Page 84 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
I reached between my legs, grunting as the dildo shifted inside me, to cup his face in my hands and pull him closer. “No, itisyou, Sam. This is you fucking me. Can’t you feel it? This closeness—this is the intimacy that comes with having mind-blowing sex with another human being. The parts you have don’t matter to me. This connection with you is what matters.”
His eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I feel that, Cameron. I feel it with you.”
I nodded, fighting my own tears. “Good.” I dropped my hands then let how much I wanted him blaze in my eyes. “Now, while I love this, I think you’re being left out. I’d love to suck you if you’ll let me.”
He inhaled sharply. I could see fear, longing, desire, and uncertainty flicker through his eyes in an instant, and my heart hurt for him. He deserved to be fucking cherished. “Get up here, Sam. Let me blow you while I get off on your massive cock.”
He shuddered and started moving. But instead of climbing up my chest and feeding me his dick, he flipped around so his head was near my cock and his was in my face.
“Shit, babe, this is . . . this is fucking hot.”
I felt him move, and then the dick inside me pumped in and out once, just a little. I gasped. “You’re right,” Sam said. “This is better.”
I chuckled against his dick, and I felt him shudder. “You have the best ideas, Sam. Now try to hold still. I want to taste you until you come on my tongue. Maybe more than once.” Then I sucked him into my mouth.
He shouted, his body writhing on top of mine until he seemed to regain his wits. The second after that happened, I felt his mouth close over my t-dick, his tongue swirling around it, playing with it, working fucking magic. Then the dildo started moving again.
I saw fucking stars as I moaned around his dick, which caused him to groan around mine, which made him pump faster, harder, which made me see stars. Our endless loop was back again, and I couldn’t help but want to stay like this forever, giving him pleasure, him giving it right back.
My hands moved to open his ass cheeks. It was only fair to return the favor, right? So I licked up his crack until my tongue grazed his hole.
He gasped, pulling off my dick, but I didn’t care. I suspected he’d never had this done to him before, either.
But as I knew he would, once he’d gotten over the shock, he doubled down his efforts on both my dick and my ass, moving faster, more insistently. My index finger and thumb pinched around his dick, stroking it as I ate his ass. Soon, we were both shaking.
He pulled off again. “Cameron! I’m gonna come, baby. Fuck, you’re so good at that.”
I chuckled against his hole, which must’ve worked like a vibrator, because he shuddered.
“Shit!” He screamed as he came, his body jerking on top of me, lost in the throes of ecstasy. His hand never stopped pumping that fat dildo, though, and the scream around my dick sent me soaring. I echoed his shout as I shook and danced beneathhim, my orgasm tearing through me. I came so hard, I might’ve blacked out for a second.
I could tell his orgasm had started abating when his body relaxed, and Sam lifted off of me then, turning to settle between my legs once again. I mourned the feel of his body on mine, but I was glad for the air. Especially when he jumped right back in to sucking my dick and pumping that cock.
“Sam, please!”
I glanced up to see his eyes flicker, and I knew I wasn’t getting out of this one. He wouldn’t stop until I gave him another one at least.
But, oh god, I was so sensitive. “Daddy, please, it hurts. I came so hard for you—I can’t do it again.”
He pulled off, but I didn’t have time to feel the relief, because his fingers closed around me and started stroking. “God, I love when you hurt for me, baby. You’ve got another one in you; I know it.” He picked up the pace, fucking me with the goddamn dildo. Between this and the spanking earlier, sitting was going to be difficult for the next week.
“Sam,” I sobbed, pleading. “I was such a good boy for you, wasn’t I? Why are you punishing me, Daddy?”
“Because I can.”
I whimpered, knowing I was going to give him everything he demanded of me. Even as my dick hardened again and the overstimulation gave way to a painful pleasure that scrambled my brain.
“You want to please me, don’t you?”
I sobbed out, “Yes, Daddy.” Then I gasped, trying to catch my breath. “I want to please you.”
A rough stroke to my dick had every thought flying out of my mind. As he worked that cock in and out of my sensitive hole, his fingers stroking my dick to the same rhythm, I sobbed and pleaded and begged and relished submitting my will to him, towhatever he wanted. Knowing he would take care of me, I gave it all over to him, let him do as he willed, let him coax another orgasm out of me.
And soon, though I wasn’t sure my body could take it, I could feel it building.
“Oh god, Daddy, it’s coming. Can I come, please? Please, Daddy, I need to come so badly for you.” I cried out when he pinched my dick hard. “Sam?”
He resumed stroking, the dick in my ass moving even faster. “You are such a good boy for me. You’ll do anything I say, won’t you? If I want to control your orgasms, you’ll give them all to me, won’t you?”
