Page 51 of Fitch

He did as I told him.

“And out.”

He exhaled, tension leaving his body with his breath.

“Good boy,” I whispered, kissing his ear, his neck. “Such a good boy.”

“Thank you, daddy,” he replied, meek and soft.

He pulled his wrists from my grip, only to push his fingers through mine, interlocking them, holding on tight.

So I held the back of his hands and rocked into him, thrusting in and out nice and slow.

He was so tight, so hot, better than any arse I’d had before. This was more than sex. This was nurturing something else inside me, something I’d denied myself for years.

This felt like home.

Like the neglected part of me had found where it belonged.

“You’re daddy’s little boy,” I crooned in his ear, pleasure building fast.

He nodded. “Yes.”

“You want daddy’s milk?”

He cried, sniffling. “Yes, please, daddy.” He tried to raise his arse to meet the roll of my hips. “All of it, daddy, please.”

My hips bucked at his desperation, his pleading. While I wanted this feeling to never end, to last forever and stay inside him for hours, I was too turned on, too desperate to come.

To give him what he begged me for.

My nipple was still swollen, still tender and tingling, and remembering the way his lips had curled around it, sucking it hard, was all it took. “Take my milk, boy. Drink it all,” I growled.

I gripped his hands tight and drove my hard cock into him one last time.

He cried out again, moaning as I emptied my load inside him.

Ecstasy so sublime barrelled through me, consuming me, and I was grunting and groaning as I chased every synapse of bliss with every pulse.

My body wanted this high forever.

I never wanted to come down.

The gift this boy gave me.

I could have wept with the power of it.

I let go of his hands and slid my arms underneath him, wrapping him up tight. “You’re daddy’s good boy,” I murmured.

He whined out a long moan. “Thank you, daddy.”

My body felt made of lead, my brain was crawling to a stop. I knew I should provide some aftercare but damned if I ever wanted to move. I kissed the side of his head. “Want to stay here all night,” I mumbled.

“Mm, stay inside me,” he whispered, sleepy, eyes closed. “Wanna sleep with your cock in me. With your arms around me.”

Warmth settled in my bones, and I kissed his neck with smiling lips. “Okay.”

“Thank you, daddy,” he whispered. Then he clenched his arse around my sensitive cock. “Daddy’s milk helps me sleep.”

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