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With Daddy taken care of, it was my turn. I’d long since given up on being self-conscious around him and slipped one of my lube-slicked fingers into my ass, hissing at the pressure. It wouldn’t take me long to prep myself; unlike Colt, I liked the feel of too-little prep. I craved feeling the burn while my body adjusted around his dick. In a way, it made me feel alive.

“Fuck, Dare. One more finger, buddy. Work yourself open for Daddy.” As desire built, a little bit of a Tennessee twang entered his voice. I slipped a second finger in, my lip slipping between my teeth as I fought a moan.

It was a tight fit, but my body adjusted quickly, allowing me to fuck myself with my fingers. My cock was bouncing up and down in front of my body as I rode my fingers. Colt knew better than to touch me. It would be way too much for me to handle, even with the tight leather strap wrapped around me.

My world had narrowed to a place where the only thing I noticed was the feel of my fingers in my ass. I’d gotten so lost in the moment that I missed Colt extricating himself from my legs and moving around to get into a position to fuck me.

“Enough, buddy. I can’t keep watching you prep yourself without being inside you.”

Chapter 4

Colt

December 11th

Derek jumped at the sound of my voice. That was my boy—he got so lost in feelings he often missed things around him. A breathy gasp escaped his lips as I grabbed his hips to move him to his back. He had to remove his fingers from his ass as he turned, and the pouty “But, Daddy” that was pulled from his lips made me smile more.

“I know, buddy, but Daddy’s going to make you feel so good.”

Bright blue eyes blinked up at me. “Promise?”

How that one word could sound so innocent yet so naughty at the same time surprised me. I ran my fingers down his chest, the planes of his taut abs. When we met, he was hard muscles and firm abs; twelve years later, he was softer. His muscles were still there, but they weren’t the same ones that had been gained from countless hours at a gym. They were more natural and a little less pronounced. I found them even sexier.

“Promise,” I assured him as I reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube. Where the pump bottle had gone was a mystery, so I flicked the cap open and made a mental note to order more the next day. Pouring a liberal amount of lube into my hand—just because Derek liked to feel it didn’t mean it had to be painful—and slathering it onto my dick and his hole only took a few seconds, and I was sinking into him.

Derek hissed as my tip breached his entrance, but by the time I was seated inside him, my balls resting against his ass, he was pushing back against me. He’d opened up even easier than normal, and I knew I didn’t need to hold back. The truth was, if I made this anything more than a hard, quick fuck, I’d make him cum, precautions or not. I loved how sensitive his prostate was, but in moments like this I sometimes wished there was a way to make it less so. Even when I caged his cock, he came more often than not when I entered him. Sure, the orgasms were ruined and unsatisfying, but his balls would be empty and he’d be left sleepy, if not a little frustrated.

“Oh, Daddy. Daddy.” He started chanting as I slowly pulled out of him. Derek hooked his arms around his thighs and pulled them back, opening himself up for me to go deeper. Each thrust into Derek, my ass clenched around the plug, sending me closer and closer to the edge. I should have noticed sooner that the plug Derek had worked into me was his normal one, slightly wider and longer than the one I usually used. The extra girth had me feeling fuller than I was used to, and the length had it rubbing against my prostate each thrust in.

There was no way I was going to last long, and knowing my boy, that was exactly what he’d intended.

I dropped down with my hands on either side of his shoulders as I rocked my hips in and out. I no longer needed to worry about nailing his prostate. From that angle I’d only provide a glancing blow with each thrust and it would drive Derek insane.

And drive him insane it did.

Derek was a writhing, moaning mess beneath me, unsure if he should buck up into my stomach or grind down to find a better angle for my cock. His legs were already beginning to shake, but I wasn’t quite ready to be done with him yet.

“You’re being so good.” I knew the praise would push him even closer to the edge.

Derek’s body shook beneath me. “Ungh.” The long sound was followed by choppy words. “Daddy… not… fair!”

Leaning down, I cut his protests off with a kiss that left him moaning into my mouth. Derek dropped his thighs to wrap his arms around my upper back, his fingers digging into the skin—nearly clawing at me—at the same time his legs wrapped around my hips and pulled me closer. There were times I forgot my husband was a singer, though I was reminded quickly when we got to kissing and I worried I’d pass out before he’d need to come up for air.

I finally needed to pull back, still rocking in and out of him, but at some point the pace had picked up. “I’m close.”

Derek collapsed backward. “Thank fuck! Fill me, Daddy. I need it. Please.”

There was part of me that wished I could hold back, knowing that every second I was inside Derek, I was pushing him closer to the point that no amount of restraint would keep his orgasm at bay. The large plug in my ass was telling me that even after I came, I wasn’t going to be satisfied. I needed Derek to be hard and needy, and as such, I needed to move this along.

My arms were getting tired, but I pushed up, delivering a series of sharp thrusts into Derek’s ass as my orgasm built. The familiar tingle at the base of my spine and the tightening of my balls told me my orgasm was imminent; the burning in my muscles told me it better be sooner than later. Just as I thought my muscles would give out before I came, my dick twitched hard inside Derek’s body and the first wave of my orgasm crashed over me with startling force.

Derek’s head rolled back, exposing the long line of his neck. “Daddy,” he said between spasms of my cock. “I feel you.” He clenched his ass, pulling another spurt of cum from my dick and causing me to shudder at the over-sensitized feeling. Caught in a blissed-out state somewhere between exhilaration and utter exhaustion, I wasn’t quite sure where to move. My dick finally stopped pulsating, but I couldn’t seem to muster the energy to go anywhere.

Thankfully, Derek didn’t seem to have the same problem. As soon as my dick softened enough that it slid out of his ass, he was ready to go. He was out of breath and sweating as much as I was but still had energy to spare.

“My turn!” His voice was nearly gleeful as he wiggled out from under me. With him no longer beneath me, I collapsed onto the bed, my ass raised slightly so the plug didn’t nail my prostate.

I hadn’t meant to moan when I heard the snick of the lube bottle, but that was exactly what came out of my mouth. Derek would be filling me and I couldn’t think of a better way to end the evening. I hoped I’d get a second wind at some point, but for the time being, all I had to do was let Derek take care of me.

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