“That’s sogood, Daddy.” He moves his hips, fucking my finger, so I barely have to do anything at all.
I could stop him, but why would I want to? He looks glorious, and it’s clear he’s enjoying it.
“You like fucking yourself on my finger, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Be a good boy, and fuck yourself harder.”
He obliges, rocking back and forth as much as the restraints will allow until he’s gasping and groaning. I slip my hand around his body to squeeze his balls. They’re heavy. He must be close to orgasm already. Not that I’m going to let him. I add another finger. He fucks himself harder. It’s divine to watch. His ass is hot and tight around my fingers. I’m desperate to get inside him. My cock is painfully hard, the head of my cock is darkened with blood, and leaking pre-cum.
“You’ll be ready for me soon, baby,” I croon.
“I’m ready now,” he gasps.
I chuckle. “Not quite.”
“Please, Daddy.”
“Not yet. Patience.”
He pouts.
I grab the O-ring and hold him still. “Who’s in charge?”
“You are, Daddy.”
“Are you ready for my cock, yet?”
He shakes his head. “Not until you say I am.”
“Good boy.” I release the O-ring, stroke his lower back, and then grasp his hip again. Then I slip another finger into his ass. “You know what to do.”
His knees knock against the bed as he fucks himself, making it squeak rhythmically. It’s a wonderful sound. He’s gettingdesperate. I can tell by the hitch in his breathing, the way his eyes are squeezed tight, and the pop of the veins in his neck. That, and a glistening sheen of sweat has broken out on his skin.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.”
He licks his lips. “So are you, Daddy.”
I slip my fingers free. He stills, gasping. I take my time slicking my cock up with lube, as much to let him climb down from the brink of his orgasm as to catch his breath. He must have amazing self-control. His desire to please me has to be greater than his need to come.
Holding his hips with both hands, I push the head of my cock inside him until I’m balls deep. “Oh. My. God.” My lashes flutter and, for a moment, all I can do is stand still, enjoying him around me. How hot he is. How tight he is. How close we are. “Fuuuck. You feelsogood.”
He lets out a soft laugh. “So do you, Daddy. So, so, good.”
Then I pound him, like I promised I would, enjoying every hard thrust. He makes the most adorable sounds—whimpering, panting, groaning, all of them blurring with the squeak of the bed and my own heavy, desperate breathing, into one continuous drone of lust. Every so often, he gasps out, “Daddy!” or “More, Daddy!”, and better yet, “Harder, Daddy! Faster, Daddy!” I oblige his every request, surprised I haven’t already emptied my load inside him. I want to. God, do Ineedto, but I also want to enjoy this for as long as possible.
I can’t hold it back any longer. “I’m going to fill you up, baby,” I manage to grate out. “I’m going to make you so fucking full.”
“Please, Daddy! Please!”
I come, emptying my seed into his tight channel. My cock shudders until my balls are empty. Still, I manage to thrust into him. I grasp the D-ring, pull him up as much as the restraints will allow, and stroke his cock desperately.
“Daddy!”
“Come, baby. Come.”
He shivers, trembles, and then does a full-body shudder as his cock jerks in my fist and he squirts cum all over the bed.
