Page 161 of Pretty ’n Peak

And wonderful again.

So terribly, terribly good, all focused right on that single spot where he was most sensitive.

He screamed.

He tried to twist away.

Except his arms were still bound, and his ass was still full, and he was Daddy’s, heart, body, and soul.

Aching with pleasure for him.

“Daddy!” He found his voice, only to chant that same word. “Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.”

“I’ve got you, darling boy.” Daddy’s hand was gentle where it cupped his spent dick, holding the vibrator close. “You’re so beautiful for me. Going to give me everything you have.”

“Yes, Daddy,” he moaned. “Everything.”

He could feel his cock filling again.

“You’re mine,” Daddy told him.

“Yours,” he echoed. “Help me, Daddy.”

“Oh, beautiful sweet boy.” Daddy shifted, and then he was kissing Mateo’s lips, drinking him in.

The two vibrators were still buzzing. Lifting him higher and higher.

And Daddy was there waiting for him. Carrying him through.

He was careening toward rapture, only it seemed impossibly out of reach.

He kissed back. Daddy’s lips. Daddy’s beard tangling with his.

Daddy’s toys milking a third orgasm out of him.

“Need you, Daddy,” he panted.

“I’m here, Peach.” Daddy’s voice was tender. Comforting. He drank kisses from his mouth, twisting their tongues together.

When Teo’s orgasm came, it hit out of nowhere.

And suddenly everything was fragmenting and breaking apart. Light and color and sound. Bliss and torture and need.

His Daddy’s body over him. Owning him.

Daddy tossed away the first vibrator and gently slid off the second.

Then Daddy was on top of him. Naked flesh to naked flesh.

Daddy pumped against him, cupping Mateo’s spent cock and rubbing it against his impossibly hard one.

Mateo whimpered, not even protesting the oversensitivity any more.

“Let me use you, baby,” Daddy whispered against his ear, breath ragged.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Because that was perfect. Daddy fucking himself on his body, while he lay there aching and limp and soft.