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“Daddy makes me feel so good,” I whimper, heart racing. I feel amazing already, even though he’s barely touched me. I take his thumb into my mouth, desperate for a taste of his salty skin.

“You make Daddy feel good too, sweet Ollie. Now, turn around so Daddy can kiss your needy hole.”

I roll onto my stomach so fast I almost fall off the bed. The twin mattress isn’t wide enough. Crap, I didn’t think it through when I asked him to sleep here. On the other hand, a small bed means I’ll have an excuse to cuddle really close to him without feeling like I’m too much.

The bed creaks as he undresses behind me. Throwing a glance over my shoulder, I catch a glimpse of his hairy torso. I want to see his cock as well, but I don’t have time before he grabs hold of my legs and drags me further down the bed. Then he tilts my hips up and absolutely buries his face between my cheeks.

“Oh God, Daddy—” I grasp the sheets, legs already shaking.

He eats my ass like he’s starving, like he’s been craving me just as much as I’ve been craving him. His wet tongue burrows into me, and my hole opens to let him past the tight rim. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he tongue-fucks me until I see stars.

I come before I even know what’s happening. My cock jerks between my legs, shooting cum onto the sheets. I feel myself clenching and unclenching involuntarily against his tongue, pushing him out and then pulling him back in.

I don’t know what sounds I’m making at this point. I’m probably moaning too loud, though, because Daddy digs his fingers into my ass cheeks and gives them a squeeze, but instead of silencing me, it only makes me louder. When he rolls me onto my side and lies beside me, I’m floating on clouds. I feel so, so good. I burrow into his chest, inhaling his scent.

He chuckles. “Did that feel good, sweet Ollie?”

“Yeah… So good.”

“Do you want to get some rest? Maybe sleep for a bit?”

I shake my head. I don’t want to go to sleep, but I’m swimming in the depths of something floaty and wonderful that makes it hard to speak. I try anyway, my voice breathy and full of desire. “Want Daddy’s fingers, and then…” I slide my hand between our bodies and find his erection. “Then I want Daddy’s cock.”

He groans under his breath, his shaft throbbing in my hand when I squeeze it harder. I can’t believe he suggested we rest just because I came. He always has my comfort in mind and not his. I want him to come, too, though. Want to feel his thick cock pulse in my ass and his warm cum fill my insides. Then I want to sleep with it inside and nuzzle into his warm chest.

He’s so gentle. Takes such good care of me. The best daddy.

This is exactly what I wanted when I went on that hookup app, but I didn’t dare hope for it. This has been my dream for so long; I still can’t believe he wants me back.

He reaches for the lube by my bedside table and pumps some into his hand. Then he rubs his slick fingers along my crease, and I hike a leg up over his hip to give him better access.

He kisses me when he pushes the first finger inside. I moan into his mouth, rolling my body against his, my cock stirring against his thigh. I can take my own finger comfortably by now, but his fingers are almost twice as thick as my own, and the stretch of even one of them is so intense. I love it, though. I love knowing I’ll get to take his cock if I’m a good, patient boy and let him prepare my hole.

By the time he pushes a second finger inside, my face is buried in the crook of his neck, and I’m breathing hard. While he’s fingering me, I hold his cock in my hand, giving it a few pumps now and again. He’s so hard. He’s being so patient with me.

“Relax, baby boy,” he murmurs, gently pumping his fingers in and out of me, the lube squelching obscenely in the room. I feel my rim expand and contract, gripping his fingers and sucking them in.

“Oh,” I gasp.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Feels… good.” As always, it takes a while for my body to accept the sensation, but once it does, it feels amazing. Every time his fingers slide deeper and brush against that perfect spot inside me, I moan and wiggle my hips.

His chest rumbles with a pleased noise. “Daddy will have to buy you a dildo so you can fill your needy hole on your own.”

I shake my head. “Want Daddy to fill it. Only Daddy.”

He inhales a shaky breath, his cock rigid as steel against my palm. “You’re always craving Daddy, aren’t you, sweet boy? So needy for Daddy’s fingers and Daddy’s cock.”

I squirm, my dick leaking a pulse of precum against his stomach. “Yes… yes… Want Daddy’s cock.”

“You still need one more finger.”

“Do it, Daddy. Put the third one inside.”

He tries multiple times, but my hole rejects his third finger again and again, the first ring of muscle refusing to give way. Finally, he flips me onto my back, a determined look on his face. I pull my legs to my chest as he dribbles more lube over his fingers and tries again. Moments later, the stretch gets so much more intense.

“Shiit, oh fuck,” I gasp.