Page 61 of Hug Bug

Bryce applies more pressure to my hole with his cock head. "Tell me if I hurt you. Tell me red light if you want me to stop."

"Never." I could die from the way he cares about me. Respects me. Cherishes and adores my consent.

Not many men are this passionate about consent, I’m aware. Most would take what they want without asking, ripping away that which is most precious.

Not Bryce. He’s like Waxley and Calloway’s Daddies—he cares. Cares so much.

Bryce smears something on my hole. My teeth clamp together, and I hiss out a breath as I quiver. His firm fingers glide over my berry, stroking it, feeling it.

"W-What’s that, Daddy?"

"Lube, boy. I can’t fit my cock in your tight berry without a generous helping. It feels funny right now, but it’ll feel good soon."

Bryce pushes his crown into my hole. I scream, my back arching, my lips kissing his passionately. My skin bursts into flames, and my nipples burn, as if they’re about to spit out fire.

Bryce cups the back of my head in his huge palm, and all of a sudden, I feel as if I’m Jack and the giant at the top of the beanstalk decided he wanted to claim me instead of merely take my magic beans.

"Oh, Bryce! It’s so big—I can feel it! It’s inside of me, oh my gods!"

Bryce thrusts slowly and steadily. "Good boy. Take Daddy’s cock."

I beat my dick hard as I grind on his shaft. "It hurts so much! It’s huge, Daddy! So much bigger than in my fantasies!"

Bryce picks up the pace. "Take my cock. All of it. You said you wanted to do this—follow through, boy. Unless you want a spanking."

"Green light still?" Bryce whispers in my ears to triple check.

I grin as I nod. "Yes, green light."

"Ah, Daddy! Ouch!" I holler, trying not to giggle.

Bryce ruts me harder. "That’s it. You need a spanking."

Bryce lifts his right hand and smacks my ass.

Swat.

Tingles erupt on my skin, flitting across my body. My tummy clenches, and a desperate moan tumbles out of me.

Bryce kisses me. "I love you, baby boy. You’re doing such a good job swallowing such a thick cock in your asshole. You have such a perfect pink berry, one that I’ll never stop dreaming about. Spread those legs for me. This is so much more than sex—feel this in the air? Something is changing between us. We’re creating something. Something powerful. More powerful than ever before."

I drag my fingertips through the air, and I really think I feel it. Oh, I do. Electricity supercharges the air, magic sparks swirling around us.

"I love you, Daddy. You’ve changed my life in so many ways, and I adore being your boy. Not a day passes where I’m not grateful for you. You’ve taught me about finance, wooed my parents, and even included me in changing a family’s life. You’re smart, strong, and you’re the perfect man I want to take my virginity."

Bryce tenderly thrusts my chin up with his thumb. "I could crush you right now. Are you sure you still want me to keep going?"

"Yes."

One word.

That’s all I need to say.

I give myself to Bryce freely, surrendering to his thrust. My asshole spreads, spreads, growing to accept all ten inches of his shaft. I moan on my pillow, holding Bob tight as Bryce makes love to me, filling me with that special energy only a Daddy can give to his boy.

This is the best kind of love. A love so pure and true, not even that which the gods have in the sky above can compare. I’d love to see Zeus experience this kind of spiritual revelation in the arms of his many wives. Ha. I doubt it. Even Aphrodite herself can’t bring this about.

Bryce grinds into me, rutting and bucking, filling me. He kisses me the entire time, so tenderly I think he’s kissing a pillow.

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