Page 50 of Nicky

His smile softened, and for a moment, the world shrank down to just us—his hands on my skin, his weight grounding me, his eyes locking me in place.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that started slow before deepening into something that stole mybreath. Every swipe of his tongue, every lick, every nibble felt deliberate, like he was trying to prove something without words.

And me? I was finally letting myself believe it. Believe that I could be his, without losing who I was.

Daddy prepared my ass beautifully. I was all slicked up and ready for him. On my knees, I felt the thick head of Daddy’s hard cock press against my eager hole. I gasped at the tantalizing sensation. He began to enter me slowly, sliding his shaft inside me inch by inch, stretching me deliciously. His hips started to move in a sensual rhythm, filling me completely while his strong hand maintained pressure on my back.

"Such a good boy," he growled, his voice husky with desire, the heat in his words igniting every nerve in my body. "Taking me so well."

My fingers curled into the sheets, grounding me as his praise settled over me like a warm blanket. A shiver raced down my spine, and I couldn’t hold back the smile that tugged at my lips. “Because I was specially made for you, Daddy.”

Markus stilled for half a second, his sharp intake of breath like a lightning strike in the quiet room. Then his hands slid down my sides, firm and steady, as if mapping every inch of me, claiming me in the way only he could.

“You have no idea what that does to me,” he rasped, his voice thick with emotion and raw need. His grip tightened slightly, anchoring me. “Hearing you say that? Knowing you mean it?”

I turned my head just enough to catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye. His face was intense, his eyes dark and filled with something that looked a lot like reverence.

“I do mean it,” I said, my voice softer this time, a little breathless. “Every word.”

Markus leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the base of my neck, his lips lingering there as if he was sealing some unspoken promise. “You were made for me,” he murmured, his breath hotagainst my skin. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving I was made for you too.”

His words hit me square in the chest, and for a moment, I couldn’t respond. All I could do was feel—his hands, his warmth, his love wrapping around me like a second skin.

“Daddy,” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice, thick with emotion.

“Right here, baby boy,” he said, his tone softer now but no less commanding, no less sure. His hands moved again, guiding, steadying, as if reminding me I was his, and he was mine.

Daddy didn't stop there; he thrusted into me fully, burying his entire length deep in my hole, leaving me breathless.

“Fuck, this ass is hot and wet and tight.” Dirty words tumbled from Daddy’s lips and straight into my ear, each grunted syllable punctuated by a powerful thrust that robbed me of coherent thought. His hands gripped my hips firmly, digging into my flesh as if he needed to keep me close while he drove himself into me relentlessly.

As if he couldn’t get close enough to me from behind, he withdrew, flipped me over on my back and plunged himself into my ass again. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on for dear life as my Daddy rocked me and my world. The sweat glistened on his muscular chest and arms, the prominent veins flexing with each driving motion. My hands roamed his sculpted chest and arms, reveling in the strength of his muscles as I gripped him tightly.

His big beautiful body ground against mine with every breathless stroke, our slick skin slapping together, his dick hitting my prostate oh-so-fucking good. The desperate moans he uttered in my ear only fanned the flames of desire burning within me. His relentless thrusts became increasingly erratic as he zeroed in on my most sensitive spot, eliciting cries of ecstasy from me with each deep plunge.

In between ragged breaths, he leaned in close and whispered into my ear, "You're mine, Nicky. Every inch of you belongs to me." He growled possessively, the heat in his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

The words hit me like a brand, scorching and undeniable, and I moaned, arching back into him without a second thought. My body answered him before my mind even caught up, like it had been waiting its whole life to hear those words and feel this claim.

I wanted to argue, to throw back some smartass comment about being my own person, but I couldn’t. Not when every nerve in my body screamed for more, not when his grip on my hips steadied me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.

"You hear me?" he rasped, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his voice low and commanding. "Say it, boy. Tell me who you belong to."

I squeezed my eyes shut, a mix of defiance and surrender warring inside me. But when I finally spoke, my voice cracked with raw honesty.

"You, Daddy. I'm yours."

Our bodies moved in sync, I felt waves of pleasure coursing through me with each stroke of delicious friction between us. I felt the buildup at the base of my spine. My balls drew up. Markus wrapped his hand around my cock, jerking it in tandem with his deep, deliberate thrusts into my depths.

"Ready to come, boy?" Daddy asked, his voice laced with lust.

"God…yes, I'm ready to come," I panted in response.

At his masterful strokes combined with the overwhelming fullness inside me, a tidal wave of ecstasy built up within me.

Arrghhh! My release sent streams of cum across Daddy's fingers and onto my trembling thighs. Feeling me surrender to my climax triggered him too—I soon felt the warmth of his release flooding my hole as he groaned loudly in satisfaction.His dick continued to throb within me until we were both spent entirely, our bodies slick with sweat.

The rest of the night was a blur of heat and laughter, of teasing remarks and tender reassurances. He let me push, let me test his limits, only to pull me back into the safety of his arms every time.

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