’re so beautiful. So perfect for me.”
Eventually, I catch my breath, only wincing slightly as he withdraws his fingers.
I’ve never come more than twice during sex before, but as Julian rolls me onto his back and I see that he’s still rock hard for me, I’m determined to try, even if it means wringing the very last drops of cum from my tingling balls.
I’m breathing heavily as he positions me on my back with my head nestled comfortably on the pillows. He brushes his thumb against my lower lip and I waste no time wrapping my mouth around it, licking the tip.
His eyes go wide and he withdraws. “Do you still want to…”
“Suck your big cock then lie here helplessly while you use my limp body to fuck yourself into oblivion?” I manage to slur, then I giggle and hum. “You promised me, Daddy. Don’t break your promise.”
I was playing around. But he looks at me with deep sincerity and cups the side of my face. “Never, baby,” he whispers.
The sex chemicals have me feeling all emotional. So rather than lose it and dissolve into a blubbering mess, I pull him to me so we can kiss again. It’s deep and beautiful and so incredibly intimate.
When I lean back as much as I can against the pillow and nod, he nods back, understanding I’m ready to keep going. Then he crawls his large, powerful body up mine and feeds me his big dripping cock, and I wonder if I’m in heaven.
Moaning like a greedy little slut, I slurp him down, holding the base with one hand and digging my fingers into his hip with the other.
“Good boy,” he gasps as he thrusts gently into my mouth, being carefully not to gag me.
“Good boy, Romeo. You look so gorgeous like that. So perfect. Feels so good. Oh, fuck.”
He pulls back suddenly, squeezing the base of his dick and grimacing. I snicker, some of my liveliness returning to me. “Are you okay there, Daddy?” I ask, wiping my lips and feeling very pleased with myself.
He makes a strangled noise before inhaling long and slow. Then he shakes himself, almost like a wet dog, and I giggle at the thought. “I think I might need to fuck you now, baby. Is that all right?”
Rather than keep up my teasing, I switch to sincerity. “That’s amazing, Julian,” I assure him, leaning up for a searing kiss. “I need you inside me. Please.”
He doesn’t waste any time grabbing a condom and tearing it free with his teeth. I almost want to ask him not to use it as I’m sure we don’t need it, but that’s a bigger conversation for another time. We’re a little preoccupied right now, and I’m sure it’ll still feel incredible.
Besides, I’m really hoping there will be more occasions in the not-too-distant future where we can go bareback and he can impregnate the shit out of me.
We both grunt and moan as he begins to push his way inside my pulsing hole, my legs wrapped around his waist once again.
He stretched me out nice and sweet, but it still takes us a while until he’s filled me to the absolute brim, connecting us in the most complete, intimate way possible.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” he asks once I’ve had a second to get used to the intrusion.
I take a few more breaths and nod, peppering little kisses against his lips and cheeks.
“So good, Daddy,” I rasp. “My Captain Daddy. Rescue me with your enormous pole, Daddy!”
He laughs but also rolls his hips, and that makes us both moan in pleasure. “I’m not going to last long, baby,” he warns me, brushing our noses together as he begins to rock his hips. I cross my ankles behind his back and brace myself for the ride.
“Come in me, Daddy,” I cry between frantic kisses.
My fingers are locked on his shoulders, and I’m worried I might be scratching him.
But if he has a problem with it, he certainly doesn’t say anything.
Instead, he picks up the pace, thrusting into me and slamming against my prostate.
I gasp and writhe under him, loving how completely he’s claiming me.
“I’m going to come,” he grunts.
“Touch me!” I wail, sensing that despite running on empty, I’ve got one more climax in the tank for him.
He shoves his hand between our bellies and jerks me hard.
I scream and he bellows as our orgasms collide like oncoming trains.
Whatever I have left spurts over his fingers, and I feel his cock pulsing inside me as he blows his load into the condom.
Then we collapse into a panting, trembling, hot and sticky pile of limbs, although he’s careful not to put too much of his weight on me.
Such a good Daddy.