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My ass won’t stop pulsing around Daddy. He’s still stroking me, and it’s too much.

“Yes. Yes, that’s fine.” I reach out to put the phone back, but I can’t bend over again. I just can’t.

Daddy takes the phone from me and sets it on the receiver.

“You were so good, baby boy. Keep rocking on Daddy. Keep my knot hard. I haven’t come yet. I’m going to wait until I can fuck you properly.”

It’s easy at that point—letting his hands move me, my body humming from the easy pleasure of it all. I close my eyes and get lost in the sensation—the warmth of his hands, the fullness of his knot. I’m completely in the moment. I don’t need to think, all I have to do is feel.

At some point, he slowly moves my body until I’m facing the opposite direction and wraps his arms around me, guiding me to lie next to him in the bed.

There’s a knock on the outside door. “Shhhhh, baby boy. You don’t want room service to know that I’m fucking you, do you?”

I open my eyes in a panic. Room service is here, and Daddy is still making small circles with his hips.

“Tell them to come in and leave the food in the sitting room,” Daddy whispers, pressing his lips to the bite mark in the crook of my neck.

Somehow, I’m already hard again. At least room service won’t be able to see anything because of the bedroom door, but will they be able to hear?

“Come in!” I call out. “You can leave the food in the sitting room!”

I hear the outside door swing open and the rolling of a cart in the outer room. Daddy pushes deeper into me, and he’s right. My toes curl.

“Would you like anything else, Mr. Sullivan?” A female voice asks.

Daddy’s breath is hot on my neck, and his knot is still big inside me as the woman waits for my response.

“N-no. That’s everything!”

Plates clink in the other room and Daddy rolls his hips again.

“Have a good afternoon, Mr. Sullivan.” I hear the cart rolling away and the click of the door shutting behind the woman.

Daddy rolls on top of my body and drives into me with a force that makes the air leave my chest.

“Oh!”

Our bodies are slippery with sweat, so he has to grab the headboard for leverage as he pounds into me. My cock is trapped underneath my stomach, rubbing against the sheets. Daddy grabs my hair and yanks hard as he picks up speed.

“I’m going to fill you with my seed, baby boy. Breed you.”

He’s pegging my prostate now, and I clutch the sheets, powerless and pliant underneath him.

“Fill you so full with my cum.”

His thrusts become slower and harder, and I think I can feel it—his seed. Maybe that isn’t true. Maybe I’m imagining it. But God, it’s good.

Daddy fucks into me one last time, then collapses, sucking at the crook of my neck. The weight of him makes it hard to breathe, but I don’t mind. Peace washes over me as Daddy nips at my neck and shoulder, claiming me again and again. I could stay here with him forever. This is where I belong.

“See, baby boy? Ordering grilled cheese wasn’t that hard, was it?”

I laugh. I had forgotten all about that.

“It’s just that grilled cheese is for kids,” I try to explain. It even said so on the menu.

“Maybe that’s part of the appeal, baby boy. And that’s okay. I enjoy caring for you while you read to me or snuggle with Frankie. It makes me happy. Please don’t hide that part of yourself from me. I want to see it.”

I don’t know how to respond. We’ve only known each other for a short period of time, and yet it feels like Timber already understands me better than anyone.

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