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Namely our hard, aching dicks.
Reaching down, I stroke myself slowly as I take in his quivering body. It takes me a second to realize he’s waiting for more instruction. He’s waiting for his Daddy to lead him.
“Good boy,” I praise. “Now get on the bed. Lay on your back and spread those legs for me.”
He rushes to do as I said. I watch with a smile, unable to hide how his actions please me.
Once he’s in position, I grab the lube and climb on the bed. I take in his pale skin. I note the red patches—his blush—spreading the more I watch.
“I need to get you ready, cookie. Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh-kay,” he pants, his voice drawing the word out longer than necessary.
Flicking open the lube, I spread some on my fingers, then use even more to coat his hole. The dark pink ring blinks at me, almost as if winking at me.
I’m coming for you.
The next several minutes become a blur of us molding together. My fingers work him open as I rain praise over him. He squirms. I chase. He whimpers. I groan.
It’s a sort of erotic balance that plays before me. I know I’ll replay every second in my head until the end of time. This moment is too precious to forget.
And there’s no stopping us once we get going. By the time I’m lining my cock up to slip inside him, we’re both sweating, desperate, and on edge. I already know we won’t last long. The buildup has been too much. The edging too great.
“Daddy,” he wails as I notch inside him, our bodies aligning as if we were destined to be here. As if we were always going to find one another.
“I know, baby. I’m there too. It’s okay… It’s okay to come.”
He shakes his head with fervor. “No, please. Not yet. I don’t want to stop yet.”
Pausing my movement, I look down at him. He’s so beautiful I almost forget what I was going to say. It’s like he steals all my control, all my normal function, with his beauty.
“You don’t want me to stop even when you come?”
“W-would you keep going, Daddy? I’m too close, but I want to feel you. I want to feel full for as long as possible.”
Grunting, I focus back on doing as he asked. By the time I’m all the way inside him, he’s come across his stomach with a broken cry. I fight to hold my own orgasm back. If my boy wants more, then it’s my honor to give it to him.
With every thrust, every minute of using his body for my own pleasure, my heart cracks open more. I’m enamored. Taken in such a way that doesn’t even fucking make sense.
But there’s no seeing reason.
I can’t deny everything between us is perfect. It’s too good to not believe someone, somewhere destined this.
My orgasm crashes through me without warning. I’d been too lost in my head with visions of a future with Jared to realize it was close.
“Fuuuuucckkkk.”
“Mmmmmm,” he hums beneath me, his smile soft as his eyes remain closed. If it wasn’t for his noises, I’d think he fell asleep.
Dropping down closer to him, I take his mouth in a kiss. It’s slow, yet no less deep than the others I’ve given him tonight.
“How are you feeling?”
At my question, his eyes open. His smile is blinding as he whispers, “Perfect.”
Chapter Nine
Jared
