Page 27 of R for Rough

Fuck, what he did to me when he said shit like that.

“You like hurting for Daddy?” I murmured.

“Mmhmm…” He nodded and blinked sleepily. “’Cause I want you to need me too much to be careful, if that makes sense. And, like—” A yawn cut him off. “Daddy owns all my holes and stuff, so he can rape and use me whenever he wants.”

Jesus fuck.

I nudged away his hand with my nose, then kissed him hard, unable to speak a goddamn word. Then I started fucking him the way I wanted to, all while my mind raced to what else I hoped for.

“I’ll wanna spoil my boy too, though.”

He lit up, though it was cut short by a thrust that hurt him. “Oww—spoil me how?”

“Depends on what you like,” I grunted. I eased back enough so I could watch us, right where my cock disappeared into him.“I think it should be my responsibility to make sure you never run out of cocoa, whipped cream, and chocolate sprinkles.”

He gasped and clutched his stuffie again. “I want that, Daddy.”

“If you want new PJs, come to me,” I went on. “We’ll go out together so Daddy can buy you some.”

“Oh,” he whimpered.

I watched him screw his eyes shut as I went harder, and it still wasn’t enough. So I rolled on top of him and began fucking him into the mattress. Fuck, just like that. Over and over, harder and faster.

He sniffled and let out the quietest cry that flooded me with pleasure.

He was so fucking tight around me, and literally the only thing that could stop me now was a safeword. I pounded into him, each thrust pushing him up the mattress, and I could no longer stay quiet. I’d thought I’d reached a peak earlier when I’d taken him out on the street, but this was something else entirely.

“It hurts so m-much, Daddy,” he cried.

I groaned and peered down between us. Then I wanted to see…or feel… I slipped a hand underneath him, and I coughed around a chuckle. Look at that, my little sweetheart was getting hard again.

“You can take it.” I gnashed my teeth, my breathing getting out of control, and hauled him back on all fours. “My little baby whore. You’re hard. You think you can fool Daddy?”

“Owww! Stop it, Daddy, stop!”

Never.

With a tight grip on his hips, I slammed my cock inside him, and I finally got him where I wanted him. One sob broke free, followed by another and another.

I breathed in deeply through my nose and felt the pleasure build up too fast for my liking.

“You caused this, little boy,” I grunted. “You made me lose it.”

It was the headiest fucking experience. Tracy sobbed into his stuffie while I fucked him to pieces, and his little ass cheeks shook and jiggled when I slammed in. All while he couldn’t help but crave it. Whenever I touched his cock, he moaned through his cries—and he’d get a new reason to cry soon. I wasn’t letting him come a third time. I wanted him clingy and needy all night.

You’re so fucking mine, baby. I’m not letting you go.

My orgasm crashed down on me without warning, and I jackhammered into him as I started coming. I groaned and cursed, all tension leaving me—tension I didn’t even know I had left—and I got the feeling we’d sleep damn well tonight.

Holy fuck.

Panting and muscles straining, I slowed down and swallowed dryly.

I blinked and refocused my gaze. Yeah, he was definitely redder now. Stretched to accommodate me, thoroughly used, wet with oil and come.

Deep breaths.

I carefully shifted us around until we were on our sides again, with his back to my chest, and my cock still buried inside him.

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