Page 83 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
His tongue pressed against my hole after a minute, and I did my best to relax, let him in, even though I was seeing stars. Soon, but not soon enough, his tongue breached my hole, and I screamed again. How the hell was this man single? How the hell was he an ass virgin? How the hell had he figured out how to do this?!
“Sam! Holy fucking god, Sam. Where the hell did you learn to do that?”
He pulled off, setting me gently back on the bed before grabbing the bottle of lube and working a single slippery finger inside while he wiped his mouth with his other hand. “I was just doing what I thought would feel good.” I moaned when his finger slid inside, breaching my tight rings of muscle. “Did it feel okay?”
“Okay? Goddammit! I think I saw fucking angels.” I sucked in a breath as his finger sunk in past the knuckle. “You are a miracle, Sam.”
He laughed shyly, which was fucking adorable. I bent in half, leaning up to kiss him. It was awkward as hell, but I managed it.
And as an added bonus, the movement made his finger slide all the way in and nail a magical spot inside me. I called out.
He picked up on it and did it again and again, pumping in and out. “Sam . . .” I groaned, trying to breathe through the pleasurable intrusion. “Shit!”
He chuckled darkly, the laugh I was starting to learn was his sadism coming out. I wasn’t going to complain—though my stomachdiddo a little flip. “I think my boy likes that.”
I nodded, breathing hard. “Yes. Daddy, please.”
He pulled out, grabbed the bottle of lube again, coated his fingers, then was back at my entrance with two fingers. I groaned through the stretch and bore down, and his fingers slid in more easily than I would’ve thought they would.
Sam picked up the pace, and soon I was shaking. Then he added a third finger.
“Dammit!” I yelled, and under normal circumstances, I would’ve worried that my neighbors could hear. This time, though, I didn’t give a shit.
Sam’s three huge fingers—at least they felt that way in my ass—continued working me over until I was a panting, needy mess in my sheets, which were currently bunched up under me, rubbing against my sensitive cheeks, lighting me on fire. Too soon, he pulled out, and I mourned the loss.
“Need. More. Inside. Now.”
He chuckled—again, that sadistic one that said I might be in for a little torture with my orgasm—and picked up the dildo and a condom, tearing the latter off the strip. Quickly rolling thecondom over the head and down the long shaft, he then opened the lube bottle again and coated it well.
Then the head bumped up against my hole.
I bore down, breathing out as I did so I could take it, but Sam didn’t press it further. Instead, he pulled it back.
“Does my boy want my dick inside him?”
“Fuck,” I cursed, realizing Sam was feeding mehisdick now. Andgoddamnwas that hot. “Please, Daddy, please. I need it. I need you so bad.”
“How badly, boy? How badly do you need it?”
I whimpered. “So bad, Daddy. I need to feel you inside me, splitting me open. I need to be fucked, Daddy. I want to take your cock.”
He grunted, and I caught his gaze. His pupils were blown, completely obscuring his irises, and I knew he wanted more than anything to fuck me hard, make me come again with his dick in my ass. And I was going to take it for him so well, be such a good boy that he’d always want me. That he’d never leave.
Sam pressed the tip against my prepped hole again. This time, he whispered, “There you go, boy. Take it. Take my cock. I want to see it split you wide open. Take it all for me, boy. Take every inch.” Then he pushed it inside.
I screamed as I bore down, feeling it pop past my rings of muscle and fill me up. The burn from my hole being stretched and the sheets on my tender ass intensified the sensation as did the way his eyes were glued to my hole, soaking up every detail.
“Shit, Cameron, you are taking me so good. You’re so good for me. Such a good boy.”
Good boy. His words made my whole body relax, and the rest of the dildo sank inside me with ease until I’d taken everything but the last inch or two. I felt so fucking full, and it was glorious.
“It feels so good. I’m so full of you, Daddy. So full. So . . .” I closed my eyes and started crying, the emotion overwhelming me.
He stilled the dick inside me and leaned forward. “Are you okay, baby?”
I blinked my eyes open to find his gaze. “More than okay, Sam. It’s . . . wonderful. I can feel you inside me.”
He smiled, but his eyes were sad. “It’s not really me, but I wish it were.”
