Page 35 of First Class Feelings

I keep still as he casually walks around the room. He picks up our clothes and folds them neatly. Then he gets our bags and puts them in our room. I hear him shuffling around in there for a minute, then he’s coming back my way with a familiar shaped bottle in hand.

Oh, thank fuck.

He’s got lube.

“Now, Daddy is going to prep you and then fuck you. You’re going to make all the noise you want because I want to hear how much you enjoy my cock.”

My head bobs so fast I’m surprised I don’t wind up with whiplash. It’s all I can do because my words are stolen from me with his words.

He spends the next few minutes teasing me with his fingers. The buildup is slow as he preps me. I’m not sure if it’s intentional to fill the gap in my refractory time or not, but it seems to work. My cock is hard all over again. It bounces between my legs as I grip the couch tightly, my breaths heavy in the room.

“You’re doing so good, little one. Daddy is proud of you for taking me so well.”

I hear the distinct sound of a condom tearing open a second later. Waiting for him to press inside me feels like torture. I’m so ready to know what it’s like to have him this way. It’s as if we’ve been building up to this since the moment he woke me up on the plane.

There’s more to this than sex though.

So much more.

But right now, I’m so dick drunk I can’t think of that stuff. All I want is Daddy to fill me up.

His crown presses against me as he says, “Relax, little one. I promise it will feel so right.”

As if by magic, my body does what he says. I let go of the panic and excitement to settle into a content state. And with that, he slides deep in one thrust.

I gasp at the sudden fullness. “Daddy!”

“I know, little one. I know.” He grunts before pulling his hips back.

When he pushes forward again, it’s like a lightning bolt to my cock. I fucking ache with the want to touch myself.

And I would if Daddy hadn’t said to hold the couch. I won’t disappoint him our first time.

Focus, Foster.

Focus on how good he feels.

Focus on how perfect it all is.

Focus on how much you love him….

Wait, what?

I freeze at the thought, my body tightening all over.

Daddy groans from behind me, cursing pouring from his lips as he halts his pace. “What’s wrong, little one? Why did you go tense suddenly?”

Shaking my head, I lean forward to bury my face in the back of the couch. There’s no way I can tell him this. No way I can admit I’m so far deep in this already.

It was supposed to be a vacation experience. We still have the rest of the week and here I am about to ruin it with feelings.

Ughhhhhhh.

“Foster,” Daddy says softly. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? We can stop.”

He moves to pull back, and I cry out. “No! Daddy, no!”

With my plea, he stops moving. The room is quiet for a moment, the pause a valley between us now.

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