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Behind him, Jack moved, pressing a kiss against the crook of his neck. “Good morning, cupcake.”
God, the way his voice sounded in the morning… Even lower than usual, all those deep timbres and raspy hitches, as if he’d survived an all-night bender. “Morning, Daddy.”
Jack caressed his shoulder, down his arm to his hip, then slipped his hand between their bodies. What was he…? Oh. Without saying a word, Jack pulled on the end of the plug in George’s ass, sliding it out slowly until it popped out. As soon as it did, Jack spit in his hand a few times, coated his cock, and pushed inside George.
He was still stretched wide and slick inside from the plug, but as always, taking Jack in took his breath away. Or was that because he’d done it so casually, as if he had every right to fuck him? Jack inched in until he was buried as deeply as he could, then relaxed again, pulling George against him and nuzzling his neck. “Wanna wake up inside you.”
Cheesy? Maybe, but also incredibly hot. George totally got off on Jack needing him first thing in the morning, not to mention the sense of being owned. He didn’t even move, just kept his cock buried to the hilt inside him. “Mmm, yes, Daddy.”
Jack let out a long sigh, tightening his arms for a moment. “That’s better. Some days, I think your ass must’ve some kind of unknown aphrodisiac in it or maybe some kind of smell or sensation that makes it so damn addictive. All I want to be is inside you.”
George smiled so wide it almost hurt. “I’m not objecting.”
“Oh, I know you’re not. Your hole is as hungry for my cock as vice versa. It’s a match made in heaven.”
A match made in heaven. George’s smile faded. They had two more days, and then what? Would heaven be over? A memory he’d always remember? He’d never been as happy as he was with Jack. Perfection had never seemed possible, but what they shared came pretty damn close. How would he ever move on once Jack would go back to work? As optimistic as George tried to be, he couldn’t see it work with Jack being gone six weeks at a time. How could Jack be his Daddy when he was on the other end of the country? Or even out of the country, like in Canada.
“Cupcake?” Daddy asked. Oh shit, he’d been talking to George, and he’d ignored him.
“Sorry, what?”
“When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer. Don’t make me repeat myself. It’s disrespectful.”
George’s cheeks heated. “Yes, Daddy.” Then a thought formed that made him even hotter. “Will you spank me again if I do?”
Jack laughed. “That sounded a little too eager. If you like spankings so much, maybe I should try something else as a punishment, like bring out my belt.”
His belt. Daddy had mentioned it before, and it terrified George as much as it intrigued him. Whereas a week before, he wouldn’t have felt comfortable enough to give Daddy permission, he now did. Everything Jack and he had done together had proven Jack was honorable and took George’s concerns and doubts seriously. “I think maybe you should, Daddy.”
Daddy scraped his earlobe with his teeth. “I’d like that…”
All that time, he’d stayed buried inside George, not even moving. The pressure inside him had built up, making his skin too tight. He needed Daddy to move, to do something, if only to distract him from the reality that in two days, this would all be over. “Daddy…”
“What’s wrong?’
“I need you.”
All he could do was hope it made sense because he couldn’t put it into words.
“Do you need Daddy to fuck you, cupcake?”
He needed so much more than that. He needed Jack to stay, to take care of him, to be his Daddy forever, but he couldn’t say that. Jack had been crystal clear this was an experiment that would last two weeks, and not once had he mentioned anything beyond that. So George would take what he could get. “Yes, Daddy, please.”
Daddy moved his hips, sliding back a little and thrusting back in. “Like this?”
“More, Daddy. I need you to use me. Fuck me hard.”
Daddy pulled out, then rolled away and sat up. He dragged George onto his knees, manhandling him until he was in the position Daddy wanted, and he found himself whimpering with need. “Hush now,” Daddy said, his voice soothing. “Daddy’s got you. Open up wide, cupcake. Let Daddy use your slutty hole.”
Why were those words so hot? George made another needy sound, a breathy moan that seemed to come from his soul. Daddy pushed George’s head down onto the mattress and spread his legs, angling his hips. What was he doing? Then Daddy brought up his leg and put his foot down on George’s neck, gently at first, then putting more weight on it. He was holding his neck down. With his foot. Holy shit.
For a second or two, George froze, but then he moaned. “Yes, fuck me like that, Daddy.”
Jack had the perfect position to fuck George hard and deep, and his hips set a brutal rhythm as he pumped into George time and again. Wet, squishy sounds echoed through the room, and not for the first time, George wished they were in a house without neighbors rather than in an apartment. He’d scream his head off instead of constantly suppressing his sounds.
George’s hole had been fucked open wide now, and Jack slid in with ease on every thrust, grunting every time he slammed into him. Tears formed in George’s eyes. Why did this feel so good? No one had ever given him what he craved until Jack. Until Daddy.
For the first time in his life, he was unafraid to be himself, to be as dirty and horny and slutty as he wanted to be because Jack had him. Daddy not only understood but also loved it, meeting his every need, including ones George hadn’t even known he had. Like needing a Daddy…and he’d found the most perfect Daddy possible.
