Page 48 of Saving Little Clark

"Daddy, please," he whined, voice strained with need. "I'm ready. I need you inside me."

"Shh, I've got you," I soothed, placing a tender kiss behind his ear. I withdrew my fingers and quickly slicked up my throbbing dick, lining it up and then slowly pushing in.

We moaned in unison as I sank deep into his welcoming hole, warm and tight. We fit together like two puzzle pieces. I stilled for a moment, savoring the exquisite sensation, the intimacy of being so deep inside him.

"I love you," I breathed against his skin. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Daddy," Clark choked out. "Now fuck me, please."

I began to roll my hips in a deep, steady rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out before gliding back in to the hilt. I angled my thrusts to brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside him, making him gasp and tremble. His hand scrabbled backwards to grip my ass, silently urging me on.

I settled into an unhurried pace, determined to draw out our lovemaking, to pour every ounce of my love anddevotion into worshipping Clark's body. I rained kisses across his shoulders, ran reverent hands along his sides, stomach and chest.

As much as I wanted to make it last, the delicious drag and clench of his hole around my cock, the intoxicating sights and sounds of his pleasure, soon had me building towards my peak. I reached around to wrap my fingers around his twitching cock, stroking it in time with my thrusts.

"Ah, Daddy!" Clark bucked and thrashed beneath me. "So close. I'm gonna..."

"That's it, baby, let go," I coaxed. "Cum for me."

A few more firm strokes sent him careening over the edge with a hoarse shout of my name. His hole clamped down around my cock like a vice as he shook apart in my arms, dragging me down with him. I muffled my cry against his shoulder as ecstasy overtook me, his hole milking my pulsating dick for every last drop. We rode out the waves of our shared climax.

Finally spent, I collapsed on top of him, both of us gasping for air. I just held him close as the intense sensations slowly ebbed.

With a soft groan, I carefully pulled my shriveling cock out of him. I pressed my lips to his chest. Rolling to the side, I immediately gathered him back into my arms. He came willingly, tucking his face into my neck with a contented sigh.

For a long moment we just laid there silently, basking in the afterglow, trading soft caresses and even softer kisses. No words were needed, our touches communicating all the love and satisfaction thrumming between us.

Chapter 20: Clark

At the office, I constantly found myself drawn to Brody's private workspace like a moth to a flame. Every spare moment, every flimsy excuse, I used to sneak away and steal a few precious minutes in his arms.

At first, Alex was scandalized by my brazen behavior. He'd cornered me by the water cooler, eyes comically wide as he hissed, "Clark! This is a place of business, not some seedy back alley. Keep it in your pants, for the love of HR."

I just grinned unrepentantly. "Like you've never made out with Will in the supply closet."

"That's neither here nor there," he sniffed primly. "Do as I say, not as I do, young man."

But his scolding lost its sting entirely the day I caught him slinking out of Will's office, hair mussed and tie askew. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed and eyebrow cocked in silent judgment.

"Well, well, well," I drawled. "Look who's doing the walk of shame now."

Alex froze, guilt flashing across his face before he quickly schooled his features into a mask of innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said loftily. "I was just discussing some very important business matters with Daddy."

"Uh huh. Business matters. Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

He glared, lips pursed in a valiant attempt to look stern. But the effect was ruined by the telltale hickey peeking out from beneath his collar.

"Oh, hush, you," he grumbled, swatting at me halfheartedly. "Like you're one to talk, Mr. Hanky-Panky-in-the-Break-Room."

I gasped, pressing a hand to my chest. "I'll have you know Daddy and I keep our hanky-panky strictly confined to his office, thank you very much."

He snorted, shaking his head. "You're both menaces," he declared. "Horny, insatiable menaces.”

As the days passed, Alex's good-natured ribbing tapered off, replaced by a knowing smirk whenever he caught me sneaking off to Daddy's office. It was a silent acknowledgment. My friend, giving me his wholehearted approval to pursue my newfound happiness.

But despite the thrill of stolen kisses and secret smiles, I couldn't help but crave more. More time, more intimacy, more of everything Daddy made me feel. And then, on an otherwise unremarkable Tuesday afternoon, tucked away in the privacy of Daddy's office, he gave me exactly that.

"Move in with me, baby bug," he breathed against my lips, arms banded tight around my waist.

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