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I turned around and he was standing back, looking at me like he wanted to ravage me but was refraining. “What’s wrong?” I asked, giving him my sad puppy eyes. “Don’t you want me, daddy?”

Dominic’s nostrils flared. His chest heaved. “I do. But you need to eat first.”

“I need a lot of things,” I said, snaking my hand down my abs to where my jeans were barely hanging onto my hips. I gave my dick a slow palm. “I’m hungry, daddy,” I said, looking up at him through my lashes. “But not for food. I need you to fill me right up, daddy.”

His restraint was dangling by a thread. I could almost feel him vibrate with need; the distance between us thick with desire. Needing to give him a final push, I popped the button on my jeans and let them fall to the floor.

I wasn’t wearing underwear.

Then I pulled my T-shirt over my head, and while I held his dark gaze, I let it fall to the floor. I licked my lips, wishing to god I had a lollipop, wondering how strong his resolve actually was.

He looked about ready to burst but never moved a muscle.

So I rubbed my tummy, then turning around, I knelt one knee on the bed and rubbed my arse cheek, letting him see I’d lubed myself. “I’m so hungry. Won’t you feed me, daddy? Fill me right up.”

Without a sound, he stepped closer, shoved me onto his bed, and pinned my shoulders to the mattress.

“You’re a naughty boy,” he said, voice so rough it barely sounded like him. I heard the clank of his belt buckle, his zipper loud in the silence.

Fuck yes.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” I breathed, waiting for the impending breach. Anticipation and desperation clawed at my insides. “I don’t want to be naughty.”

Then a drop of liquid ran down my arse crack. Did he use spit?

Oh fuck yes, he did.

Then he pushed into me, hard and deep.

Unforgiving.

I shot up, arms reaching, and cried out but he shoved me down again. “This is what you wanted,” he bit out. “You wanted me to fill you, fuck you.”

The intrusion was intense. He drove every inch of his glorious cock into me, and it was almost too much. But his power over me, his strength, his dominance, was way more powerful.

Intoxicating.

“Yes, daddy,” I cried. “I want it all.”

His fingers bit into my skin, and he shook my hips a little, loosening me up and sending fireworks of sensation through me.

Then he proceeded to fuck me.

He wasn’t gentle, he wasn’t patient.

This was pure need. He drove into me, over and over, all I could do was fist the bedding and hold on.

“Gonna feed your hungry hole, boy,” he said, his cock getting impossibly harder, his thrusts getting faster.

“Yes, please, daddy,” I wailed, crying out with every thrust. “I need it. I need your seed. So good, please, daddy. Please let me have it.”

He slammed into me one last time with a strangled roar, his cock pumping me full of his come.

I could feel the pulse, the power of it.

Wave after wave rocketed through him, his body jerking with moans of sweet pain and intense pleasure.

Emotions I couldn’t begin to fathom washed over me. A deep well of pride that I made him so happy, that I fulfilled his need, and gratitude that he gave me what I craved.

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