20. A Good Hurt
Lane was right—it hurt, but it was a good hurt.
Everything about it was addictive, beyond anything I could have imagined. Not just the sensations themselves, but the implications… What it meant to have Logan cross that line with me, to have him look me in the eye as he breached my hole…
God, I get hard just thinking about it.
We’ve been napping for a while—not more than an hour.
I put my ear to Logan’s left pec, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his chest rise and fall.
He’s a bit sticky with sweat—we both are, and I can still feel the lube in my crease, along with a slight soreness in my hole.
Holy fuck, it finally happened. I can’t believe how good it felt.
Now that I know what it’s like, I feel insatiable. I want to have sex again as soon as possible. I want his cock pushing through my insides; I want him hitting my sweet spot until my eyes roll into the back of my head…
Suddenly, I’m desperate for it, and I nudge Daddy’s thigh with my hard cock. He stirs awake and looks at me, and I let him see the want in my eyes while I stroke his furry chest.
“Oliver…” There’s that warning in his voice again, but he sounds tired and amused rather than reprimanding.
I slide my hand down his stomach, toward his soft cock. He groans when I close my hand around it. I struggle getting my fingers to meet at the thickest part when it’s hard, but now that it’s soft, it’s easier. I stroke him up and down, then I reach for his balls and roll them in my hand.
“Oliver…” There’s no more warning in his voice now—only a groan of pleasure. When I go back to stroking his dick, it pulses in my grip, rising in front of my eyes until it’s fully hard.
“I want to feel it again,” I whisper against his lips. “Want to feel Daddy’s cock.”
“It’s too soon. You’ll be sore.”
“I’m not,” I lie. I suspect it’ll hurt to take him again so soon, but I don’t care. “Can you check?” Lying on my side, I take his wrist and bring his hand to my ass.
He groans when his finger slides along the wetness of my crease. “Oh, sweetheart.”
“Put a finger inside. Please.”
The callused pad of his finger pushes against my rim, and I moan when it slides inside. There’s a slight burn, but not too much, and I want to show him that I can take it, that I don’t regret what we’ve done. I want to make sure he doesn’t regret it, either.
Rising to my knees, I straddle his hips. “See? I’m still ready for you, Daddy.”
His finger slips out of me. “Oliver…” There’s that warning again, but I’m already grabbing the lube from the nightstand.
I reach behind myself and press two slick fingers inside my hole.
Daddy watches me, and the look of surprise and arousal on his face makes me moan.
I rock my hips, making a little show of preparing myself for him.
Two fingers, then three. It burns a bit, but I quickly forget the pain when I focus on Daddy’s groan underneath me.
“Oliver…” The warning in his voice is almost gone now, replaced by pure need.
“I want you, Daddy,” I gasp, riding my fingers, and his hands grab onto my hips—not to push me away, but to guide me up and down, back and forth, our erections sliding together and my fingers pushing deeper into my ass.
Eventually, I can’t wait any longer. Pulling my fingers out, I grab the lube and dribble some over his cock. After I’ve coated his length in what I hope is enough lube, I position myself and guide his cock to my hole. When I try to sink down, I stiffen and let out a frustrated whine.
It won’t work. Fuck, in my eagerness, I forgot how big he is. I try again, stubbornly working my hips down while trying my best to relax my ass.
“Oliver,” he says again, more urgent this time.
“Just wait,” I gasp, bearing down.
I’ll do it… Soon… It’ll work… Yes. We both moan when I sink into his lap, impaling myself on his cock. Fuck, it hurts, but it hurts so good.
“Oliver… Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans. There’s no more fight in his voice; no more warning. His massive hands squeeze my hips, his thumbs meeting by my belly button.
Holy shit, I’ll never get over how big he is.
Everything about him turns me on—his size, his hairiness, his rough voice and gentle eyes, and now that I’ve seen his cock—now that I’ve tasted it and sucked it and felt it in my ass—I can’t imagine being with anyone else. There’s only him. Logan. Daddy.
