Page 34 of First Class Feelings

He chuckles softly, his teeth nibbling at my ear. “I can’t do that, little one. Daddy doesn’t want you to come too soon. I need to be inside you for that.”

I shake my head quickly. “No… please, Daddy. You get me too. Come and then more.”

My words are a mess. I know I’m not making sense, but it’s not like I can try to straighten the thoughts out. I’m feeling too eager.

Daddy stills my movement, and I cry out. He shushes me quickly. His voice is hard when he asks, “You’re telling me you want to come now and then I’ll still have you? Is that what my dirty boy wants?”

I nod.

“You want to come in your pants, or should I strip you down?”

I shake my head. Then I nod. Then shake it again.

“NOW DADDY! PLEASE!”

Hopefully he knows what I’m asking for. I’m not even sure I know.

He doesn’t leave me wondering long. His fingers dig into my sides. Not enough to hurt. Just firmly enough to keep me steady.

Unlike last time he pressed me forward, his body molds against mine this go-around. He drives us both forward, making my cock rub against the firm side of the couch.

I moan as pleasure sweeps through me. It’s a wave of need so strong I feel my body shake with the desperate want to come.

“You want to come for Daddy, don’t you?” he asks when my trembling intensifies.

“Daddddyyyy.”

My whine only makes him laugh. It’s a dark sound, full of desire and promise. I drop my head back onto his shoulder as I close my eyes tight.

I can’t take this.

I won’t last much longer.

It’s all far too good.

The pressure. His thrusts. The feeling of his body pressing into mine.

His tongue runs up the column of my throat before he nips at my jaw. “Come for Daddy, little one. Show me how dirty you can be.”

As if he’s flipping a switch, my body detonates. I come so hard I convulse with the power of the orgasm crashing through me.

I wail as the release coats my boxers and a wet stain appears on the front of my pants. The mess spreads wider as I come and come and come. It’s like there’s no end to it.

Daddy climbs from behind me and drops down to kneel. His face is in line with the stain. As much as I want to hide from him, I don’t.

His hand reaches up, tracing over the spot as he gives me a big smile.

“Such a dirty boy for me. I love it,” he praises.

I close my eyes. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Before he can move, I reach for the button of my pants. He sits back on his heels, watching me as I strip out of the messy garments. Only when I’m fully nude does he rise back to his feet.

“New position,” he tells me.

This time, I’m guided to the back of the couch, where he places my hands on the edge. At my questioning gaze, he instructs me to keep my hands in place.

Why is that so hot?

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