Page 75 of Daddy Down Under

He kissed me again, deep and possessive. “I’ve got you, baby boy. Daddy’s going to take such good care of you.”

More lube, this time on his cock. His mouth was on me again as he nudged me to spread my legs wide, and then he buried himself to the hilt with a groan, his thick length stretching me wide. I cried out at the exquisite fullness, my body clenching around him. He stilled, letting me adjust, peppering my face and neck with gentle kisses. I barely felt the burn—proof of how well he’d prepped me—but even if I had, I would’ve welcomed it.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, though I wasn’t even sure what made me so emotional. Maybe it was everything. The perfect way he filled me. The look in his eyes as he watched me. The way our bodies fit together like they were made that way. And most of all, how safe, cherished, and protected I felt in my surrender.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing to feel his skin against mine. Ocean began to move, slow drags of his cock that set my nerve endings alight. He set a steady rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with a smooth roll of his hips.

“Ocean…” I clung to his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. “Feels so good…”

“That’s it, baby boy. You were made for me. Made to take my cock.”

His words sent a fresh surge of desire through me, stoking the fire building in my core. Being with him like this, joined in the most intimate way possible, felt more right than anything ever had. I was exactly where I was meant to be.

Ocean’s thrusts gradually increased in speed and force, his hips snapping against mine as he drove into me again and again. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin against skin, of our harsh breaths and moans of pleasure.

“Ocean, oh god…” I whimpered, my head thrashing against the cushions. I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts, needing more, harder, deeper.

Ocean’s thrusts grew more urgent, more demanding. He gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pounded into me, chasing our mutual pleasure. His cock dragged over my prostate with every thrust, sending lightning bolts of ecstasy zinging up my spine.

Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core, my body drawing taut as a bowstring. I was so close, teetering on the precipice of bliss. I was lost in him, in the slide of his sweat-slicked skin against mine, in the fierce possession of his body taking mine. I never wanted it to end. I wanted to live in this moment forever, suspended on the knife’s edge of bliss.

“That’s it, take it,” Ocean grunted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Take Daddy’s cock like a good boy.”

His filthy praise stoked the inferno raging inside me. My own cock throbbed, untouched, smearing precum on my belly with every snap of Ocean’s hips. I was so close, my release coiled tight at the base of my spine, ready to explode.

Ocean must have sensed it because he wrapped a hand around my aching length, stroking me in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear.

I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter at the base of my spine. Ocean’s hips snapped against mine, driving into me with a force that shook the sofa beneath us. His hand tightened around my cock, pumping me faster.

“Come for me, baby boy,” he demanded, his voice rough and commanding. “Come on Daddy’s cock.”

His words were my undoing. My orgasm slammed into me, my vision whiting out as ecstasy crashed over me. I cried out Ocean’s name as I came, my cock pulsing between our sweat-slicked bodies.

Ocean groaned, his rhythm faltering as my body clenched around him. His hips stuttered once, twice, and then he was coming too, spilling deep inside me with a guttural moan.

I held him close as we rode out the aftershocks together. He collapsed on top of me, his weight a welcome anchor. We stayed like that for long moments, chests heaving, heart rates gradually slowing.

Ocean pressed tender kisses to my face as we came down from our high, his lips brushing my eyelids, my cheeks, my nose. I felt cherished, adored, completely surrounded by his affection. My chest swelled with emotion, a lump forming in my throat. I’d never felt so safe, so cared for, so utterly content with another person.

I was so in love with this man.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

In which ghosts turn out to be real, and my first instinct is to run as far away as possible.

After spendingthree amazing days with Ocean, I was reluctant to return to work, even after sleeping in a bit to recover from the long day of sightseeing. But my accountant had reported the final results of the Krause Group audit, and as expected, no red flags had popped up. That meant it was decision time, so I was on my way to their headquarters to make the official offer to buy them out.

The numbers were all great, but even more, I had a deep sense of doing the right thing with this deal, not something I had often. Or maybe not something I frequently allowed myself to feel or explore. Was that another way in which Ocean had influenced me?

I had changed since meeting him. The difference was undeniable, and even more, I liked who I was with him. If I managed to shove my inner critic down, it was easy to see how much more relaxed I was around him, how much less stressed. I took better care of myself—or rather, he took care of me—ate healthier and took time off.

Work had been the sole focus of my existence ever since Preston had screwed me over, and wasn’t it strangely satisfying that it was his son who’d helped me see there was more to life? No matter what happened between Ocean and me, that was a lesson I would never forget.

Then there was the Daddy thing, of course. In hindsight, it all made sense. He’d stepped into that role from the moment we’d met…and I had let him. Oh, I’d made the perfunctory protests, but we both knew they had been nothing more than that. I loved how he took care of me. I just couldn’t bring myself to fully embrace it. Yet.

“We’re here, Mr. Sullivan,” the driver announced.

“Thank you.”

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