Page 43 of Fitch

I could feel the swell of his cock, the pulse and spurt of his come as he filled me with his seed.

It was more than a reward.

It was validation. It was perfection.

It was what I craved and needed. A balm to my aching soul.

Dom’s whole body heaved with aftershocks, his tremors rippling through me in the very best of ways. He was panting, groaning, his head hanging low as he caught his breath.

I put my hand to his cheek, and when he looked up, I slipped the lollipop back in my mouth with a smile. He groaned and it made me laugh. Then his smile became a chuckle.

“You knew what you were doing,” he said, voice warm. “You seduced me.”

I laughed at that and it made him twitch. He grimaced as he pulled out of me, his heavy cock slipping free. I felt empty, even though he’d left his seed in me.

I wanted him in me all the time. I pouted at him. “Aww, daddy. Can I have some more later?” I asked. “Please?”

He growled at me, though his smirk won out in the end. He tucked himself away, pulled my legs down, and fixed my jeans back up.

“Are you a greedy boy?”

I nodded and played with the lollipop some more. “I am. I want it all the time. These last few days were the worst. I wanted you so bad.”

He was sitting on the edge of the sofa, still between my legs. He gave me a sad smile. “I wanted you too,” he said quietly. “It’s been a helluva week. I ordered takeout because I thought we could talk, but god, the moment I saw you...” He inhaled deeply, studying my face. “You were exactly what I needed tonight.”

I sat up then, seeing just how tired he looked, and put my hand to his cheek. “Oh, daddy,” I whispered. “Let me take care of you.”

His eyes met mine, uncertain. “But that’s not?—”

“It’s exactly what a boy should do,” I said. “Look after his daddy. You’re going to need your strength and stamina in the next twelve hours, so let me help you.”

His eyes met mine, a soft smile tugging at his lips, and he nodded.

So I undid his shirt, carefully popping every button and letting my fingers trail over his exposed chest, tangling in his chest hair.

I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, kissing the skin there too. “Let’s get you into the shower,” I murmured. I wanted to wash away his stress and scrub this bad week away.

I helped him to his feet and led him up to his bathroom, and I took complete care of him.

I undressed him, and he let me.

I washed him, running my soapy hands over every inch of him, going to my knees before him, washing his feet, his legs, his gorgeous cock, his heavenly body, his hair.

I adored every inch of him, lavishing him with the attention he needed, and the soft glances, the light touches were my rewards.

Then I dried him off. “Let’s get you into some comfy lounge clothes,” I said.

He nodded and, wrapping a towel around my waist, I led him to his wardrobe. He pulled on some soft sweatpants and a tee shirt that I just knew was expensive by how soft and luxurious it was.

“I bought something for you,” he said, almost sheepishly.

He’d bought something for me?

I stared at him. “You did? What is it?”

He smiled nervously. “I ordered it online when you agreed to meet me once a week. I figured if you were staying here one night a week, it made sense for you to have some personal effects.”

He took a black basket from a shelf in his wardrobe and handed it to me.

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