But his words had rendered me speechless. He was really fucking with my head, with talk like that. I wasn’t necessarily a small guy at a little under six feet tall, but I was slender and toned. Compared to Nate, though, I was like a little bird. He was broad and had to be close to six and a half feet.
His words made me feel small, though, but not in a bad way. Rather, in a way that made me feel protected and cared for, which was crazy.
A shudder wracked my body as he slid his cock along my crease. It was the first feel I got of it and he washuge. I let out a groan as I began to rock my hips. There was nothing more that I needed than for him to tear me apart with his monster cock.
As he guided it to my hole, Nate made soothing noises and rubbed his other hand over my hip in long, firm strokes that helped to calm the nerves that began to creep up as the head of his dick breached the first ring of muscles.
“Breathe,” he reminded me and I let out a deep gasping breath. I bore down, trying to help ease him in and let out a gasp. He was so fucking big and for a moment, I wondered if he would truly tear me apart.
After a minute or so of him slowly rocking his hips and moving deeper inch by agonizing inch, I couldn’t take itanymore and rocked back, slamming him down the rest of the way. I let out a strangled scream but rocked my hips to work myself through the burn.
Nate grabbed my hips in a bruising grip.
“What was that?” His harsh words were bit out, strangled and worried. The frown that creased his forehead when I glanced back made my stomach sink with regret. The last thing I wanted was for him to be upset with me.
“You’re going to fucking hurt yourself. You’re not the one in charge here, little bird.” He slapped my ass, hard. Twice.
I let out a whimper as I tried to still my hips against the sting. The last thing I wanted was for Nate to be mad at me, especially over something so stupid.
He pulled back a little and slapped my ass again, making us both let out a groan.
“Who’s in charge?”
I let out a whimper, but I couldn’t find my voice. His palm snaked up my body and wrapped around my throat, pulling me up so I was flush against his chest.
“I didn’t hear you, little bird.” His breath against my ear and the way his hips were grinding against my ass had me melting against him. There was no way he could have expected an actual answer.
Nate snapped his hips, lodging his cock deep in my ass, and kept himself there, planting himself deep inside me. I cried out against the sharp sting of his teeth clamping down on my ear.
“I can’t hear you, sweet boy,” he whispered. “The correct answer is that Daddy’s in charge, little one.”
My breath caught in my throat and I would have fallen flat on my face if his hand weren’t still on my throat and I hadn’t reached out to grab ahold of his arms after that declaration that made my brain blue screen.
Nate grabbed my fists and eased me back down onto the mattress, pinning my hands above my head, and set apunishing pace as he pounded into me over and over. My fists twisted in the sheets, needing to hold on to something as he plundered away at my hole, making me cry out with each stroke.
But he refused to hit my prostate. He was making me pay for my impatience and it made me want to weep. I was so hard and I couldn’t find any relief for my aching cock as he held me in place, leaving me unable to fall and grind against the bed.
“Please, please let me come.” I was a begging mess, willing to sell my soul for release.
He didn’t say anything and I thought he was going to continue to ignore my pleas. But then the angle changed, just ever so slightly, and he was pegging my prostate over and over.
“Fuck! Oh, oh, fuuuuck, yes.” Tears streamed down my face as frustration and relief intermingled. “Please, oh God, Nate, please.”
Nate leaned over me, bracing his arms on either side of me, and swiped his tongue over my neck. One of his arms snaked around my neck and he pulled us up so we were both kneeling.
“Beg again for me, little bird.”
My head lolled back against his shoulder as my body had gone boneless. “Please. Fuck, Nate?—”
“No.”
I went rigid and blinked, trying to figure out what it was he wanted. He wanted me to beg, which was what I had been doing.
“Nate—”
“No.” He cut me off again when I said his name, and it clicked, causing my cheeks to flame.
Daddy.
