23. Wallace #2
But Daddy kept working him until it was more than comfortable. Exquisite. Like his hole really had been meant for this, to be fucked and filled by Daddy’s fingers.
He pushed back against them, eager for more, but Daddy was content to ease into him slowly, tagging that magical place within and filling him until that rhythm was the only thing he could think of. Like he might come from the inside out.
“Push, baby,” Daddy instructed. “Let me in.”
They hadn’t done three fingers before. Daddy had always stopped at two. Wallace bore down eagerly. That meant it was real this time. Daddy was stretching him for his cock, and Wallace wanted it more than his next breath.
He felt pressure along his rim, and then a flash of burning pain as Daddy squeezed in a third wide finger. His cocklet, so eager a moment ago, went limp.
Maybe he wasn’t ready. God, what if after all this, it was too much and Daddy really couldn’t fit inside?
Daddy’s fingers were still, giving him time to adjust, but the pain was still there. Too much. Like maybe he should call yellow and admit he couldn’t do it.
“Did that hurt, sweetheart?” Daddy cooed, like that was something special that they shared, too. Fuck, everything about his voice was sexy and Wallace found himself melting into it.
He nodded. “Hurts, Daddy,” he whined, even though the sting was already starting to fade.
Volt rubbed his back, full of compassion. “That’s right, baby. Sometimes Daddy needs you to hurt a little bit. Are you going to hurt for me when you take my cock for the first time? Let me see those pretty tears?”
Wallace whimpered, those words twisting something around in his brain until it was all that he wanted. Tangling up with the love that was swelling and bursting inside him. The lingering pain flipped over, until he welcomed it, wanting more.
He was going to hurt. For Daddy. Because that was what Daddy wanted.
Daddy started working him with those three gigantic fingers, and now the hurt was entirely eclipsed by pleasure.
He wanted it back. “Yes, Daddy. Let me hurt for you,” he begged.
Volt’s other hand, which had been teasing along his back, suddenly gripped it hard. His fingers thrust faster.
“Fuck, creampuff. You don’t know the things I want to do to you.”
“Whatever you want, Daddy. I’m yours to use.” He loved the fantasy of putting everything in Daddy’s hands, including his own comfort.
It was all for Daddy to decide.
Daddy groaned, even as he twisted those gigantic fingers in Wallace’s ass, eliciting a whole new symphony of sensations.
“Are you ready, baby?”
What kind of a question was that? He’d been ready for this for months. Almost a year. Probably since he first saw Volt across the lobby, the golden god with his watering can.
Did Daddy want him to beg?
Because he would beg. Beg and plead until he was stuffed with Daddy’s cock. “Please! I want it, Daddy. Claim me. Take my virginity. Make me take your cock.”
Daddy’s fingers withdrew, and he almost cried at the loss.
He expected to be maneuvered again. To be hitched up so that Daddy could unzip his jeans or whatever else was necessary to make this happen, preferably as soon as possible.
He wasn’t expecting to be swooped up into a bridal carry, but he only let out a small squeak as he flung his arms around Daddy’s neck.
“Where are we going, Daddy?”
Daddy dropped a kiss onto his lips, his green eyes soft with adoration.
“To your bedroom, sweetheart. That was fun for play, but your first time, our first time, is not going to be a naughty game on the couch. I want you all laid out for me. I want to see your face when I’m inside you. When we’re connected together.”
And now Wallace wanted to cry for a completely different reason. Daddy was his. His.
And still had the power to make him blush. “Thank you, Daddy,” he whispered into the sacred space between them.
Volt gently lowered him to the bed. Wallace knew what to do, laying where he was placed, watching as Daddy stripped off his clothes.
Daddy was moving fast, but it was still an unbearable tease.
Daddy’s chest arched as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing a glorious rack of muscles.
Then he turned around to unlace his shoes, presenting that mouthwatering ass.
When he slid his pants down, undulating his hips, Wallace’s mouth went dry.
There was Daddy’s cock. So heavy and delicious. So thick and perfect. But intimidatingly large when Wallace considered what was coming next.
Could that really fit inside him? He clenched instinctively.
There was no way.
But Daddy was convinced that it could. Even if it did hurt a bit. Maybe especially if it hurt a bit.
Okay, so he wanted it to hurt. Wanted Daddy to absolutely overpower him and keep going, even if he said he wanted to stop.
Then there was no more time to think.
Daddy lifted Wallace, shifting him to the middle of the bed, and then teasingly hovering over him. Wallace was desperate for their bodies to touch. To feel Daddy’s weight pinning him. To finally come together.
