11. Milo #2
“Such a needy boy,” Connor growls against my lips. “Can’t even watch a movie without begging for Daddy’s attention.”
“Yes,” I breathe, grinding down on the thick ridge of his cock. “Please, Daddy.”
He pulls the t-shirt up and over my head in one smooth motion, leaving me in nothing but my tiny briefs. His hands roam over my bare skin, rough and sensual at the same time. I reach for his shirt and he helps me tug it off, revealing that powerful, sculpted chest I can never get enough of.
We kiss again, deeper, hotter.
Skin against skin.
My nipples drag against his chest with every movement and I whimper at how good it feels when our chests are pressed together. Connor’s hands slide down to grip my ass, squeezing hard as he rocks me against his erection.
I can feel how hard he is. It’s thick. Heavy. Pulsing .
“Connor…” I gasp between kisses. “I’m ready. I want you. All the way. Please make me yours.”
He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, breathing hard. His hand comes up to cup my cheek, thumb stroking gently.
“You sure, boy?” His voice is rough, but his eyes are soft. “We don’t have to rush.”
“I’m sure,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss him again. “I want my Daddy inside me. I’ve never been more certain of anything.”
Connor makes a low, almost pained sound and then I’m suddenly weightless. He stands up with me wrapped around him like I weigh nothing, carrying me down the short hallway to my bedroom. The fairy lights are still on, casting a soft glow over everything.
He flops me down onto the bed gently, then strips off the rest of his clothes.
I watch, mesmerized, as his thick cock springs free, all hard, heavy, and pointing straight at me. My mouth waters and my dick pulses at the sight.
Connor grabs some lube from the bedside table and works his fingers into the pot. All I can do is watch and drink in the sight of my Daddy, his naked body, and his wet fingers.
I always thought I had quite a big cock, but it looks way smaller than Connor’s now there’s a real life comparison possible. And I love this.
In seconds he’s on top of me, both of us completely naked. His body covers mine perfectly—heavy, warm, protective. Connor kisses me deeply as he spreads my legs wider with his knees. One big hand slides between us, Connor’s wet fingers finding my ass hole.
“Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” Connor groans. “Daddy will look after you, don’t worry.”
He runs his lubed fingers and palm over his cock before he notches the thick head of his cock at my ass hole and pushes in slowly, stretching me open.
“Daddy,” I groan, gripping the pillow next to me as my ass slowly but surely accommodates Connor’s monster dick.
I gasp at the fullness, my nails digging into his shoulders as he leans down toward me. Inch by inch Connor sinks deeper until he’s buried to the hilt, his heavy balls resting against me.
My legs are hitched back and supported by Connor’s shoulders and I can feel him inside me. It’s an incredible feeling, way better than anything I’ve experienced before, and it’s not even close on that score.
“Oh my God, Daddy…” I moan, my legs wrapping around his waist.
Connor starts to move. Slow, powerful thrusts that rock the bed. He’s completely in control, hips rolling with deliberate strength. Every stroke hits that perfect spot inside me and I cry out with pleasure.
“Look at me,” he commands softly. “Look at your Daddy as he makes you cry out for more.”
I do as my Daddy tells me without question.
Our eyes lock as he fucks me deeper, harder. His hand finds mine and pins it above my head. The other grips my hip, holding me exactly where he wants me.
“You feel so good,” he growls. “So tight. So perfect for Daddy.”
I’m lost in him. The weight of his body. The stretch of his cock. The way he looks at me like I’m everything. My orgasm builds fast and intense.
“Daddy… I’m gonna… I can’t stop it…”
“The cum for me,” Connor orders, thrusting harder. “Let me feel it.”
I shatter with a loud cry, my cock shooting its load up onto my stomach and my ass pulsing and clenching around Connor’s wide tree-trunk dick.
Connor groans deeply, hips stuttering as he follows right behind me. He buries himself to the hilt and comes hard, pulsing inside me as he fills me with hot spurts of his thick waves.
We cling to each other, trembling, breathing hard. He stays inside me even after we both finish, gently kissing my neck, my cheeks, my lips.
Finally Connor pulls out and rolls us so I’m lying on his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around me. Moonlight cuts through the blinds in silver stripes across our bodies. I trace lazy circles on his chest, feeling more complete and cherished than I ever have in my life.
“I think I’ve found my perfect Daddy,” I whisper against his skin.
Connor’s arms tighten around me. He presses a long kiss to the top of my head.
“And I’ve found my perfect darling little boy,” Connor murmurs, voice thick with emotion.
We fall asleep like that, tangled together, his cock still half-hard underneath me, our hearts beating in perfect sync under the soft glow of the moon.
I know one thing for sure… this is exactly where I belong.