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“Oh. D-do it again. Please.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. Pushing him into the mattress, I grind my hips against his ass, hitting his sweet spot with every stroke.

“Ohh my God,” he gasps. “That feels so freaking good.”

I snap my hips forward in a hard thrust. “Do you feel it now?”

He only moans in reply, so I grip him by the neck, murmuring into his ear.

“Do you feel now what it’s like to be fucked by Daddy?”

“Yeah,” he gasps, his voice punctured by each thrust of my hips. “I—feel—it. Gonna—come.”

“Go on. Come on Daddy’s cock.”

A series of incoherent words pours from his mouth as his ass clenches around me, stretched to capacity and milking my dick with all that it’s got. I let go with him—coming with a groan, pumping my cum deep into his warm insides. My vision whites out as pleasure shoots in waves all through my body.

As I catch my breath, I take care not to crush him with my weight. Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I came that hard. My skin is still buzzing. Pulling out of him, I lie on his side and turn him around. Then, I wrap him in my arms until we lie entangled in a sweaty mess. He mumbles something, too low for me to hear.

“Yes, sweetheart?” I ask.

He nuzzles into my chest, nose burrowing into the hair there, but he doesn’t speak. I stroke his head, tilting his face up.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles sleepily. “Everything’s amazing. Came so hard.”

I smile and kiss his forehead. “Me too, sweet Ollie.” I hold him close, breathing in his scent while he drifts off to sleep.

I did it. I fucked him. I took his virginity, and I still don’t know if I made the right choice. Still don’t know if his first time really should have been with me.

I think about the waiter at the restaurant earlier this evening—the way he automatically assumed Oliver was my son. Maybe it really is wrong to be with him like this. Should I have never crossed this line? I can’t be sure, and the questions keep me awake while Oliver sleeps soundly in my arms, unaware of my ever-tormented mind.

20. A GOOD HURT

Lane was right—it hurt, but it was a good hurt.

Everything about it was addictive, beyond anything I could have imagined. Not just the sensations themselves, but the implications… What it meant to have Logan cross that line with me, to have him look me in the eye as he breached my hole…

God, I get hard just thinking about it.

We’ve been napping for a while—not more than an hour. I put my ear to Logan’s left pec, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his chest rise and fall. He’s a bit sticky with sweat—we both are, and I can still feel the lube in my crease, along with a slight soreness in my hole. Holy fuck, it finally happened. I can’t believe how good it felt.

Now that I know what it’s like, I feel insatiable. I want to have sex again as soon as possible. I want his cock pushing through my insides; I want him hitting my sweet spot until my eyes roll into the back of my head…

Suddenly, I’m desperate for it, and I nudge Daddy’s thigh with my hard cock. He stirs awake and looks at me, and I let him see the want in my eyes while I stroke his furry chest.

“Oliver…” There’s that warning in his voice again, but he sounds tired and amused rather than reprimanding.

I slide my hand down his stomach, toward his soft cock. He groans when I close my hand around it. I struggle getting my fingers to meet at the thickest part when it’s hard, but now that it’s soft, it’s easier. I stroke him up and down, then I reach for his balls and roll them in my hand.

“Oliver…” There’s no more warning in his voice now—only a groan of pleasure. When I go back to stroking his dick, it pulses in my grip, rising in front of my eyes until it’s fully hard.

“I want to feel it again,” I whisper against his lips. “Want to feel Daddy’s cock.”

“It’s too soon. You’ll be sore.”

“I’m not,” I lie. I suspect it’ll hurt to take him again so soon, but I don’t care. “Can you check?” Lying on my side, I take his wrist and bring his hand to my ass.