Page 119 of Dad Next Door

That command was exactly what I needed to let go, and I didn’t just hit my orgasm; I crashed right through it.

Reality blinked in and out of existence as I came with a loud cry, shaking and shuddering under him as I was racked with the most intense pleasure I’d ever experienced. My dick pulsed in his hand, and my ass spasmed around his cock, trying to hold him in place.

He jerked over me, his cry of pleasure echoing in the room along with mine as he buried his cock as deep inside me as possible.

Warmth filled me, triggering another wave of that delicious pleasure.

Did I just come again? Or had my first orgasm never stopped?

Before I could get lost in my head, Tristan’s soft kiss broke through my haze, helping me stay in the moment. I ran my hands over his back and hooked my ankles together under his ass, locking him in place.

He lay over me, pressing little kisses against my skin that felt almost unconscious, like he wasn’t even aware that he was doing it as we basked in the afterglow.

“I love you,” I whispered, needing to say it, needing him to hear it.

“I love you too.” He kissed my cheek. “Do you want me to move?”

“Not yet.” I held him tighter.

He kissed my neck and let me cling to him as I processed what I was feeling and what we’d just shared.

Tristan was the only romantic or sexual partner I’d ever had who made an effort to understand my mind and how I was wired. I never had trouble performing when I was playing a part and had no emotional connection to my scene partner, but I’d always struggled with intimacy in my personal life, even though it was the thing I wanted most in the world.

Constantly having multiple streams of thoughts going through my mind at all times, most of which I had no control over, was an advantage in that it prevented me from losing control and coming too quick. But it also stopped me from being fully present with my partners, and that had caused so many problems before Tristan.

The tradeoff with not coming too fast was that I sometimes had trouble coming at all. It had nothing to do with my partner or how I felt about them and everything to do with my ADHD, so I had to mentally check out and put all my focus on forcing my orgasm. That turned sex into a chore, and it led to resentment on both sides.

Tristan was the only person who understood that my struggles had everything to do with me and nothing to do with him. He allowed me to be myself, and he helped me overcome my issues instead of being angry at me for having them.

Everything about tonight had been perfect, and now that I knew just how incredible bottoming for him felt, I couldn’t wait to do it again.

“What was that for?” Tristan asked, breaking me free from my thoughts.

“What?”

“That chuckle.”

“I was just thinking about how amazing that was and how you’ve turned me into a total bottom.”

He huffed out a laugh. “I’m glad it was good.”

“Good doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

His softening cock fell out of me, and I winced at the loss. He shifted off me and settled on his back. I rolled into him and snuggled up to his side.

“I’m serious.” I nuzzled my cheek into his pec. “I’m down for that anytime. Like, anytime.” I bumped my spent dick against his hip.

“Fortunately for you, my little soldier is down for the count, at least for the next little while.”

“Why is that fortunate for me?”

“Because you’ll feel it when the endorphins wear off, and you need some time to heal.”

“Fine,” I huffed dramatically. “I can wait.”

“I’ve created a menace.” He rolled onto his side so he was facing me. “Are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

“Not at all. It was amazing.”

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