Page 51 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

But then Daddy kissed him, long and slow and sweet, easing him back from the edge and awakening new sensations. His only thoughts at first were Daddy and mine and peace, emotions more than words.

Until Daddy started thrusting his tongue into his mouth like he was fucking him, and his hips left the bed of their own accord. Daddy had already given him so much, but he still wanted more.

Finally, Daddy pulled back with a glint in his eye and a teasing voice. “Poor sweet baby. You’ve been so hard and needy all day, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he agreed helplessly. He was wrung out. Completely owned. He hoped to always be this perfectly helpless and cared for in exactly this way.

He couldn’t help but be curious, though, about whatever had brought out that Dirty Daddy face.

“I bet you could come so fast, couldn’t you? Once Daddy told you to?”

Levi’s still-slick hands twisted into a knot. Because Daddy called him baby and boy all the time, but that was only the second time he’d called himself Daddy.

“I’m so close,” he whimpered.

“In that case, show me how you come for me. You have one minute.” Daddy looked at his watch. “One. Two. Three. Four….

He reached nine before Levi made sense of his words. His hands flew to his cock.

“Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen.”

Levi jerked himself frantically, palming his oversensitive head and massaging his balls. He was moaning, his mouth open and breathing ragged.

Daddy just kept counting down the time in that deliciously superior voice. “Twenty-five. Twenty-six.”

Levi was an inferno. His whole focus narrowed to his erection and his goal and watching Daddy’s face.

“Thirty-one. Thirty-two.” This was another side of Daddy, the commanding Dom who liked toying with him.

He’d thought he could make it. He’d even thought this would be easy. But with the stress of knowing he might not come, of being certain that Daddy wouldn’t let him go a second extra, he couldn’t quite get there. Pleasure raced through him, yet he teetered on the edge of the abyss.

“Daddy!” he begged, though he wasn’t sure what he was begging for. Daddy’s touch? Or his exquisite denial of it? “Pleeeeeease, Daddy!”

“Thirty-nine. Forty. Forty-one.”

He moved faster, urged on by the time limit and Daddy’s intent stillness as he watched Levi’s hands. Levi shifted his gaze as well, curling up his neck and trying to bend his knees which were still trapped by the blankets and his pajama pants.

“Fifty-three. Fifty-four.”

His cock was red and angry. His hands moved in a blur. He wasn’t going to make it. He was just going to die like this, full of need and pressure and the inexorable, merciless count down.

“Oh, Daddy…” he moaned. He wasn’t going to make it, but Daddy would still catch him. He jerked himself again, squeezing tightly around the head.

“Fifty-seven. Fifty-eight.”

When he came, it almost surprised him, cum spurting out so hard that it hit his neck. He cried out as he crashed against the bed, his hips arching almost against his will.

Then the whole world exploded around him like a supernova, obliterating everything but his pleasure-wracked body and Saul’s voice speaking those final numbers. Dark and light, galaxies and space, all flinging him outward and inward to the universe.

He kept stroking as his orgasm passed through him, the aftershocks shaking something loose inside him and leaving him cracked open and also whole.

Daddy shifted onto the bed, still sitting up with his feet on the floor, and cuddled him to his chest.

“So good for me, sweet boy,” Daddy whispered against his sweaty hair. “You were gorgeous. I knew you could do it.”

He clung to Daddy’s back, stroking over his muscular shoulders through the thin fabric and digging in with his fingernails.

He needed Daddy even more now than he had a moment before. Needed to be held close and tight. Needed to make Daddy feel this beautiful haze of pleasure so that they could be one together.