Page 18 of Light Me Up

"Damn, Daddy. Look at you, all primed and ready for me." His eyes flick from my ass and already erect cock to my eyes. "You're so fucking sexy," he says, and keeps eye contact while he crawls over me.

His mouth lowers to mine, licking against the seam of what I'm sure is a goofy smile. I open for him, his minty fresh tongue lapping into my mouth, tangling with mine. The kiss is deep and gentle, unhurried and passionate.

His fingers find my ass again, pushing more lube inside me while I stroke his cock. I try to line him up, ready to just get it over with, but he's having none of it.

"This is why you're not in control right now. You'd hurt yourself and it would be weeks before I could fuck this sweet ass again." My eyes about roll back with lust and impatience, but he finally lines himself up, rubbing his cock against my hole before pushing forward.

Keeping his eyes locked on mine the whole time, he pushes into the tight ring of muscle. After being stretched and milked the way I was in the shower a few minutes ago, I have no problems taking the entire head of his cock, but he still pulls back. His body shakes with the control, but he gently moves in and out of me, only giving me a tiny bit at a time. The further in he pushes, the more pressure I feel.

"Breathe," he says, despite it sounding like he's holding his own breath.

There's so much pressure, I can't look him in the eye anymore. It's too intimate, too emotional. If I keep letting him stare into my eyes, he might see everything I'm hiding. All the emotion and fear and attachment I've found with him. I feel hot tears behind my eyes, and even though I don't want him to stop, I let him think it's pain that is causing it.

"It's okay," he pants. "We can pull back. And if you need to stop, we can try again later."

"No!" I spit out. "Please. Don't stop."

"We're almost there," he whispers, kissing me sweetly. I can't bear it, wrapping a hand around the nape of his neck to pull him closer. I plunge my tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss until he moans. His hips buck a little, and the upward motion brushes against my prostate. He rocks back and forth over that same spot.

"Feels good," I pant into his mouth. "More."

"More?"

"Yes.Fuck.Give it to me."

He's more than halfway in, so when he slowly pushes in to bottom out, it's not too much to take. It feels like a lot of pressure, mostly.

Sweat drips from his forehead as he leans it against mine. "I knew you would feel good, but fuuck," he groans. He rocks against me, letting my body adjust, before pulling back to thrust inside again.

With each thrust, he pulls back a little more, surging forward with a little more power.

"Oh. Shit."

He nods and chuckles, before pulling himself up to his knees, fingers digging into my hips as he rolls his into mine.

"Jerk yourself, Daddy. I want you to come with me."

Wrapping my hand around my cock, I stroke myself in time with his thrusts, harder and faster until I think I might scream.

"Fuck, Ian?—"

"Are you gonna cum?"

I nod frantically, my hips thrusting up to meet his. I groan like an animal as cum erupts from my cock, spurting out with each thrust. He starts to pull back, but I lock my ankles around his back and hold him to me.

"Cum inside me, Ian."

"Oh, fuck!" He cries out, and warmth floods me as his cock pulses.

He collapses on top of me, his softening cock slipping out of me, and we lay there panting for a while before Ian apologizes and tries to move off me.

"Don't you dare move," I tell him, locking my arms around him. I feel his smile against my chest.

"I knew you would be perfect," he says sleepily.

He made it perfect.

CHAPTER 10

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