Page 20 of Fitch

I hummed and squirmed on top of him. I wanted it. I wanted it so bad. “Can we play now, daddy?” I asked, my arms around his neck, my lips at his ear. “Please? I want you to show me how to be a good boy for you.”

He gripped my face and pulled my mouth to his. I surrendered to his tongue, letting him devour me. His strong arms wrapped around me, and he curled his hips upward, seeking friction.

I used my position on top of him to bring my leg over so I could straddle him, and he was quick to grip my hips.

I slid my tongue into his mouth, tilting my head for a deeper angle, and he ran his hands all over me. My hips, my back, my arse. Fingers spread wide, his huge hands covered most of me.

When we both needed air, I kissed down his neck, trying to grind down on his cock.

Needing it inside me so fucking bad.

I rocked back and forth, seeking my own pleasure, but damn, if I didn’t want his pleasure more than my own.

“Bedroom,” he said, voice tight. “Need lube.”

I laughed and moved back so I could meet his gaze. His pupils were blown, his lips were wet. So fucking gorgeous.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

I shoved my hand into my jeans pocket and produced a small sachet of lube. “Being prepared is all part of the service.”

He groaned. “Such a good boy.”

I preened under his praise, warmth curling around my insides, seeping lower and lower. “Please, daddy,” I said. “I’m not good at waiting.”

He took the sachet. “I’ll teach you patience, boy.”

Pleasure curled through me.

I began undoing the fly on his jeans. “Let me help you, daddy.”

“Hmm,” he said, flexing his hips. “Take my cock out.”

I slid my hand under his briefs, heat blooming through me as I touched the hard, silky heat of his shaft. I wrapped my fingers around him and pulled him free.

“Good boy,” he said. “Now hop off me and turn around, undo your jeans, and show me that pretty little arse.”

Oh, fuck yes.

I climbed off him, doing exactly as he asked, while he poured the lube over his cock and gave himself a few decent strokes.

Fire burst along my veins, heat and desire so hot at the sight of him sitting there with his legs spread wide, his erection in his hand, and that look in his eyes as he eyed my thighs and the way my long, thin cock hung before him.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

I did as he asked, assuming he wanted to inspect me, so I spread my arse cheeks for him. “Is this what you want, daddy? I lubed myself before I left home.”

He held my arse cheeks, inspecting me indeed, thumbing over my hole and slipping it inside me. He grunted real low in his throat. “Back onto me, nice and slow,” he said, voice gruff. “Sit on my cock, boy.”

I did as he asked, as he guided his huge cockhead into my hole.

The breach was almost too much, almost not enough. I cried out as his mushroom head pushed into me, past the first resistance. He stretched me and I tried to breathe through it.

Dom gripped my hips and pulled me down, making me yelp and tremble. But then he snaked one hand around my chest and brought my back to his front. I arched to try and alleviate the pain, and I panted, almost crying.

“Shh, boy,” he soothed in my ear. His voice was deep, rough, and soft. “Let daddy in. All the way in. I know you can take it. Breathe for me.”

I focused on breathing, trying to relax, but he was so big, and this angle... this fucking angle was overwhelming and so fucking good.

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