Page 85 of Fitch

“Fuck, boy,” Dom bit out. “Fuck.”

I pushed up, my whole body trembling, and almost begged him to stop. The plea was on the tip of my tongue, but his strong arms went around me and he held me to his chest. He kissed my neck, my shoulder, my hair. “I need you,” he murmured. “I needed you so bad today.”

And I melted, my whole body relaxing and taking him easier.

He needed this. He needed me.

And I would be everything he needed, always.

“Oh, daddy,” I breathed. “I need you too. Just like this. Your big cock inside me where you belong.”

“Fuck yes,” he said, his voice tight. “I belong inside you, boy.”

He pushed me down over the couch again, his fingers biting into my hips as he began to rail me.

Hard and deep, and so fucking good.

“Yes, daddy, yes,” I cried, babbling and getting teary, overcome with emotion. “Give it all to me. Please.”

He slammed into me one last time and gripped my hips, and he roared as his swollen cock pumped his load into me.

I smiled as I took it, pleased and proud.

He rocked back and forth a few times, holding me on him as he panted and moaned. He pressed his forehead to my spine, his breath hot on my back. “Are you okay?” he asked, breathless.

“Oh yeah,” I said. “So much better now.”

He snorted, and still trying to catch his breath, he kissed down my spine. “How do you know exactly what I need?” he mumbled.

“Because I am exactly what you need,” I replied.

He groaned and pulled his softening cock out of me.

“Aw, but daddy,” I whined.

He turned me around, cupped my face in his hands, and kissed my forehead, my cheek, my lips, before he wrapped me upin his arms and buried his face in my neck. “You can have more later,” he mumbled, holding me tighter.

He clearly needed the contact, this embrace.

Me.

Almost as much as I needed him.

I cradled the back of his head and rubbed his back. I was going to suggest a shower or that massage I’d promised but thought of something better.

I let him go only to take his hand. “Come here,” I whispered, leading him to the front of the couch. I pulled up my jeans the best I could and lay down on the couch, pulling him on top of me. “Cuddle time.”

He settled on me, between my legs, his head on my chest, and I stroked his scalp, his hair, his back. His weight on me was divine, but this wasn’t sexual at all.

This was human contact. He’d clearly had a shit day and needed to decompress.

“Shouldn’t I be doing this to you?” he murmured.

“Not all the time,” I replied, raking his hair with my fingers. “Sometimes a daddy needs some downtime. You can’t be big and strong all the time.”

He propped his head up on his hand and looked at me, studied my face, his lips curling into a slow and easy smile. “You’re kinda great, you know that?”

I nodded. “Ah, yes. I do happen to know that.”

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