Page 51 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

At my nod, he grinned, and it felt good to know I was able to satisfy him, especially with all the pleasure I knew he was about to give me.

He lubed the end of his tentacle, then lined up with my ass. He was even slower than he would have been with his fingers, allowing me to adjust to the new sensation. I noticed how much easier it moved into me than his fingers, like it was made to explore my body. Massaging his way inside me, his lips soon returned to my abs, his hands and the other tentacle stimulating the rest of my body as he opened me up so easily.

Before I knew it, he was already at my prostate, tickling that tender spot in a way that had me arching my back and calling out, “Oh, Daddy, I’m ready.”

“No, you’re not.” By the certainty in his tone, I knew he must be right, but I hated it.

It was hard to pinpoint what it was—the hot desire I’d had for him since I’d first set eyes on him at the bar; the amount of time we’d known each other; the stress of tonight; or everything he was working up in me now—but whatever it was, I needed him inside me, giving me what I desperately craved.

“Relax. Just be patient, Twink. Breathe in and out.”

I obeyed his instructions, trusting he’d know what was best for me as he placed tender kisses on my abs, massaging me some more. I felt his tentacle widening within me, swelling to open me up farther. I gasped.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“You already know I do.”

“Yes, but I like to hear you tell me too.”

As he continued expanding inside me, my face warmed, my nerves catching fire with excitement as I climbed higher, the only fear in me how rock hard my cock was and that I might blow before he was ready.

He caressed his thumb against the small of my back. “Now you’re ready.”

His tentacle remained locked in place inside me while he rolled the condom onto his cock. As he lubed himself up, his tentacle pulled out of me and hooked around my thigh, while the other slid down my body, doing the same on the opposite side. He positioned my ass, serving it to himself as he lined himself up. Butterflies spiraled through my belly, the slight pressure mounting before I felt the head breach through, stimulating the nerves he’d already excited so much. He was so slow and controlled in his movements. How could someone who’d never fucked a human before already be better than any of the other guys I’d been with? So patient. So attentive.

He opened me up again with his cock, his efforts to ready me clearly paying off as he navigated his way in until I felt that powerful sensation as he hit that spot, which sent shock waves bursting through me. He leaned close, firming his hold on my thighs as I felt him sliding past my prostate until his hips touched the insides of my thighs. His hot breath rushed against my face, and I struggled to focus as the web of nerves pulsed with life. I could feel my fingertips and toes tingling, my body reaching a new high since Daddy and I had started messing around.

“How’s that?” he asked.

Now that I knew he just wanted verbal confirmation, I was happy to give it. “You feel so good.”

“Yeah?”

He subtly shifted his hips, stroking me back and forth, and I felt my body easing up, fully giving itself to him as he fucked. “This hole feels amazing. So tight. Now perfectly sculpted to me.”

“Does it make Daddy happy?”

“It makes him so happy.” The smirk that played across his lips assured me of just how much.

He built into his stride, steadily increasing the power and intensity of his thrusts—one so powerful that he nearly lost hold of me with his tentacles, though they just gripped tighter, keeping me in place before he began drilling me. I writhed under him, closing my eyes, tossing my head back and throwing my hands over my head, allowing myself to absorb each forceful push as he brought me closer and closer.

When I reopened my eyes, he was staring at me watchfully. “Do you like that, Daddy? Seeing what your cock does to me? Seeing that I’m all yours?”

“All mine?” he asked, his words laced with greed and hunger.

“Yes.”

His cock swelled within me, the sensation that overtook me so swift and intense, I could’ve sworn I saw the galaxies in his eyes bursting just before he leaned closer and took a kiss.

His cock and tongue fucked me. I was a fit of spasms and twitches as he consumed me with his passion, and with each thrust, I felt him pumping precum out of my cock, which his belly shoved against my abs, wedging it between us.

“I don’t know how much longer I can last,” I warned him.

“You know when you come, I’ll be right behind.”

“Are you sure?”

He was being so amazing, and I didn’t want to disappoint him.