Page 290 of Daddy's Pride

And to hear the gorgeous little sounds he made. Whining. Panting. Begging me to give him more.

Greedy boy.

Perfect boy.

And all mine.

“I love you, baby,” I murmured, the idea of holding it back anymore suddenly feeling completely unnecessary. “You were made for me.”

His breath caught and his body went tight, but then I reached under him and wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him firmly. “D-D-Daddy?”

“That’s right. Just like that,” I said, finally breaching his hole and starting to work him open. “So good for me.”

He dropped his head, letting it hang as little tremors ran through him. “Yes,” he panted. “Yes, please. I want to be. I—Daddy.”

The second finger made him shout.

When I’d first had him laid out on the bed for me, I’d barely been able to wrap my lips around his cock before he’d shot his load down my throat, but even so, my sweet boy’s recovery time was impressive, his already swollen cock getting harder by the second as I worked a third finger inside him, dripping a steady line of precum down onto the sheets.

“Daddy,” he whimpered, pushing his ass back and trying to fuck himself on my fingers. “Please, Daddy. Please, do it. Fuck me. Make love to me. I need you.”

His words made my cock throb and my heart sing.

“I know you do, baby,” I crooned, pumping my fingers into him a little faster. “But you don’t have to beg. You can trust me to get you there. Trust me to give you my cock when you’re ready for it, and to make sure you enjoy every moment that it’s inside you once I do.”

He was already trembling, but he gave a broken little sob of agreement. “Yes, Daddy. Please. I’ll be good.”

“You can’t be anything else. You are good. My very good boy. My love. My sweet Owen.” I twisted my fingers, making him whimper again. “Do you like this, baby boy? Does it feel good to have your tight little ass stretched?”

“Yes,” he breathed, clenching around the intrusion. “Please, Daddy.”

My balls were already tight and heavy, my cock aching to give him what he was asking for.

I hadn’t been lying when I’d told him he didn’t have to beg. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t sexy as hell when he did it.

“One more finger first, sweetheart.” I added some more lube, then slowly pushed three inside him, the tight, silken heat making me groan as I imagined how good it was going to feel gripping my shaft.

“Daddy,” he gasped, going tense all over.

“I know, baby. It burns a little, doesn’t it? Just breathe through it. Relax for Daddy. You can take it. I know you can. It’s going to feel so good once you’re ready. I’ll take good care of you, baby. I promise.”

He whined, nodding, then dropped his chest to the mattress, arching his back and pushing his gorgeous ass toward me in a silent plea for even more.

“Good boy. Fuck, look at you. That’s it,” I murmured, continuing to finger him, stretching and rubbing and working my way all the way in.

After a few moments, his body relaxed again.

Then I twisted my fingers in a way I’d deliberately avoided so far given how close he’d been to coming while I rimmed him, and tagged his prostate.

His whole body jolted. “Oh! Oh, Daddy. Oh my God! What was that?”

I couldn’t help grinning. “That, sweetheart, is pure magic.”

That made him laugh in the most breathless, giddy, adorable way as he half twisted around, looking at me with those big, gorgeous eyes of his.

“Everything about you is magic,” he breathed out, his whole body glowing with a slick sheen of sweat and his beautiful spirit glowing even brighter.

“Fuck, baby,” I rasped, knowing I could absolutely edge him for longer. That he’d take it and beg and glow for me as long as I wanted him to, so perfectly good for me he couldn’t help but do anything else.

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