But he was held transfixed by Daddy’s emerald eyes, burning into him like they could read his soul.
Daddy nuzzled along his cheek. “You’re sure you want this, baby girl?” Daddy asked, sounding maybe a little nervous.
Which should have been impossible, because this was Daddy. He’d done this thousands of times. It was his actual job. What he was designed and programmed for.
And he was nervous about doing it with Wallace.
“I’m sure I want you, Daddy,” he answered with conviction. “My Volt,” he added on. Because he needed Daddy to know that it wasn’t just the kink. It was much more than their roles.
“God, sweetheart,” was all Daddy said before crashing their bodies together.
It was exquisite. Skin to skin, breath to breath. Wallace couldn’t move his hands fast enough to feel every inviting plane and ridge of Daddy’s body. He couldn’t wrap his legs tightly enough around Daddy’s solid hips to merge them together.
Daddy seemed to be having the same problem, his hands almost frantic as they caressed and squeezed, like if he didn’t touch all of Wallace right now, it wouldn’t be enough.
“Damn, baby,” Volt groaned. “Need to be inside you.” He laughed. “God, I feel like some fumbling teenager or something. I promise I’ll go slow. I’ll make it special for you.”
Wallace shook his head. “This is special. This is us. Don’t go slow.”
Volt rutted against him, their dicks sliding together. That alone could have set Wallace off, but he wanted more. “Ruin me, Daddy.”
Volt moaned, the sound ripping through his chest, and hiked one of Wallace’s legs over his shoulder.
“You’ll be the death of me, baby. Need you so bad.”
“Please, Daddy.” He could feel Daddy’s cock rubbing against his hole. Catching and slipping away. Such an enticing tease, when all he wanted was to feel it inside.
Volt gripped his own cock, making Wallace moan. He stroked it a few times until it was shiny and slick. From this angle, between Wallace’s legs, it looked even bigger.
“Bear down, pretty pansy. Let Daddy in.”
The first touch felt amazing. Like they were meant to be. Like if he could just open a little more, he’d reach nirvana.
But then it hurt. Really hurt. Like forcing a baseball bat through his tiny little ring.
He could feel that wide mushroom head pop through his inner muscles, and he bit his lip so he wouldn’t scream, whimpering instead. His cock hung flaccid against his belly. For the second time tonight, he wondered if maybe this really was too much. Maybe he couldn’t do it.
“Tell me, Daddy,” he whispered.
Daddy held completely still, but the stretch was still unbearable.
He nuzzled against Wallace’s cheek, folding over him.
The gentle fall of his breath and soft brush of his hands was in sharp counterpoint to the pain.
“Tell you what, darling? How your tight little hole is the best damned thing I’ve ever felt?
Or how you make Daddy so hard he just has to ruin you a little bit?
” He slid in another inch. “How Daddy needs you to hurt sometimes, to make that perfect home for his cock?”
Oh, god. Wallace’s cock was still soft, but he felt like he could come from those words alone. The pain raced through him as Daddy pushed in all the way. Brightening. Transforming. Catapulting him into orbit.
It hurt, and he loved it. He loved Volt. Loved how well his Daddy knew everything that turned him on, and had made his first time perfect.
Daddy kissed across his face. “So good for me, baby. Do you know how much Daddy loves seeing those pretty tears? When you’re hurting just a little bit for me?” He ground their hips together, barely moving but still sending tremors through Wallace’s body.
“Yes, Daddy. Please.” Wallace wanted to take all of that pain inside him. To take as much as he could, just to serve Daddy better.
Already, it was starting to transform into a heady feeling of fullness. Connection. Still not good, but not so bad.
Then Daddy pulled back and thrust in again, setting off those fireworks.
“More,” Wallace begged, even though the sting still lingered. “Please, Daddy. Claim me. Ruin me.”
Daddy’s moan felt like it had been pulled out of him. He managed to hold back for two more agonizingly slow thrusts, his slippery hand falling to Wallace’s cock to coax it back into action, but that was all he seemed capable of doing.
After that, he was like a man possessed, plunging hot and fast into Wallace’s body. Making him take every thrust and inch, while Wallace clung to him and tried not to get pushed back into the bedframe.
The sparks of pleasure turned into an inferno, as Daddy’s cock battered against his prostate. With Daddy’s hand still stroking his dick, now fully stiff, he wasn’t sure how long he would last. Daddy was like a whirlwind, enveloping all his senses.
“Need you. So. Damn. Much,” Daddy gritted out. “Fuck, creampuff. Need you.” His hips pistoned faster.