Page 88 of Awakening His Daddy

“She’s a country singer, but her last few albums haven’t been selling so great, so her label is trying to reinvent her as a skank. But before that can happen, she goes home and gets trapped by the snow, and she just met up with her old boyfriend.”

“These stories are getting pretty out there. Next thing you know an alien is going to abduct them and force them to recreate Christmas for their planet!”

“I don’t think they’ll ever get that far out there.”

“Just you wait. Hey, you could write it and become famous.”

“If I was going to write a movie about aliens, there would for sure be tentacles.” I wink, and he chuckles.

“More appendages to pleasure you with.”

“Speaking of more pleasure.” I grab his shirt and pull him close. “I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes widen so fast it’s comical. “Get the lube.”

That was easy.

I don’t have to ask him where the lube is because we all know that Leo has some in his room.

“I found the lube, but he doesn’t have any condoms.”

“I’m clean, and it’s been almost a year.”

“I’ve been tested since my last hook-up a few months ago.” Daddy growls, and it’s so hot. “Jealous, Daddy?”

“Very. Now strip for me, baby.”

I’ve never been afraid of being silly or sexy, so I pull off my oversized hoodie and struggle to work my pajama pants and boxers over my hard dick and down.

“Beautiful,” he breathes.

I smile and pop the cap on the lube. My hole clenches in that excited way it does when it knows I’m about to get fucked.

“I want to do it.” He crooks his finger, and I walk over to the chair he’s sitting in. I’m not about to argue with his gruff commands.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He takes the lube and then turns me around before throwing me over the arm of the couch, ass up.

“I’ve never done this before, so tell me if I hurt you, but if it’s the good hurt, I want you to fight through it for Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy.” The best words I’ve ever said.

When the tip of a cold, lubed finger finds my hole, I relax instinctively and suck his whole finger in with a happy moan.

It’s called being a power bottom.

“What a greedy little hole.” Another lubed finger slips in.

“Oh yes, Daddy.” He starts pumping his fingers in and out before swirling them around my rim. “I love things in my ass.”

I yipe when I get a sharp smack to my ass.

“This hole belongs to me now.” The obscene squelching noises almost muffle his voice. “Nothing goes in here except for me.” He spanks me again. “Got it?”

I nod and pant.

God, he’s hitting my prostate now like the thing owes him money. My eyes cross, and I can feel the warmth and pull of a prostate orgasm building until he spanks me and stills his fingers.

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