Bracing my hands against his meaty pecs, I drag my hips up, feeling every inch slide out of my hole until only the tip’s left inside, then I sink back down, gasping at the intensity of being filled to the brim.
Logan groans, jaw tight and expression overcome with pleasure. “Oh, fuck, Oliver… What a good boy, using Daddy’s cock to fill your needy hole.”
I whimper at the filthy praise, and with every movement up and down, my dick bobs on his stomach, dripping precum onto his skin. He dips his finger in the sticky mess and brings it to his mouth, groaning when the taste hits his tongue.
“Daddy,” I moan at the sight. I want to tell him more—how hot he is, how much I love his cock—but all I can get out is that single word again. “Daddy.”
Something in him snaps. In one swift movement, he pulls out and flips us until I’m under him. Gasping, I pull my knees to my chest, and he enters me again, folding me in half.
“Fuck, Oliver,” he murmurs against my lips. “You have no idea how good you’re being for Daddy.”
In this position, his soft stomach presses so perfectly against my cock, giving me the most delicious friction. Along with his cock pummeling my hole, I feel my orgasm building from deep within.
“T-tell me,” I gasp. “Tell me more.”
“You’re so perfect, sweetheart.” He takes my hand and leads it between our bodies. “Here. Feel how open you are.”
I trace my rim with my finger, and holy shit, he’s right.
My ass is stretched impossibly wide to accommodate his cock, molding around his shaft and hugging it with his thrusts.
It’s pretty amazing that my body can do this, and what’s even more amazing is how freaking good it feels.
I throw my head back, eyes squeezing shut, and there’s no stopping the pleasure rushing through my body.
“Fuck… yes. Please… Daddy—”
“Go on, sweet boy. Come for Daddy.”
I cry out, and my dick pulses and spills between us, making a mess on Daddy’s stomach. He groans, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he comes with me, kissing the breathless moans from my mouth.
Oh my God. Logan pulls back, and I let my legs fall onto the mattress, completely fucked senseless. How is it even possible to feel this good?
Logan lies beside me and plants gentle kisses over my chest. “Was that what you needed, sweet Ollie?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “All I needed… was Daddy.” I’m barely aware of what I’m saying, mindlessly nuzzling into his neck as he pulls me into his embrace. “Mm, Daddy…”
“I’m here, sweetheart.”
He is, and I never want him to leave. Never.
He left you once, though.
Crap, I shouldn’t have let that thought enter my mind. It opens the door to a world of fears, and when I entertain even the slightest possibility of him leaving, a stab of anxiety cools the warmth in my veins.
He left me once—what if he leaves me again?
Ever since we reunited, he’s fought me every step of the way, resisted blurring the lines between us.
Now they’re blurred beyond recognition, and they can’t be unblurred.
What if… what if it becomes too much for him?
What if something finally makes him back off for good?
I put my head on his warm chest, and his heart beats steadily against my ear.
He’s warm, all of him—soft and gentle and everything I’ve ever needed.
My daddy. We’ve been running on adrenaline all this time, throwing caution to the wind and not thinking about the consequences, even though they’re loud and clear.
Lane knows. He knows we can’t keep our relationship hidden from my mom and Mason forever.
Mason finding out would be bad enough, but if Mom finds out, fuck…
I have no idea how Logan will react. He still thinks our relationship is wrong, despite everything.
He thinks he’s wrong to be with me, and there’s no way Mom would think otherwise.
I cuddle closer until I’m practically on top of him, my leg slung over his hip.
He’s already asleep, and I should be sleeping, too.
Despite what might happen, I can’t do anything about it right now.
For now, I close my eyes and try to keep my mind from spiraling.
Yawning against his chest, I focus on his heartbeat instead of my thoughts.
Thump, thump, thump.
Steady, warm, and safe. I want to stay like this forever. Want Daddy to take care of me always, despite what the world might think. I’m done being ashamed of wanting him, and I can only hope he’s not ashamed of wanting me.