Page 87 of Daddy's Muse
The way he said it made my breath hitch. I wanted to believe him, wanted to feel it in my bones.I wanted to feel it deep inside.My hands clutched his shoulders as if I could pull the truth closer. “Then show me. Please, Pappa.”
His fingers stroked along my jaw, making me shiver at the contact, before his lips pressed against mine. The kiss was softat first, but underneath it was a hunger that matched the storm inside me. Each brush of his mouth told me I was his, that he’d never let me go, that I could lean on him without fear of falling.
That he loved me.
Loved me, loved me, loved me, loved me, loved me.
I melted against him, tears still clinging to my lashes like morning dew, letting his heat soak into all the cracked places I didn’t know how to mend on my own. His hands steadied me, held me, reminded me I was wanted, cherished,needed.
Every touch, every kiss, wasn’t just about desire. It was about reassurance. About binding us together in a way words never could—forging an unspoken promise between our bodies.
I ground my ass against his hardening cock, earning a punched-out groan from him.
“Do you need to be fucked, kaninen min? You need your Pappa to fuck you into the mattress until your mind goes blank?”
I whimpered at his dirty talk, my dick throbbing. “Please, Pappa…”
Pappa nipped my ear, his hands sliding down my back to grab my butt. “Can you grab the lube from the drawer?”
I nodded and reached over to his nightstand, grabbing blindly at the contents of the drawer before my hand found a slim bottle. I presented my find to Pappa.
“Strip out of those pajamas, little one,” he commanded, taking the bottle of lube from me and pouring some out on his thick fingers. I rose to my knees and pulled the shirt over my head, watching as my Pappa’s eyes darkened at the sight of my bare skin. Albeit a bit clumsily, I shimmied the bottoms off, blushing as I saw the state of my penis. It was standing at attention, flushed, and wet from my pre-cum.
Pappa’s jaw ticked at my blatant need, growing even harder in his pants. I watched, transfixed, as Pappa slipped his thumbsunder his waistband and tugged down, causing his member to slap up to his abdomen lewdly.
“Come and rut against your Pappa’s cock, Colby,” he purred.
I lowered myself back onto his lap, hissing as our naked dicks rubbed together. Pappa drizzled lube over us, easing the friction. He lightly slapped my hip, urging me forward against him.
“Pappa, oh my god,” I whined.
A startled moan ripped out of me as Pappa pushed a slick finger into my hole, having reached around me without my notice.
“So fucking tight,” he growled, making me shiver. “Is this Pappa’s hole, min prins?”
“Yes, Pappa—yours! All yours,” I panted, my thighs beginning to quiver from the pleasurable frotting.
“Mm, that’s right. Good boy.”
I rocked back on Pappa’s finger. “More. I can take more,” I moaned.
Pappa smirked at me as he added a second finger, his pupils blown out with lust.I did that to him. I turned him on.
“Come on, baby, hump my cock. Get me good and ready for your ass,” Pappa grunted, crooking his fingers to find my special spot.
“Pappa, there,” I cried, almost losing it from the dual sensations of the front and back. He took my mouth in a passionate kiss, swallowing my moans.
I was breathless when he finally pulled back.
“Your hole was made to be fucked,” he said.
“God, Pappa, pl-please! Fuck me! I’m ready. I need it. Fill me, Pappa,” I begged, hovering on the verge of going delirious for his cock.
Pappa slid his fingers out and, without a word, slammed me down onto his length. My eyes rolled back in my skull, vision blurring, as I was suddenly filled to the brim.
My mouth hung open on a silent scream, my insides burning from the stretch. The intensity of it all was infinitely higher than in my fuzzy memories. Pappa gripped my hips tight enough to bruise as he thrusted wildly into me.
“Ah, P-Pappa—oh, oh, yes!”
