Page 79 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
“Yes, Daddy, so good. Amazing, god, yes . . .” I started babbling, but I didn’t care. He was amazing at this, at lighting my body up, and he needed to know that. I couldn’t believe he’d been insecure about this. His skills had skills. Or maybe this was all natural talent. Either way, it felt fucking incredible.
“Cameron, baby, fuck . . .” His thrusts sped up slightly but enough that I knew he was getting close. I was right there with him.
“Yes, Sam, keep going. Shit, baby, I’m gonna come. Fuck! Can I come, Daddy? Please? Can I come for you?”
He growled, and I knew he absolutelylovedthat I’d asked for permission. “Boy, you will not come until I say so.”
Oh, shit. Guess I walked into that one. But I wasn’t complaining, even though his growly command set me on fire, having the opposite effect. I wanted to come so badly, I wasn’t sure how I was going to hold off. The burn in my ass was only intensifying my need to come.
“Please, Daddy, please! I’ll do anything you ask,anything. . . I just need to come.” I started sobbing in my attempt to hold it off, and though I couldn’t stop it, I knew it was serving me well. Because his hips picked up their pace, and I could’ve sworn I felt his dick pulsing, ready to release.
“Come for me now, boy,” he commanded, and instantly, my back arched and my dick jerked, throbbing as my orgasm coursed through me. In the same instant, his fingers wrapped around my hips and dug into my ass cheeks, making another wave hit. Similar to before, my second wave seemed to spur hison, and we got caught in a loop again. God, I wanted to stay like this forever.
Perhaps only from pure exhaustion and literal muscle failure, we eventually slowed our movements until he lay on top of me, our chests heaving in unison. I gazed up into his eyes, tucking away a stray hair that obscured my view.
“Fucking shit, Cameron. That was hot as hell.”
I grinned up at him. “Hell yeah, it was.” I squirmed beneath him, and he grunted when our sensitive dicks slid against each other again. I moaned at the sensation. I hadn’t seen him grab anything, so I assumed the lubricant making our dicks glide easily was from him, since I’d stopped producing a ton of it years ago. I loved knowing part of him was all over me.
He crawled off of me to lay at my side, pulling me close to him. I turned my back to him, letting him spoon me on top of the covers. A guy could get used to this shit.
I hummed my assent when he pulled me even closer, and he chuckled low in my ear. “This feels amazing.”
I grinned though he couldn’t see. “It does. Everything has felt amazing with you, Sam.”
He squeezed me even more tightly. “I feel the same, Cameron. This has been more than I’d hoped for.”
Was he getting choked up? I could’ve sworn I heard his voice break a little on that last sentence. I turned in his arms to find his eyes, ignoring my heated ass. “Really? What were you hoping for?”
He smiled sweetly at me, and I loved the way his eyes crinkled. “Actually, I hadn’t hoped at all. I’m still trying to wrap my brain around how someone like you would want someone like me.”
I turned completely in his arms, our bodies lined up again, skin to skin. “Listen good, Sam. I’m not above taking you over my knee if you need it. I mean, I much prefer it the other way, but if my Daddy needs reminding, I’m game.”
His eyes got wide before he chuckled. “I can’t decide if I’d like that or not.”
I smirked at him. “Something to try in the future, maybe.” Something pinched my ass then—how had his hand moved there without my knowing?—and I yelped. “Hey!”
Sam started laughing. “I like keeping you on your toes.”
I grinned. “I like it, too.” Then I hesitated, wondering if I wanted to say what had just popped into my head.
“What?”
I pursed my lips. “So . . . were you good with everything we did? I mean, I figured you’d be down for the Daddy shit, but what about the humiliation kink and the punishment role play? It can be different in person than online.”
“Oh, you weredefinitelygetting punished—no role play involved.”
I laughed. “Okay. For the record, I’m good with that. But it was all good? It felt right?”
He nodded. “Absolutely. So fucking hot, Cameron, seriously.”
I sighed dramatically, clutching my chest. “Oh, good.”
He started laughing again, pulling me into his chest. I joined him because it felt so damn good to laugh, so damn good to be held by this perfect and beautiful man.
We just laid there as our laughter quieted. An indeterminate amount of time passed, and a blissful silence settled over us, over the room. I basked in every minute of it. I would be happy being held by Sam forever.
I’d almost drifted off when he spoke. “So . . .” he started, and I pulled away, just a little, so I could see his expression.
