Page 112 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
“God, Cameron, you’re so fucking hot.” Sam’s mouth captured my own, claiming me as his for eternity. He kept up his slow, languid movements, but they weren’t enough to get off. I needed more. More of him.
“Faster, Daddy, please. I need you,” I begged, whimpering as my sensitive dick rubbed against his, sending sparks shooting through me. But instead of speeding up, he stopped completely.
I moaned, sobbing, my eyes squeezing shut. “Daddy, please! I need you inside me. I’m so hard for you.”
“Cameron.”
My eyes shot open at his whispered word, and my gaze found his. The love I saw in them took my breath away.
“Cameron, baby, my sweet boy, let’s do this right.” He pushed to his hands and knees, and I mourned the loss of his warm body on mine.
He lifted to his knees and started unbuttoning his shirt, talking as I got the world’s best strip tease.
“I love you, baby. So much.” His shirt was undone by the time he’d finished speaking, and he pushed it off his shoulders sensually.
I shuddered and took over, pulling my legs out from under him and sliding my pants down the rest of the way, slowly tugging them off each leg in turn. “I love you, too, Daddy, and I will do everything in my power to make your life beautiful. I promise to do my best to speak up, say what I’m thinking and feeling so you won’t be left wondering again.”
Sam reached for the hem of his full-length binder, pulling it up and over his head. “I fell in love with you a long time ago, and I still can’t believe you’re mine. That you’re here with me, right now, that we’re sharing the same air, the same bed, the same life.”
His entire chest was bare to me now. I caught his gaze, communicating without words how much I loved him, how much I wanted him. His eyes filled with tears again as he gazed down at me.
He whispered, “I love that you accept me just as I am.”
“Sam.Daddy.” I pushed up on my elbows to be closer to him. “You’re my everything. I want to build a life with you. I meant it when I said I love you. I meant it even when I didn’t say it, months ago when I knew I’d fallen in love with you. I love you so much, Daddy. You’re so beautiful in every way.” I reached for him, and he collapsed on top of me, holding himself only inches away from my lips. “Please don’t leave, Daddy, and I’ll do my best to give you reasons to stay. I’ll be your boy and love you as best I know how. If you’ll have me.”
Sam’s lips brushed my swollen ones, and we shared the same air as he spoke. “Always.”
Then his mouth captured mine. I felt a lifetime of promises in his kiss, of enduring and trying and believing and staying. Of being us, forever.
As Sam pulled away so we could breathe, I reached for the lube in my bedside drawer. I started to shut it until I felt his presence over me, reaching into the drawer as well. “We’re gonna need more than that.”
His devilish smirk told me I was in for a treat tonight.
He rifled around in the drawer a bit before pulling out a set of nipple clamps attached with a long chain. My nipples hardened at the sight, as if they were begging for the pain. Then he stood and left the room, coming back a few short moments later, his bag in hand. He reached inside, I heard something unzip, and then he pulled out an enormous plug, even larger than the one I thought would never fit inside me all those months ago. Well, after months of Sam fucking me with a variety of dicks in a variety of sizes, I could take that one with ease. It was apparently now time for this monstrosity, wherever it had come from.
The plug was tapered at the tip, but it quickly widened until its thickest part was larger than Daddy’s biggest dick to date. He was going to have to really spend some time getting me prepped if that was going inside my ass tonight.
Sam set the plug beside me on the bed, reaching in his bag for something else. What else would we need? We weren’t really into tying each other up, sensory play, or anything other than the impact play and toys he used to fuck me.
But then he pulled out another plug, this one smaller but similar in shape and design to mine. The reds even matched.
I blinked at it then turned questioning eyes to him. “Where did that come from? How did . . . is that . . . is that going inyourass, Daddy?”
He stared at me for several long seconds, his gaze serious. Then he nodded. “Yes. This seems like the perfect night to try it out, don’t you think?”
My skin heated at the thought. “I’d like that, Daddy.”
“Hm,” he hummed, and I could see his brilliant mind cooking up all sorts of deliciously dirty scenarios for us to try. What was I in store for?
He set his bag on the floor by the bed and sat down next to me. “Okay, so here’s how tonight’s gonna go. We’re gonna open you up and stick that massive plug in your ass. You’re gonna love it, aren’t you, baby? You’re gonna take it for Daddy?”
I moaned. “Fuck yes.”
He kissed me quickly. “God, I love your dirty mouth. It’s so fucking sexy.”
I grinned. “What next, Daddy?”
He pursed his lips, pretending to consider his next words when I knew he already had it all worked out. “I say we recreate our first virtual scene—with some fun twists, of course.”
