Chapter 11
OLLIE
I’d made a mess of Dino and still couldn’t quite believe that Daddy had let me—no, told me—to do it, but holy mochaccino, I’d never come so hard in my life.
It had melted my insides into a deliciously warm puddle of bliss, and as soon as he’d set Dino aside and cleaned me with a warm cloth that had seemed to magically appear out of nowhere, I could have happily curled up right there in Daddy’s massive bed after and slept off the afterglow for the rest of the night…
if I hadn’t been a greedy little horndog who still wanted to taste his mouthwatering cock.
Or, if I was lucky, ride it.
“We’re not finished, mon petit jouet,” he said with a warm chuckle when he caught me staring at it. “Roll over for me. Hands and knees. I want to see your sweet little peach.”
My hole clenched with excitement because I guess I really was that lucky. But, apparently, I was also just as greedy as I’d suspected since instead of being good and doing what he’d just told me to, I immediately blurted out—
“What? But Daddy!”
He raised a single eyebrow at me, making me flush with embarrassment when I realized I’d been whining.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I said, my cheeks probably glowing with how red they felt. But I still wanted his cock. “It’s just, you said, um, you said I could suck you?”
His eyes flashed with something that had my body doing its darndest to bring certain parts of my back to life, even though there was no way after I’d just come so hard…
Well, huh. Maybe there was, actually. Because now Daddy was staring at my mouth, and even though my whole body was still infused with the sort of delicious laziness that only comes after an epic orgasm—the kind that makes everything inside me turn into sweet, warm syrup—the hungry look on his face was definitely resurrecting my boner.
I licked my lips, and he made a little growly sound that had me scrambling toward him even before he reached for me and told me to.
“Come here,” he said even though I was already in his arms. “You are a naughty thing sometimes, non? A little boy who has not yet learned to obey his Daddy?”
I sucked in a sharp breath, but just as fast as panic tried to set in, it was gone.
He was teasing. I might have doubted it if it had been anyone else, but not with Daddy.
He’d already proven, over and over, that he was even more wonderful than I’d ever suspected.
I knew he knew that I wanted to be good, that I wanted to please him, and even though I felt deliciously glowy inside each time he praised me for trying, I almost loved even more that he didn’t make me feel ashamed when I was a little naughty, too.
And even better? I was pretty sure he actually liked it.
He was… was playful.
So instead of shrinking away and apologizing, I fluttered my eyelashes at him and pouted, wrapping my hand around his cock as I asked, “Please, Daddy? May I?”
“Mon Dieu,” he said, fighting a smile as his thick shaft jumped against my palm. “It is a good thing I want to spoil you, mon choupinou, because you already have me wrapped around your finger.”
My heart inflated, swelling until it almost burst with confetti.
He really liked me. He did.
“Does that mean yes?” I asked, stroking him because he hadn’t said to stop… and because watching what it did to him, what I did to him, was the best thing ever. “Can I put this in my mouth, Daddy? Do you want to use my throat?”
“Ollie,” he groaned, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck and pushing my head down. “You will be the death of me.”
I scrambled back a little so I could reach what I’d asked for, his hand sliding from the back of my neck to the back of my head… but then easing off.
I whined, and Daddy understood right away because of course he did, immediately clamping down tight again and guiding me where he wanted me.
“That’s it,” he said when I eagerly licked the beaded drops at his slit, then sucked the fat, spongy head into my mouth with a low moan.
“Take just a little bit. Not too much, sweet boy.”
I could, though. I was good at this, and I wanted to show him… so I did.
I bobbed down slowly, letting his shaft slide along my tongue and fill my senses with his musky, intoxicating flavor as he said a bunch more French stuff in an adoring, super horny way that made me feel all floaty and loved inside.
I mean, not loved-loved, obviously, since I knew that couldn’t be true, but still, it was the way I imagined it would feel to be loved.
And then I opened my throat and dropped down and took it all, pressing my face against his soft, warm pubes while I floated even higher.
