Page 54 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
He turned me again and kissed me swift and fierce. The move took me by surprise, and I gasped as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. This kiss was deep, wet, possessive. I felt as if Trace had flipped a switch. He was done holding back.
Even though it was just a kiss, having my hands tied behind my back intensified the sensation. I couldn’t reach for him. I couldn’t control the tempo. I could pull away, if I wanted, but that was the last thing on my mind just then. I took what he gave me, and I whimpered when he pulled away, leaving me bereft of that fiery passion.
Before I’d caught my breath, Trace had turned me to face the bed. He pressed his hand to the center of my back, bending me over the mattress. With my wrists tied, my weight rested on my shoulders and upper chest. I turned my head to the side but couldn’t see him. My heart thundered as I tried to anticipate what would come next. I’d tensed up, subconsciously bracing for a smack on my ass, but instead my cheeks were gently parted, followed by a wet lick between them.
I gasped. “Oh, fuck.”
“Mm.” His silky beard tickled my inner thighs as he traced the wet point of his tongue around the rim of my hole. Pleasure flooded me, making me melt into the bed. I rocked my hips a little, desperate for friction on my needy cock.
Smack.
Trace’s hand fell heavy and hard on my right ass cheek.
“Daddy!” I choked out as heat flared through my skin.
He spanked my left side, spreading the fire evenly.
Then he dived back between my cheeks, lavishing my hole with wet licks, confusing my entire system. Pain and pleasure began to overlap, entangling until I was begging for relief. He alternated spanking me with teasing my entrance, transitioning from wet licks to thrusting his tongue inside me, then his fingers, then more spanking, until I felt mindless with need.
“Daddy, please,” I begged. “I need more.”
He spread me wide, and I braced myself for another round of rimming pleasure—or perhaps torture at this point?—when I felt the broad head of his cock press against me. I sobbed with relief. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He held nothing back, thrusting in hard.
It hurt, but the pain was filled with pleasure, and I was more than ready for it. The skin of my ass still burned and throbbed, and as he started a punishing pace, my insides began to match. I was burning up with sensation.
I moaned helplessly as he gripped my wrists, using them for leverage as he thrust into my body. Over and over. Ragged breathing and smacking skin filled the room. He tilted his hips, nailing my prostate, and I yelled hoarsely, any thought to keeping quiet beyond me. We were in a B&B with other guests, but I hoped the thicker walls would muffle me, because I no longer had any control over myself.
“Still good, brat?” Trace asked, clearly wanting to check in.
“So, so good,” I groaned. “Keep going.Please.”
I shoved back, wanting him deeper. The burn of his initial entry had morphed into the most delicious pleasure, and I was greedy for it. “More,” I demanded. “Harder.”
Daddy smacked my ass again, making me cry out. He began alternating his thrusts with smacks to my hot skin, and I felt as if I would fly apart with pleasure. He pushed me into the bed, fucking me hard and fast now. My wrists were pinned between us, straining my arms a little, but all my focus was on my cock being rocked into the mattress below me.
“Please, I need to come,” I mumbled between the moans. “Daddy.”
“Yes, come for me,” he grunted, sounding winded. “Do it now. Wanna feel it while I’m inside…”
I was climaxing before he’d finished his sentence, my ass tightening around him, my cock shooting onto the bed as I cried out hoarsely.
He thrust erratically a couple of more times and groaned his release.
My heart lurched as I suddenly realized that in all the excitement over the tie, I’d never asked about condoms. As he eased out of me and pulled me to my feet, I looked over my shoulder and relaxed as I saw him tug one off. I noticed too the lube on the bedside table. How had he gotten me so out of my mind with need that I didn’t even notice him getting the supplies?
He saw where I was looking. “You can trust me to look out for your best interests,” he said.
I ducked my head, feeling a little embarrassed for doubting him. “I know.”
He placed a finger under my chin, tilting it up to kiss my lips gently. “It’s smart to make sure though. Never risk your health, Cooper. If you’re ever with another man, you need to keep your wits enough to make sure you’re on the same page before you fuck.”
I felt the chastisement heat my cheeks. This man had his tongue in my ass, but apparently his mild disapproval embarrassed me more.
“I won’t be with another man,” I said. “I’m yours now. You said so.”
“I did,” he agreed with a smile. “And you can trust me.”
