Page 98 of Myths and Shifts

“That’s right. I’m right here and I’m going to make you feel so good.” So to keep that promise, I took things to the next level and made sure to stroke firmly over his prostate with every thrust.

It had him clenching around me and whining as he dug his fingers into the bedding. “It’s…it’s not enough, Daddy…but it’s…it’s too much.”

We both knew that wasn’t true, but I made a soft tsking sound as I tucked my pinkie next to my other fingers as I eased them almost all the way out. “Yes…Daddy’s going to give you even more so it will finally be enough.”

I wasn’t going to do anything drastic like fist him, but as I slowly eased back inside him, I added my pinkie. We both knew it was only as big as Cookie Monster, and maybe not even that, but it was enough to push him right to the edge.

He was moaning and whining, trying to clench around me as he did his best to work his hips back and forth. He’d lost most of his control, though, and he was just jerking and shaking as I slowly fucked him. “Such a good boy. So sexy.”

My needy boy lasted a few more shallow fucks, but once I made sure to include his prostate in the fun, I knew he was ready. “I can’t wait to see my whole fist sliding into you one day, baby. You’re going to look so good stretched around me.”

All it took was one clear image of how fucking sexy that would be and he exploded. He cried out as his body shook, and every time I eased back into him, he made another beautiful sound for me. Once I’d stretched his orgasm out as long as I could, he went boneless over me and I slowly eased my fingers out.

Fuzzy happiness was coming through the bond and I could feel how utterly content he was. It felt like it’d soaked through every cell in his body and he was just floating in the last of the pleasure flowing through him.

We stayed like that so long I thought he’d fall asleep at any second, but eventually there was a little spark of something like desire flickering through the bond. I’d honestly felt similar emotions when he wanted dessert or attention, so I wasn’t sure what to expect as he lifted his head and turned his still fuzzy-brained expression in my direction. “Daddy.”

It wasn’t as much information as he thought it was, but as he rolled over and wiggled out of the briefs and cotton sleep pants he’d put on after his shower, I got the picture. “Come get cuddles, baby.”

When he was free of his pants, he straddled my lap and wiggled closer, snuggling his face against my neck. “Daddy.”

The way he sighed out the word said he was wonderfully content, but it came with kisses as he nuzzled my neck. I wasn’t sure where we were going from here, but I ran my hands down his back and over his tender cheeks, kissing the side of his head that I could reach. “That’s right. I’m right here.”

That got me a happy sigh and more tender desire coming through the bond, but his body was too worn out to respond like his brain seemed to want. It stayed so relaxed even his cock was still soft, but he didn’t seem to realize that as he moved against me. “Daddy.”

Again, he still didn’t seem to realize one word was not enough information to get me to do anything but cuddle him.

“Show me, baby.” Sending him a mental picture of how I saw us at that moment, I waited to see if he was processing enough to understand what I needed from him. I figured it was about a fifty-fifty chance of him just saying Daddy again, but after a long few moments, he sighed.

It seemed like a step in the right direction even if he thought I was stupid.

So I waited.

And waited.

And finally got a picture.

Oh.

“I need you, Daddy.” When a full sentence came with the image of my cock filling his sexy ass, I knew he was completely aware of what he wanted. “You…I need you still.”

Filling my mind with tender emotions and an aching need to be filled again, he made his desire clear. “Alright, baby.”

Nothing in what I’d felt from him said he was more than just wonderfully achy, so I kissed him again and wiggled my hand between us. I wasn’t sure how much coordination he had, so I wrapped my arm around his torso and lifted him up enough to free my dick.

He let out a soft chuckle and moved just enough to position his ass over my erection. “Daddy…”

We were back to quiet single-word statements, but he made a pleased sound as I slowly eased him down over me. “Is that what you wanted, baby?”

I was confident in the answer, but I was relieved when I got a happy sigh and his contentment was flowing through the bond again. “Yes, that’s good sharing, baby.”

It was fucking incredible too, but I wanted to focus on praising his ability to communicate first. “Such a good boy for Daddy.”

When I was completely seated in him, he shivered and wrapped himself around me again, tucking his face against my neck. “Daddy.”

Still not enough words, but it was accompanied by a gentle rocking motion and he clenched his ass around me. My moan got more wonderful emotions coming through the bond and I could feel the flare of desire flickering brighter, but his body was too worn out to do more than clench and cuddle.

So I rocked us back and forth, almost like we were in a rocking chair, and let the way he pulsed around me pull me closer to the edge. “My good boy. Loving on his Daddy.”

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