Page 156 of Pretty ’n Peak

“Yes Daddy. I want to try.”

“Good boy.” Austin had known he would.

He started with another kiss, soft lips against Mateo’s tailbone. Then gentle hands stroking while one lube-coated finger explored along his crack.

Mateo’s shivery breaths were their own reward.

“Relax for me.”

“You don’t have to go that slow.”

Austin smacked him across one plump cheek, putting some force behind it. “Who decides how fast we go?”

“Mmmm… you do, Daddy.”

But maybe he was being a little too careful.

He slid inside, Mateo’s silken heat welcoming him. He thrust slowly. Savoring. Mateo was tight, but already opening.

He tried a second finger, which earned him a slight hiss, and then a moan.

“You like that, don’t you. Being full for Daddy? Your sweet little hole is hungry for it, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Daddy. I want to be your… cockslut.”

Austin grinned, glad that Mateo couldn’t see him. This was the first time Mateo had used a dirty word like that himself, and it was as adorable as it was hot.

“I know, baby girl. That’s what you are. Hungry for whatever Daddy puts inside you.”

He added some more lube, then slowly twisted in a third finger.

Mateo panted as he entered, but never asked him to slow down.

“You like the burn don’t you, baby?”

“Yeah. It feels good, but it’s also like I’m giving something to you. If that makes any sense.”

“Oh, it does.” He pushed back in with those three fingers locked together. “You like to hurt for Daddy. Show me how much you can take, just because I want it.”

“Yeah.”

“And that’s why you’re perfect.” His sadistic side curled within him. “You want me to push you right to your limits.” He spread his fingers as he withdrew, knowing it was a little too soon.

“Yes, Daddy,” Mateo choked out. “Oh, fuck.”

“Mmmmm… not fucking. This is still just three fingers. We’ve barely gotten started.” He thrust them back in.

Sometimes the psychological torture was just as much fun. He could feel Mateo tense as the words hit home.

“Now relax and let Daddy play with your hole.” He twirled his fingers around, then gave another thrust. God, those muscles were so tight right when his knuckles slipped in.

Somehow, his soothing words, filled with dark promise, weren’t so comforting. Austin slapped his other cheek. “Relax.”

Mateo yelped, but his body went soft. “Yes, Daddy.”

“So good.” Austin dropped little kisses around the place where he was slowly taking his baby apart.

He took his time, then. Entering and retreating. He didn’t make any effort to hit Mateo’s gland, but he didn’t avoid it either.