Page 89 of Awakening His Daddy

“I need words, boy.”

“Yes, yes, Daddy!” He adds a third finger. “Your hole. Oh, fuck!”

I get another harder smack. “Language,” he growls.

What the actual fuck? I can’t swear during sex?

“But-but swearing doesn’t count during sex. Everyone knows?—”

I get three hard spanks in a row. “My good boy doesn’t swear.”

Oh, fuck. I melt. How can he make this sound and feel so good at the same time?

“Yes, Daddy. No swearing.”

“Good boy.” He picks up his assault on my prostate again.

“Daddy, I’m going to come.” I pant and try to stay still, but it’s hard.

“Go ahead. Show Daddy how much you like his touch.”

“Can you spank me harder?”

I get three hard smacks and come on the fourth.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I shoot my load all over the side of the couch.

God, I love a prostate orgasm. The feeling is different. Almost incomplete, but so good.

“You’re so tight and hot. The way you clenched my fingers as you came. So hot.”

I feel his lubed dick at my hole, and he pushes the fat head in.

I cry out when he forces his way through my protesting rim, stretching me to the point where I’m sure I’m going to tear, and then he’s through.

“That’s it, baby, take my cock.”

“It’s so big… It’s tearing me apart.”

He stills his hips, but I’m not letting him stop now. So I wrap my arms around his waist, and I pull him inside me.

“I don’t want to really hurt you. Fuck, you feel good.”

“Daddy,” I scold, but the words die on my tongue when he bottoms out and pauses as he blankets me with his body. “Move, please. I want to feel your hot cum fill my ass.”

“Such a needy boy.” He pulls his hips back and slides back in. “God, you’re so tight. So tight.”

I want to ask if it’s better than pussy, but he steals the thoughts from my head when he fucks me hard and fast. Every thrust pushes the airs from my lungs, and I’m gasping for breath.

“Yes, Daddy, yes, Daddy.” It becomes my chant, and I swear the world stops spinning around us as I take his cock. I can feel my orgasm rising, but it’s not important. The only things that matter are him and the way he pounds my ass into the couch. I come on a quiet groan, my dick leaking pathetically against the side of the couch, but Daddy isn’t done with me yet. No, he fucks and fucks and fucks until my legs can barely hold me.

“You ready, baby? Daddy’s going to fill this tight hole with so much cum.”

“Please, please,” I beg.

He grips my hips and roars out his orgasm. I sigh in pleasure as I feel his warmth spreading into my limp body. His rhythm never falters as he jackhammers his cum into my guts.

When he’s done, he falls on top of me, panting and sweaty.

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