26. Always Yours #3
I grind myself against him, sandwiching my dick between my stomach and his.
He grabs the bottle of lube on the nightstand and coats his fingers, then brings his hand under me and rubs my hole.
When the first finger slides in, I kiss him, moaning as I sink down on his finger, making an effort to relax and let him inside.
It feels good, but it’s not thick enough, and it’s not silky smooth and warm like his dick.
“Want Daddy’s cock,” I whine.
“Shh, soon. Be a patient boy and let Daddy stretch this little hole of yours.”
I whimper, hips gyrating back and forth, fucking myself on his finger and rubbing my dick against his hairy stomach. The buildup to my orgasm is suddenly not just a buildup—it’s happening.
“Daddy! Ohh, Daddy. Gonna come.”
“Go on, sweet boy.” There’s no surprise in his voice; he’s learned to anticipate how fast he takes me there. “Come for Daddy.”
I rub my dick against him hard while he stuffs one more finger into my hole, and that’s all it takes for my dick to twitch and spurt with cum and for me to gasp and whimper with my orgasm. I cry out and collapse against him, toes curling in the sheets.
“Good boy.” He pulls his fingers out and strokes them over the outside of my rim, sending shivers of aftershocks through my body. “What a good boy for Daddy. Coming so much and feeling so good.”
I moan incoherently. I’ve made a mess of us both—my cum soaking our lower bellies and dripping down our groins. Daddy traces his hand from my hips and back to my ass while he lets me come down from my orgasm. A smile tilts my lips as I look down at him dreamily.
“Felt so good.” I’m not saying sorry—not apologizing for how sensitive I am and how easily his mere presence pushes me over the edge.
“Good.” He smiles, gently kneading my ass. “That’s exactly how Daddy wanted you to feel.”
Reaching behind myself, I find his hard cock and grip the shaft, guiding him to my opening.
“Please,” I gasp. “I don’t need a third finger or the toys. Want Daddy’s cock. I can take it.”
He huffs, and I expect him to protest, but then he squeezes lube onto his hand and coats his cock. Yes.
I lower my hips, his cock catching on my rim and slowly breaching my hole. I close my eyes and focus on relaxing through the slight burn, the intense feeling of being stretched, and his drawn-out groan of pleasure in my ear.
“You okay?” he grunts.
“Yeah,” I gasp. “Want you to stay here, Daddy. Forever inside.”
“God, if I could… I would.” He thrusts into me, rocking my body and burying his cock deep into my ass.
“Shit, Oliver…” He grabs my neck and kisses me, and kisses me, and kisses me.
I don’t think we’ve ever kissed as much as this, and I’ve never felt as sure as I feel now.
He won’t leave. He’ll stay with me. I’m his, and he’s mine.
When he comes, it’s with a deep groan against my ear, and knowing I’ve got a part of him inside me has never felt as good as this.
“Sorry,” he grunts, breathing hard. “Got ahead of myself.”
“It’s okay.” I stroke his sweaty hair, feel the coarseness of his beard against my palm.
“Lie back and let Daddy make you feel good.”
I do as he says, climbing off his lap and lying on my back.
He opens a drawer and gets the purple dildo out.
With his cum as lube, he pushes it inside me, and I moan in surprise as he takes my cock into his mouth.
My whole body trembles as he fucks me with the dildo and sucks my dick in the same delicious rhythm.
After less than a minute, I can’t help but come, crying out as I fill his mouth and sprawl bonelessly on the mattress.
“Love you, Daddy,” I whisper.
“Love you too.” He lies beside me and lets me put my head on his shoulder.
I feel floaty, warm and so, so satisfied. “Can I sleep for a bit?”
He smiles and brushes my sweaty bangs off my forehead. “Okay. For a little while. Then Daddy will clean you up and put you to bed.”
“And tomorrow?”
“I’ll be here,” he says, as if he’s reading my thoughts. “We’ll be together from now on, if that’s what you want.” He says the last part like a question, and my eyes fill with tears.
“I’ve never…” I take a deep breath, voice shaking. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
“Shh.” He strokes my side with his rough hand, grounding me with his touch.
“Do you want it too?”
“Of course I do. You’re everything to me, Oliver. You’re my life now.”
Oh fuck… I don’t know what emotions are coming over me, but I know they’re all happy and filled with a relief so intense I barely know what to do with myself.
I lunge into his embrace, hugging him hard, and he hugs me back.
Into the hug, I put all my longing, all my grief, and all my love, and I know he understands. Daddy. My daddy. I love him so much.
“Shh.” He gently untangles himself from me. “Sleep now, sweet Ollie. Daddy will be here when you wake up.” Cupping the back of my neck, he kisses me on the forehead. “Do you want pancakes for breakfast?”
I nod, teary-eyed, smiling at this incredible turn of events that I never thought possible. I put my head on his shoulder, and he holds me in his arms until I drift off to sleep. Home.