Page 32 of Daddy Down Under

Was he gonna fuck me? Oh Jesus, yes, please. I watched with bated breath as he squirted some on his fingers and brought them to my hole without hesitation. His eyes locked with mine. “You know what to say when I need to stop.”

“Stop?”

“Stop will work, but ‘red’ is even better.”

Red?Red was a safeword. Did I need a safeword? Did I want to need a safeword?

“Stop overthinking,” Ocean said. “Nothing has changed.”

Right. As if I could turn my brain off so easily.

Then Ocean sank two fingers inside me, and it turned out Icouldswitch my brain off. His tongue had softened me enough to make this part a breeze, and even though I hadn’t bottomed for a while, my body happily opened for him. As if it also wanted to please him, and not just my brain.

“So responsive,” Ocean purred. “You’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”

He withdrew his fingers from me, then deftly unbuckled and unzipped, taking himself out. His cock was hard and leaking, and my insides fluttered.

He shoved his pants down to his thighs, not even bothering to take his shirt off. The sight of him, so put together while I was completely exposed, sent a jolt of arousal through me. It was incredibly erotic, though I couldn’t have explained why if my life depended on it. The contrast—his clothed dominance and my naked vulnerability—reinforced the power dynamic between us in a way that made me weak with want.

He settled between my legs, which I readily opened for him, canting my hips like a red carpet to welcome him in. My body thrummed with anticipation, every nerve ending alive and eager for his touch.

The moment he entered me, the world narrowed to a pinpoint. Everything beyond our connection faded—the opulent hotel suite, the bustling city outside, even my racing thoughts. All that existed was Ocean and me, joined in the most intimate way possible.

“Oh god,” I gasped, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. Every nerve ending seemed to fire at once, my senses heightened to an almost unbearable degree. I could hear Ocean’s ragged breathing, feel the slight tremor in his hands as he held me, smell the intoxicating mix of his cologne and our shared arousal.

Ocean’s voice was low and husky when he spoke. “You feel incredible, Cash. So perfect for me.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted to respond, to tell him how amazing he felt too, but I couldn’t form coherent thoughts. Instead, I pushed back against him, silently begging for more.

Understanding my wordless plea, Ocean began to move. He set a slow and deep rhythm, each thrust deliberate and purposeful. It felt like he was claiming me, marking me as his own with every movement, and I let him.

“That’s it,” Ocean encouraged. “Let go, baby.”

And I did. I surrendered completely to the sensations, to Ocean’s lead. My body responded instinctively to his, meeting him thrust for thrust. I felt simultaneously powerful and protected—strong enough to take everything Ocean was giving me, yet safe in the knowledge that he would catch me if I fell.

As we moved together, I marveled at how in sync we were, how perfectly we fit. It was as if we’d been made for each other, two halves of a whole finally united. The realization brought tears to my eyes, overwhelming me with its intensity.

“Ocean,” I choked out, reaching to grasp at him. “Please…”

He entwined his fingers with mine, grounding me. “I’m here, Cash. I’m right here with you.”

The pressure built inside me again, a tidal wave of sensation threatening to overwhelm me. Ocean’s presence was my anchor, his steady rhythm guiding me through the storm of pleasure. He sped up, sinking into me with steady thrusts that set me ablaze. My whole body came alive, awake, aroused, every cell joining in the incredible pleasure that grew and grew and grew.

Ocean held my hips, snapping his own as he drove into me with more force than I thought I would’ve liked, but it felt so goddamn good. Better than anything I’d ever experienced.

He was stretched out on top of me, the buttons of his shirt—my shirt—pressing into my skin, but I didn’t care. Nor did it matter that his pants were rubbing against my legs. Nothing mattered but him inside me, filling me, fucking me.

His mouth found my neck and he sucked hard enough that I moaned. Fuck, that was gonna leave a mark…and I loved it. He did it again, on my right shoulder this time. The suction of his mouth went straight to my cock.

“Can I touch myself?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure why I was asking for permission.

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Get yourself off for me.”

It didn’t take much to bring me to the brink again, though I had no clue how I had recovered that quickly. I hung there, suspended, until I realized I was again waiting for Ocean to allow me to come. It shouldn’t be his decision, yet I couldn’t make myself do it without his approval.

He watched me, studying me as if he knew where my thoughts had gone. Maybe he did. Maybe it all didn’t matter. “Can I come?”

It came out a whisper, but it felt like a shout.

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