Page 15 of Daddy's Perfect Ballerina

She couldn’t be a mother, she said. He couldn’t even ask for a reason farther than that, only thanked her for a gift that he could never repay. He loved Miley after only one look.

If I hadn’t already fallen for him, I would have after hearing his story. Ezra James is a good man. And now, he’smyman.

And today, we’re trying something new. Something new and torturous. Something that’s been killing me for an hour.

CHAPTEREIGHT

Ezra

I’ve been edging my little ballerina boy for an hour, and I’ve got to end it. Though beautiful while begging, I can’t deny him more than I already have. It’s too much.

We’re both entirely naked—in his bed—and it’s time for Daddy to make his good boy explode.

He’s practically shaking as he pleads for relief. The desperation in his voice brings a vicious smirk to my face. I give him one more punishing beat of stillness before crushing my mouth into his. A grateful moan rolls up his throat, quivering as he presses his lips harder against mine.

Leo’s hips lift, his cock seeking touch. I allow him to thrust at me, but ignore his body, focusing on tasting him instead. My tongue dances with his, gliding and twirling deeply, pulling more lovely sounds from him. I’ve given him so much build-up that I need to reward him for, but kissing Leo thoroughly is something I can never skip. If I feel a call to his mouth—and I normally do—I have to answer it.

Even greedy for his kisses, I know I can’t make him wait much longer, Leo needs me. He needs a fast and hard fuck to take away the ache I’ve built up inside of him.

My man needs to come, yes, but he doesn’t need it from a quick jerk or a sloppy blowjob. A proper pounding is in order for this level of need. My cock stretching his hole open wide and hitting him in all the right places is the only thing that will leave him entirely satisfied.

“Turn around,” I command, nipping at his bottom lip. He spins so fast that I haven’t retracted my mouth yet, planting my mouth against the side of his neck. I chuckle, pressing a peck there. “This is going to be fast, okay? You’ve done so well for Daddy—been such a good boy for me. This will be your reward, baby. You want Daddy to show you what you’ve earned?”

“Yes,” he gasps. “I want it, Daddy.”

“Yeah? Are you going to keep being good and take Daddy’s fat cock for him, huh? Gonna squeeze the fuck out of my dick so that I’ll fill you full of cum?”

“Yes, yes, please,” he pleads, pushing his ass back into me. His perfect, firm little ass.

Generously lubricating his hole, I already know it’s ready for me, having fingered and rimmed him ruthlessly earlier.

Glistening cock in hand, I guide the red swollen tip to his asshole, watching as he bears down, silently welcoming me to glide inside. He really is such a good boy.

Unable to waste a moment more, my hips press forward, smacking my pelvis against the plump muscle of his sexy ass. Leo looks over his shoulder at me, eyes heavy with desire as a desperate whimper falls from his pretty pink lips. Just that look drives me wild.

As promised, I take him hard and fast, fucking him like a starving man. Our combined moans fill the room, skin slapping together echoing with the sounds from our mouths.

I have to tell him how fucking perfect he is. Have to toss dirty words at him so he knows how much I fucking adore him.

“Fuuuckkk, that’s it. Take it just like that, Leo,” I groan. “Are you being a good boy for Daddy and fucking your hand? Does it feel good, baby? Getting your perfect ass pounded while you stroke that needy cock, hmm? Tell me.”

Leo cries out. “Yes! It’s so good, holy shit,” he pants, thrusting his ass back to meet my hips. “Ahhh. Daddy,please!So, so good.” My sensitive ballerina boy is shaking through his pleas, getting everything he’s asking for but too wound up and sensitive to fully realize it.

“Such a horny little thing for me, aren’t you?” My fingers dig into the sides of his hips, needing to hold him close. I have to keep him close. I can’t let him go.Shiiiiit. “My perfect ballerina fucking me back just like he knows Daddy wants, yeah?”

We’re hit at the same time, bodies succumbing to the pleasure we’ve built up. My cock throbs, unloading into his tight heat as he moans and jerks a load out onto the bed beneath us. The orgasm is so strong that my legs tingle, and my head goes fuzzy.

Slowly, I offer a few more pumps, loving the overly sensitive feeling for just a moment before pulling out. Leo slumps, letting out a heavy breath as he flips onto his back so as not to lay in his mess.

I pepper kisses all over him, lavishing his neck, chest, and face. “Perfect,” I breathe. “Don’t move, love, I got you.”

“I couldn’t move if I tried,” Leo replies breathlessly, chest rising and falling as he tries to steady his breathing.

“Feeling better, my sweet ballerina?”

“Yeah,” he whispers. “Perfect.”

“That’s good.” I kiss the side of his face softly. “Just lie there, baby, I’ll get you cleaned up so you can sleep. Blissed out in bed is my favorite look on you. All hooded lids and puffy lips, you are.”

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