This. This was where I wanted to stay forever.
But almost immediately, Daddy said something that sounded a lot like a curse and pulled me off.
“Daddy?” I asked, feeling dazed and on the cusp of being worried.
Had I messed up? He’d told me to just take a little.
“You are perfect, mon trésor,” he said before those worries could take hold. His voice was all raspy and sexed-out, and the look in his eyes that was as close to out of control as I’d ever seen him. “So perfect that I could not last this way, not when I have wanted inside you for so long.”
“Inside me?” I repeated, suddenly wanting that more than air. “You want to fuck me, Daddy?”
“I am going to fuck you,” he corrected me, getting all growly again as he manhandled me into the position he’d told me to get into the first time. On my hands and knees, ass presented to him and achingly desperate to be filled.
I mean, he hadn’t said that last part, but it was still true.
“You belong to me, non?” he asked, which made me all shivery inside because we both knew the answer to that, which meant he was only asking because he liked hearing it as much as I did.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said breathlessly, spreading my legs like a wanton little slut who hadn’t just come my brains out while humping a stuffed dinosaur a few minutes ago. “Yours. All yours.”
“Good boy,” he said, two little words which were quickly becoming my favorite of all time. “Such a very, very good boy.”
Then he spread me open even wider and speared me with his tongue.
“Daddy,” I cried, the shockwave of pleasure that ripped through me rocking me so far forward that I almost lost my balance.
But I really was greedy, because I immediately found it again and pushed right back for more.
“Please, you, can you, just, oh my god, Daddy, more,” I babbled mindlessly, not sure what he was doing back there, just that it involved his lips and tongue and teeth and pure magic, and that I’d never felt anything like it.
Yes, I knew guys did this to each other, but no, no one had ever, ever done it to me before.
Whimpering, needy, uncontrollable sounds spilled out of my mouth and I melted, sinking down until my chest was pressed flat against the bed and my thighs felt as wobbly as two dancing flames. My face was buried in his pillow and all I could smell, all I could feel, all that existed was him.
Then—when I realized I wasn’t just panting, but actually suffocating—I turned my head to the side so I didn’t, you know, die, and even filthier sounds started coming out of my throat.
Not my fault. He added suction, and it sent even more of those shockwaves shooting through me.
“Daddy,” I breathed out, shaking and hornier than I’d ever been in my life, but not wanting to move at all. Not wanting to do anything, even in the slightest, that would stop the magic that was currently happening with his mouth.
Daddy made a rumbling, muffled sound in reply—one that sounded just as greedy as I felt—and just like that, it wasn’t just my ass where the magic was happening. My dick got so hard it could have cut diamonds.
I whined, but I didn’t touch it. Didn’t even need to, because between each shockwave, in between each deliciously dirty, hungry sound he made as he ate me out, a bottomless, languid pleasure started to build inside me.
I could already tell it was going to turn into a bone-deep orgasm at some point… but as Daddy kept working his magic, that point kept stretching out farther and farther in front of me, like the pleasure he was killing me with was made of sweet, warm taffy, pulling me apart from the inside out.
“Daddy,” I mumbled at some point, half a brain cell still available to tell me that maybe I should be doing something other than making obscenely horny sounds into his pillow and selfishly letting him turn my hole into a palace of perfect pleasure.
Something for him. “What can I… should I… what…um…”
Daddy groaned, turning his head to the side and sending a cascade of tingles through me as he scraped the delicious roughness of his jaw against my soft, taffy-stretched hole, back and forth.
“You’re perfect,” he muttered, his accent as thick as I’d ever heard it before he kissed me again, right there.
Then he replaced his mouth with his slicked-up fingers.
A lot of them—all at once and all aimed right at my prostate—and that half brain cell I’d still had available fizzled and went dark as I shouted out his name, a hot, desperate need to come and to come right the heck now eclipsing all that warm fizzing slow-build wonderfulness.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, please.”
