Page 31 of Resist Me Not
“Ah!”
It’s a pleased eruption. Surprised but definitely into it.
I never doubted.
“You are perfect,” I tell him and sink my teeth there again.
“E-even my love handles?” he asks with a bit of self-doubt seeping into his chuckle.
“Especially here.” I lightly bite and tongue over the flesh again. “I wouldn’t change an inch of you, Walker… although I am about to give you a few more.”
Walker’s bashful laugh is somehow more perfect than all the rest.
At last, I unwind the tie from his eyes, and because I am a benevolent Daddy, I use it to swipe up the wet spot before I urge him to roll over and help him lie back. He blinks a few times as I come into clearer focus above him after so long in the dark.
“Mygood boy…” I toss the dirtied tie aside before dragging my fingers down his chest and stopping right before the bob of his prick. “Your Daddy is going to fuck you now.”
Walker bites his lip, eyeing me up and down, especially my own attentive prick. I have no fleshier parts. I’m too lean. Too skinny, my mother would say. But to have Walker devour me with his eyes so hungrily, I wouldn’t change a thing about myself either.
He tip his hips back and drops open his legs before I have to ask.
Such a good boy.
I can hardly contain myself enough to roll on the condom. Walker is so wet, I only needed to use his precome to slick my fingers, but I am liberal now with the lube, using more than I need to be certain this next slide in requires no interruption.
I spear Walker slowly, an unhurried but constant progression until I give him the last of me with a firm thrust.
“Ah!” His eyes flutter, and he immediately starts to rock on my cock.
I pin him, impaled within him, so he can barely wriggle.
“T-Tr…” he starts to say my name, I’m sure that’s what he stutters, but when his eyes meet mine, he says, “Daddy.”
I hook my arms under his hips and lift him up the padded headboard.
Walker’s eyes widen. I knew he wouldn’t expect it, my strength, my resolve to fuck him up against a surface instead of down on one. It’s because I want him to know, Ineedhim to know that I can have and hold absolutely all of him.
I pull out slowly and just as deliberately reenter, setting a pace that increases with each thrust by measured increments. Slow. Then a little faster. A little faster. Until Walker releases half-uttered moans on every upward pound and drops his head back against the headboard, surrendering even more as he takes all that I give him.
His instincts are to clutch the padding behind him, but as my pace quickens, swallowed up inside him again and again, he winds his arms around my neck like when we danced. He clings, trying to pull me closer. His cock trapped between us is leaving wet streaks between my pecs as its tip rubs up and down. Up and down. He keeps trying to pull me closer, to make the friction better, even as the effort folds him in half.
“Come for me, Walker,” I say as I fuck him, further folding him too, “my good boy, myperfectboy… so I can taste you before I fill you.”
Walker wails and grips my neck so tightly I can feel his blunt nails leaving half-moon indents in my skin. When a final squeak leaves him, he nearly arches us off the anchor of the headboard. I’m strong, but without it, I could not hold him for long.
He’s coming, first with little spurts, and then, finally, with a higher, arching release that hits my chin. It’s not high enough to swipe with my tongue, so I thrust inside him deep enough to pin him to the wall again. I am right on the brink myself, but I keep Walker there as I hold his gaze.
With one hand, I swipe his come from my chin and suck it off my finger. Then I kiss him, claiming and greedy for more, as I renew my thrusts with mad, desperate fervor.
Walker’s whimpers reach a point of sounding desperate, over-sensitized and needing reprieve—just as I finally finish and lick the sweat from his throat.
He is my good, perfect, marvelous boy, all mine, and I hold him fast like I might never let him leave this position again, pinned with me buried inside him.
Of course, the need in my muscles for my own reprieve is an eventual necessity, and I lower Walker slowly as I pull out and lay him on the bed. He cringes a little when he unfolds and stretches out his legs, but it’s a contented cringe, followed by a smile for the well-earned ache. Gently, I roll him onto his side so I can settle in behind him.
I run my hand down the length of his tattoo, feeling each groove of his spinal column. He melts into the touch like he has never been more satisfied. I should think he hasn’t. Not until me.
“Well done,” I say. “So well done. Every time I think you can’t possibly exceed my expectations, you do.”
