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Daddy sucks me down like he needs my cock to live, and it’s all I can do to hold on and keep my sense. When Daddy pops off my dick, I whine, but his stern look has me holding my breathand trying not to move, lest he think I’m being disrespectful in any way.

“Remember, I won’t ask you to come on command, but I do expect you to hold it in as long as possible, understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good, I promise.”

His smile is full of mischief. “We’ll see.”

He swallows my cock again, and I can’t help reaching for him, threading my fingers through his soft blond hair. When he doesn’t tell me to stop, I grip the strands tightly and hold on as he brings me to the edge of oblivion, only to back off.

Over and over he does this, until I’m a writhing mess of need underneath him, only then does he pull away completely.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” I ask in a voice that's hoarse from crying out in pleasure.

Daddy shakes his head. “No, baby. I already told you, I’m going toclaimyou.”

With that, he picks up the lube again and coats his fingers. He doesn’t spend too long on the prep, which I’m grateful for. Knowing my luck, I’d come and end up back in the cage before his dick gets anywhere near my ass.

Daddy slicks up his cock and I eagerly spread my legs, making him laugh. “What’s the hurry, baby? You don’t have to be at work for a few more hours, we can take our time.”

“But, Daddy,” I whine with a pout. “I need you, I feel so empty.”

“Is that right?”

He guides his cock to my ass, holding himself steady as he leans over me. “I should put you out of your misery then?”

“Yes, please. Do it.”

He kisses me as he thrusts into me, both of us moaning as his dick breaches my hole. Daddy slowly enters me, moving carefully so as to not aggravate my already sore hole.

“Soren,” I gasp, digging my fingers into his back as he thrusts all the way inside.

“Do you feel me, baby? Feel me filling you up, stretching you out, taking back what’s mine?”

I nod and blush as tears well and I grip him tighter. “Fuck me. I’m yours.”

He kisses me. “I know you are.”

Slowly, he pulls back and then pushes back in. Over and over he does this, taking me slow and gentle, making me shake and moan as the pleasure overrides whatever pain was lingering.

Soren, not Daddy—there’s a difference—takes my hands in his and presses them into the mattress above my head, threading our fingers together.

He kisses me, slow and soft, much like how he’s fucking me. It’s tender in a way I’ve never experienced before, full of need and emotion, and I want nothing more than to bask in the sensation for as long as possible.

When he begins fucking into me a little harder, I cry out, my back arching as my cock rubs against his stomach. “It’s too much,” I gasp. My very nerve-endings are on fire as hemakes loveto me.

Soren lets go of one of my hands and cups my face. “You okay?”

I nod. “It’s… I’m not in pain. That’s green across the board, but…”

He smiles and kisses me, halting his movement. “I told you, baby, I’m claiming you as mine. Just lie back and enjoy it.”

He grabs my hands again, pressing both into the bed as he begins moving into me, faster and harder, fucking little breaths and moans out of me. All I can do is wrap my legs around him and hold on for the ride, staring up into bright blue eyes that seem to seeallof me.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, shifting and thrusting in deeper, making me moan at the intensity.

His cock hits my prostate and I arch into him once more, chasing the sensation. “That’s it,” he whispers.

Harder still, he fucks into me until I can barely catch my breath, and it’s all I can do to hold my orgasm at bay.

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