Page 51 of A Daddy for Maddy

His hand went to my crease again, lubing me up. When his finger entered me, I moaned and inhaled at the same time, which almost made me choke.

“Relax for Daddy, now,” Colin instructed.

I closed my eyes so I could focus on the feeling and realized I was smiling.

Colin pressed his finger in and out of me. It was an easy glide and didn’t hurt at all. He wasn’t rough. I’d been roughly stretched before and hadn’t liked it, but I didn’t need to say a word at all to Colin. He knew what he was doing.

Soon, two fingers penetrated me. I groaned aloud.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, Daddy. Please don’t stop.”

A chuckle. Then praise. “You’re such a pretty boy. You know it, don’t you?”

I wasn’t sure if I did or not. While I contemplated my answer, Colin added, “If you don’t know, then you’ll learn. You’ll learn to listen to me. You’ll learn to understand what you do to me, how you make me feel. That you’re a pretty boy. Very pretty. And one I hope will become all mine if you agree.”

I’d already agreed in my mind the first time we went out. I guess that made me an easy boy, too.

Fingers filled me up. His other hand brushed my balls, then grasped my cock and squeezed it twice. It was all so great. But I wanted more.

“I want to be yours, Daddy. Make me yours.”

His fingers left me. I was empty again. But not for long. I heard the rustle of clothing and the sizzle of a zipper. I lifted my head to peek.

Colin had taken off his shirt and was now pushing off his jeans. What I glimpsed at first was a startling beauty. He had round, tight muscles on starry tattooed arms. That’s what I noticed first. Arms were my favorite. Then I saw his chest, taut with firm pecs. He leaned forward and his shoulders were broad and perfect. He knelt up and I saw his flat stomach, and the way his waist met his straight hips but curved in just above his backside. I had a side view for a few seconds, enough to note his backside was rounded and perfect, just like the rest of him. And of course, I noticed his cock. It stretched out from a nest of dark curls, bouncing as he moved, the shaft thickly veined, dark, and the head beautifully rounded. He was big but not enormous.

I wanted to touch. I wanted to feel him inside me. All of him.

“Daddy, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you, sweet boy.”

“I mean it. I can barely breathe to look at you.”

“You have to breathe, love. Otherwise, this is going to become very difficult.”

But it wasn’t difficult at all. Daddy Colin moved between my legs again and I lifted up. My cock was aching, wanting more. I wanted to come on that big, gorgeous dick.

I pressed my head back into the pillow and closed my eyes as I heard the squirt of more lube.

Soon—finally—he pressed his cock against my hole. He went slow. Too slow. I felt very naughty and demanding as I lifted my hips up in a quick jerk to take him faster into me.

“Such a bad boy,” Colin groaned, slurring the words. “So very, very bad.”

By his tone, I knew what that meant. He liked it. I was giving him pleasure by rocking forward and squeezing with my muscles.

When he was fully inside me, I squirmed, feeling good, but needing more. I could already feel the pleasure building.

“Oh baby, you feel fantastic.”

“Move, Daddy.”

“Yes, sir.” Colin mimicked my baby voice and began to thrust.

It was like a big wind moved through me, like my entire body was gasping at the way he pushed in and out of me. After a few tries, he angled himself perfectly to rub against my prostate with each thrust. That was when I became lost, the edges of my vision fizzing, fading.

I held Kornie tightly to me with one arm. With the other, I reached out and gripped my cock.

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