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I moan at the idea of it. His fingers withdraw, leaving me horribly empty, then the hot pressure of his cock drives into me all at once.

“Daddy!”

“You’re going to talk with the staff member like everything is normal, with only the bedroom door between us. And then when they’re gone, I’m going to fuck you so hard into this mattress, you’ll feel it for days. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy. I understand. I’ll do whatever you say.”

He grabs my hips and guides them down onto his cock, then back up again. The motion is too fast—too much. He’s such a big man, and I’ve already taken him twice in the last twenty-four hours.

“C’mon, boy. Ride me. Make me knot.”

While it’s technically my muscles doing the work, his hands are in complete control. I take him all the way down to the root, our bodies slamming together. Then Daddy directs my hips back up immediately, not giving me a moment to adjust. The pace is punishing. Before long I’m gasping for breath, my naked body slippery with sweat, as I go up and down, up and down, taking every inch of him.

“That’s right, baby boy,” Daddy says. He digs his fingers into my hips, his body thrusting to meet me this time. Then he’s expanding within me, forcing himself so deep I don’t think I can take it. I try to lift off him to relieve the incredible pressure, but he holds me fast and says, “Stay still, boy. You’re going to take my knot.”

“But I can’t. I’m sore. It’s too much.”

He pushes in even deeper. “Pick up the phone.”

He can’t possibly expect me to do that yet. I’m still adjusting to him. I need more time.

“Pick up the phonenow.”

Bending over to reach for the phone on the nightstand makes his knot feel even larger. It stretches my rim painfully, making my eyes water. I pick up the phone and bring it to my ear.

Daddy wraps his fingers around my cock.

“Oh, Daddy. I won’t be able to focus.”

“Dial one and order a chicken salad for me, boy.”

Dialing requires me to bend over again. The phone rings until a chipper female voice says “Room service! How can I help you?”

Daddy strokes my cock with his hand, making me inhale sharply.

“Uh, hi. I—” Daddy rolls his hips, grinding his knot into me, just like he promised he would. I can’t think. “I, uh. The chicken salad.”

“You want to order the chicken salad?” the hotel employee asks.

“Yeah.”

Daddy keeps rolling his hips, gently circling my cock with his fingers. “And something for you, baby boy. Grilled cheese or chicken fingers?”

I’m too distracted by his hand to worry about the twelve-and-under rule or what he might think of me.

“And grilled cheese. I want grilled cheese,” I say in a rush.

He increases the pressure around my cock and begins jacking me off rapidly. I have to cover the mouth of the phone to avoid breathing heavily into it.

“Is that all you’d like to order?”

Daddy suddenly snaps his hips up, and his hand goes into overdrive. Pleasure surges through me, and I bite my lip hard to avoid crying out.

“Sir?”

“Yes!” I say, immediately covering the mouth of the phone again as I spurt all over Daddy’s hand, my ass clenching around him painfully.

“Okay. We’ll have that to you in about twenty minutes. Will that work for you?”

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