Page 56 of Step Daddy

His Daddy drew away, trailing more kisses along the side of his neck, over the spot where Ted had dug his thumbs into Kit’s skin, as if Gareth’s love could erase the unwelcome marks. He continued down Kit’s shoulders then along his back. The teasing nibbles turned to small nips then bites with a sting. God, how Kit ached for additional marks on his skin from Daddy. He wanted to see them everywhere. Not only the red love marks, but harsher ones, bruises on his shoulders, his ass—even his thighs.

Kit writhed on the bed, his cockhead sliding on the sheet and bumping against the pillow. He’d ever last and he wanted Daddy inside him when he came.

“Please… I can’t wait anymore, Daddy.”

“Open your legs, baby boy.”

He did as he was told, Gareth’s gravel-filled voice only serving to jack up his arousal another notch. The next sensation was cool liquid being spilled in his crease, then his Daddy’s fingers as they spread the lube over his hole. Gareth pressed a finger inside him, then added another, the internal caress amazing, yet not enough.

When Gareth inserted a third finger, Kit instinctively fought the intrusion. This was more than he’d had before, yet he knew his Daddy only wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt.

“Breathe through it, sweetheart. Let it happen.”

Kit nodded against the pillow, knowing Daddy wasn’t really expecting a response. He gasped, Gareth hitting his gland just right. After the first time Daddy penetrated him, he no longer wondered what ass play was or why anyone would be interested. Kit had discovered he was very interested.

Gareth spread his fingers apart a few times, then withdrew them. The sound of the condom wrapper tearing met his ears and he concentrated on not clenching up all over again. Gareth moved between Kit’s thighs and almost immediately, the feel of his Daddy’s cockhead nudging his opening made him tense.

Gareth caressed Kit’s back with his free hand. “I’m doing this position for your first time because it’s easier to peg you. I think it’ll help.”

Kit couldn’t argue with that.

Gareth pressed harder against his rim, gently rocking his hips until his dick punched into Kit’s ass. The sensation was huge. He wasn’t sure exactly how much of Daddy’s cock was inside him, but he didn’t think it was much.

How the hell could he take the whole thing?

Daddy wrapped his hand around Kit’s nape. “Push out a bit, it’ll help.”

Kit screwed his eyes shut but followed Daddy’s command. Being a virgin was so annoying.

To his surprise, Daddy slid in easier this time, but he kept his movements slow. Kit wrapped his arms around another pillow, hiding his face so his rapid breathing wouldn’t make Daddy think he couldn’t handle what they were doing and stop. The stretch and burn were at the edge of being too much for him to take, but he was determined to finally be with Daddy the way he’d been dreaming of.

Gareth leaned over Kit’s back and Kit let out a shocked cry as Daddy’s cock became fully seated in his ass. The nibbles and kisses along his shoulders returned, but Daddy remained still.

After several minutes of Daddy’s bites getting increasingly stronger, he started to move. The thrusts began slowly, remained shallow. Kit detected Daddy’s breathing accelerating and knew he was getting the pleasure from Kit he deserved, the pleasure Kit wanted to give the man who was everything to him.

As Kit adjusted to his Daddy’s girth inside his body, he started firming up again. Daddy pushed deeper inside him, skating across his gland every few strokes. Kit curled his fingers into the pillow. The need in him built, Daddy fucking him so good, so hard.

Their bodies moved in tandem, their cries and moans filling the room. Gareth cocooned Kit as he adjusted his body to slam deeper into his ass, encircling his throat with one arm and clasping Kit’s hip with his free hand.

Daddy’s thrusts became erratic, his grunts guttural. He shoved his hand beneath Kit’s body and grasped his cock. Daddy stroked his dick with harsh tugs, growling next to Kit’s ear as he seemed to lose control of his hips.

A slight pulsing in Kit’s passage was all the warning he had before Daddy froze and yelled out his release.

“Jesus…” Gareth couldn’t seem to catch his breath but kept jacking Kit off while biting his shoulders. “Come on, baby. Give Daddy your cum. I want it all, want to taste you, smell you.”

“Oh, fuck!” Kit’s orgasm crashed into him, his strangled cries muffled as he buried his face in the pillow.

He went limp against the mattress, barely aware that Daddy was nuzzling his neck, seeking out his lips for a kiss. Kit’s eyes fluttered and he angled his head so their mouths could meet. The kiss was languid and sweet, the love Gareth had expressed to Kit clear in the exchange.

After a few minutes, the sensation of Gareth sliding from Kit’s ass interrupted the moment. With a regretful sigh, Gareth reached between them then moved off Kit’s body. The feeling of being empty was staggering—he’d had no idea.

When Gareth returned to the bed, he held a small towel, and with a sleepy smile, he gently cleaned Kit off. After he finished, he regarded Kit with such affection, Kit fought back tears.

“God.” He shook his head as if in wonder. “How I love you, my sweet baby boy.”

Kit swallowed hard. He’d found his place in the world, had found his home.

“I love you too, Daddy. With all my heart.”

Gareth’s smile grew larger. “How about we stay in bed all day? We can watch movies, fool around, nap… It’ll be all about us.”

“And you’ll feed me, too?” Kit finally thought he understood his Daddy’s needs as well as his own.

“With pleasure, baby boy. With pleasure.”

Kit grinned. “Then yes. Let’s make the day all about us.”

And every day from now on.

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