Page 84 of Fitch

“I’m going to help you relax and unwind, de-stress. It’s going to involve a hot shower, some food, a massage, and some much-needed orgasms. As many as you want, however you want them. Your wish, my command.”

He did smile at that, and he squeezed my fingers. He looked from the traffic to me as he slowed for some lights, and he sighed. “I’m so grateful for you.”

Oh.

His words hit me hard, making my belly swoop, and my heart pinballed in my chest. Could he possibly feel the same for me as I felt for him? I didn’t see how that was possible, but damn, my heart never wanted anything more.

“I’m grateful for you too,” I managed to say. Barely a whisper, but I said it. “So fucking much.”

He smiled a little easier and leaned in toward me, so I met him halfway and kissed him.

The car behind us honked their horn and Dominic snarled at the rear-vision mirror. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t waste your energy on that guy,” I said. “Hurry and get me home, daddy. You need to take all that pent-up frustration out on my very willing and ready arse.”

He made a low sound in the back of his throat. “Willing and ready, huh?”

“I’ve been waiting all day for tonight. Do you think I was going to waste any of my time with you on douching and lubing?” I rolled my eyes. “Silly daddy. Of course I’m ready.”

He came to an abrupt stop, pulled on the park brake, and I thought maybe we were gonna fuck in his car until I realised we were at his house already.

He got out, and instead of waiting for him, I beat him to the front path and skipped up to his front door.

He was smiling when he got to me. I made zero effort to get out of his way, so he had to crowd me against the door to unlock it. I cupped his balls and felt his erection. “Daddy really needs to unload,” I whispered as he pushed the door open.

I almost fell back, but he was quick to grab me. He bustled us inside, and grinning, I pulled on his tie, leading him inside toward his bedroom.

We only got as far as the lounge room before he dragged me over to the back of the sofa. He pulled my back to his front, letting me feel how hard he was.

“You shouldn’t tease me, boy,” he said, pulling my jeans down. Of course I wasn’t wearing any underwear and I still wasn’t sure if he loved or hated that. “Telling me you’re ready for me. Let me look at your perfect hole.”

He pushed my shoulders down, bending me over the back of the sofa, my feet almost off the floor.

“Oh, you’re such a good boy,” he murmured, and I could hear him unbuckle his belt, undo his fly.

Oh, fuck yes.

“You make yourself wet for me, boy,” he murmured. “Did you stretch yourself too? So daddy doesn’t have to wait.”

“Yes,” I replied. I had used my fingers when I’d filled myself with lube. I’d even used more than normal because I wanted to be prepared. I wanted him to fuck me the second we were through the door.

I wanted exactly this.

“I wanted to be ready for you. Please don’t wait, daddy.”

He angled my hips, spread my arse cheeks, and pushed the blunt head of his cock to my hole. “Need this so bad,” he mumbled. “Gonna try to be gentle.”

“Give it to me however you need to,” I said. “I can take it, daddy.”

He grunted and pushed into me. Hard and fast, almost sending me over the sofa, but his fingers digging into my hips held me in place.

He was so big and so hard that as he impaled me, the initial pain of it made me regret not using more lube, not stretching myself more. Made me second-guess everything I’d ever known.

I cried out, gripping the seat cushions, my feet now well off the floor.

But he held me fast, held me in place, and drove into me.

He let out a loud groan as he sunk to the hilt, and I yelped as he hit that wall inside me.

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