Page 21 of Fitch

He kissed the side of my neck. “Good boy,” he breathed, his hands skimming my ribs, my tummy. Then his hand ran down past my navel, pushing hard above my pubic bone, rubbing, circling. “Good boy. I can feel where my cock is buried in you.”

His words made me writhe and he drove up into me while pulling me down on him. I cried out again, but he held me tight. “Shh, boy,” he said, voice tight. “Just a little bit longer. Not long to go now. You feel too good, make daddy come too fast.”

I was leaning against him, my head on his shoulder, breathing with every slow thrust. His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me on him, his hands engulfing me as he impaled me.

“Daddy, please,” I whimpered. “It’s too much like this.”

“You can take it, boy,” he panted, holding me a little tighter now. His grip on control was slipping. “Daddy’s almost done. Gonna put this load in you, so deep.” He rubbed my lower abdomen again, pushing and rubbing harder, faster as he thrust up into me. “Will you be a good boy and take it?”

“Yes, daddy. Please. Please give it to me.”

He gripped my hips hard, pinning me onto his cock, and he growled as he thrust hard one last time and spilled inside me.

I could feel it.

Every pulse, every spurt, every drop.

Then the pain and discomfort from before was gone, replaced with a wave of pride and longing, overwhelming and all-consuming.

He held me tight, arms wound around me, his face buried into the side of my neck, his breaths ragged.

“Thank you, daddy,” I whispered.

He lifted me off his softening cock and quickly cradled me in his arms. He kissed the side of my head and rubbed my back. “You are such a good boy.”

I smiled at the rush of pride, warm and lovely.

This feeling of serenity, of being adored and gentled, was a blanket of comfort to me that I found nowhere else.

“Do you feel okay?” he whispered.

“I feel so good, daddy,” I replied, nestling into his arms a little more. “So safe and warm. Are you pleased with me, daddy? Did I do good?”

I had to hear him say it.

I needed him to say it.

He gave me a squeeze. “You did great, boy. And I’m very pleased. I’m so happy with our arrangement. You’re the best boy.”

I sat up so I could see his face. “Thank you, daddy.” Then I leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, and he smiled.

“Now, I’m going to shower you, then feed you. And because you’ve been such a good boy, I’m going to give you a little treat.”

A treat?

He smirked at my confusion, then ran his hand up my thigh to my dick. “Daddy wants to taste you,” he murmured. “Do you want daddy to make you come?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes, daddy.”

He brought me in for another kiss, softer and sweeter this time. Then he took me to the shower, and I let him undress me and wash me. He dried me off, wrapping the towel around my waist as if I couldn’t do any of these things by myself.

He pretended to be annoyed. “You’re being spoiled,” he said sternly.

I grinned up at him, batting my eyelids. “You’re the best daddy ever.”

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