“You’re delicious, little one,” Daddy said, sounding wrecked himself as he started fucking those fingers in and out of me. “I could stay here enjoying you for hours if I didn’t ache for you so badly.”
“Fuck me,” I begged with no shame at all. I needed him. I pushed my butt back, meeting every thrust of his hand. “Daddy, please, fuck me. Fuck your boy. Take what’s yours. Stuff me full and—Daaaaaddddddddddy.”
He did it.
Did it just like I asked.
Replaced his fingers with that insanely perfect, insanely thick satin-sheathed steel of his, and pushed the whole thing into me in a long, slow glide that had me wailing.
That stretched me open with a delicious burn that proved I truly was made to take him, and then filled me so deep and so well that there was no doubt, none, that I was really and truly his.
“Daddy, god, please, yes,” I babbled, letting I-didn’t-even-know-what just tumble out of my mouth because his cock was literally the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I never, ever, ever wanted to spend another day without being split open, exactly like this, so full I couldn’t breathe unless sex became my air.
I felt him in my lungs.
And I definitely felt him in my heart.
I clamped my lips closed to keep from saying something so ridiculous (even though it was true) but somehow, it almost felt like he heard it anyway.
“Ollie,” he said, the accent thing plus the growly thing making my name sound like a whole new thing. His thing.
“Yours,” I whispered, rocking back for more of his cock even though I could already feel his body pressed up tight against my ass.
“Sweet boy,” he groaned, his hands anchoring me in place, keeping me close as he ground his hips in a slow circle against me like he knew I wanted the only thing that I existed for to be him. “That’s it. You feel like heaven. Mon paradis. Mon c?ur. You were meant to be mine.”
He kept right on praising me—for being so good and so perfect and some more amazing-sounding French things, too—until that plus his cock had me practically sobbing for him.
And then right as it started to feel like I’d come just from all that, even though I hadn’t touched my dick at all, he started fucking me in earnest. Slow and deep at first, like he didn’t realize he didn’t have to be that careful with me, not when I wanted everything, even the burn, but then faster and even deeper, moving my body like the “jooway” he’d teased me about being.
“Please don’t,” I panted, begging. “Don’t, don’t, don’t ever stop fucking me.”
It didn’t matter how badly I needed to come. If I could just have this, feel him so deep inside me that nothing else existed, for the rest of my life, I’d die happy.
“Never,” he promised, then thrust forward and hit an angle that took all my desperation and horniness and twisted it together with the crashing waves of happiness spilling out from my heart, turning my insides into a white-hot lightning bolt of ohmygodbutseriouslyI’mabouttocomeforreal.
“Daddy,” I wailed.
“Yes,” he growled. “My boy. My good boy.”
“Daddy Daddy Daddy oh god please, I’m going to come. Can I come? Daddy.”
The words kept flooding out of me in an unstoppable rush as he hammered that perfect spot with that perfect cock of his, over and over and over, until I didn’t know what I was saying and couldn’t hold back the orgasm even if I wanted to.
Which I did. I needed to come, but I… I couldn’t bear to. At least, not until Daddy cursed in French again, his hips stuttering against me as his cock swelled inside, and shouted—
“Come, mon c?ur. Come for your Daddy. Come on my cock. Come for me now, my Ollie.”
And when I did, because of course I did once Daddy told me to, it really was magic. Soul-melting, body-shaking, earth-shattering magic, even better than the first time because this time, Daddy came with me.
But even that wasn’t as good as sleeping in Daddy’s arms all night afterward.
Or waking up with him in the morning and finding out it had all actually been real.
Or, my very favorite, which came later, when Daddy finally promised to teach me French and I said I thought it would take a while and he said—
“Good, mon amour. Let’s see if we can stretch that ‘a while’ out to forever, non?”
And just like sweet, sexy, warm-from-the-inside-out taffy, after he kissed me like I was precious and told me he loved me in English, too… we did.
- the end -
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