Page 71 of Ruined

Daddy smooths a hand over my trembling side. “What a good boy, taking three of Daddy’s fingers. So perfect and patient, waiting for Daddy’s cock.”

I melt at the praise, my body relaxing and letting him in. He pumps his fingers slowly in and out of me, gaze focused between my legs, his dick standing straight up and red at the tip. He says I’ve been good at waiting, but he’s been hard and waiting so much longer than me.

I reach out for him. “Do it now, Daddy. Fuck me, please.”

His brows knit as he pumps lube into his free hand. When his fingers slip out, I pull him in with my legs and trap him there, as if he’d change his mind about fucking me.

He doesn’t. Positioning himself, he slides the thick head of his cock along the wetness of my crease and pushes inside.

My head flies back onto the pillow as my toes curl at the intense pleasure of his cock pushing into me in one long thrust. My mind spins with the knowledge that Daddy’s cock is in my ass once more. After all the waiting, it feels like such a gift every time he gives it to me, and the intense stretch makes it feel like the first time all over again. I wriggle my hips, and my exhale comes out as a wordless moan.

Daddy grips my chin and makes me look at him. “Talk to me, sweetheart. Are you feeling good?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “So good. Love Daddy’s cock.”

Relief flashes in his eyes as he starts moving, gripping my hips to tilt me just right. And fuck, it feels so good when he sinks deeper. It burned a little when he first entered me, but now it feels like heaven.

With my hands behind my knees, I hold my legs up and apart. “Do you like my hole, Daddy?”

He grunts, face twisting with pleasure. “Yes… Love your sweet little hole.” Another long thrust, and his eyes roll back. “Daddy won’t last much longer.”

I give a needy whine. “Fill my hole, please. Want Daddy’s cum.”

“Oh, fuck, Oliver…” His hips stutter, and a rush goes through me as I realize he’s coming. He never usually comes this fast, and it thrills me that my hole makes him feel so good that he can’t hold back.

He collapses on top of me, breathing heavily, his warm and sweaty bulk pinning me to the bed while he rocks into me in a few languid thrusts, prolonging his orgasm. Daddy always makes me feel good, so I love that he can feel that way as well, even if I didn’t exactly do anything. My body gave him pleasure, though, and that’s enough to make my insides go all warm and fuzzy.

When he pulls out, I feel all sticky between my legs. I gasp when he slides two fingers down my crease, rubbing them over my hole.

“Should’ve had one of the toys for this,” he murmurs against my lips. “If Daddy comes first, you’d still get your needy hole filled.” He shifts his hand to my straining cock, and I gasp and grab onto his arm.

“Wanna come. So close.”

He settles between my legs and licks up the mess of cum and lube around my hole, all while jerking my dick with steady strokes. He’s gentle with his tongue now, and I do feel sore down there. Even with three fingers stretching me out, his cock is so big that I always feel a bit sore after he’s fucked me.

He soothes my aches with long laps of his tongue, eating the cum that trickles out of me. Like that, it doesn’t take long for me to reach my peak, my back arching as I shoot all over my stomach.

“Mm.” Daddy licks his hand, at the cum there, and after he’s wiped us down with some tissues, he lies next to me, his body warm and sweaty and safe. “Ready to sleep now, sweet boy?”

“Yeah,” I whisper, nuzzling into his chest while he strokes my back in soothing circles, lulling me into sleep.

I wake up fiery hot with Logan’s warm body pressed tight against mine. Despite the tiny bed, we’ve made it work all night somehow, and I’ve slept like a baby.

Logan’s still breathing heavily in sleep. I take his massive hand in mine and kiss his knuckles one by one. His rough skin brushes my lips, and his manly scent of sweat and cologne fills my nostrils.

Unable to help myself, I lean in to kiss his lips, and when he still doesn’t stir awake, I kiss his cheeks, his beard, his warm neck. I inhale deeply, unable to get enough of his scent, his warmth, or the safety of knowing he’s here with me. Daddy. I love you.

I kiss him once more on the lips, and finally, his lashes flutter as he opens his eyes, disoriented at first. I can tell the exact moment his eyes fill with recognition, and when they do, they fill with a tender fondness as well.

“Morning.”

“Morning.” Wanting to be even closer, I climb on top of him and straddle his hips, lying flat on his stomach and nuzzling into his neck.

He grunts at the sudden weight of me but doesn’t otherwise complain, his hand settling on the small of my back and the fingers of his other one winding into my hair as he wakes up fully.

I could stay like this forever. A thousand warm, lazy mornings of waking up next to Daddy and waiting patiently until he’s awake enough to take care of my needs. I burrow my nose into his neck, sighing happily. Words hang on the tip of my tongue—words like, “I love this,” and, “You’re so warm.” Words like, “I love you.”

My heart beats faster, my face heating up at the thought of saying those words and how he’d respond.