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“I got you. Look at me.” He moved so I could see him slicking his bare cock, all shiny and slippery. I reached a finger out, but he batted it away. “Not now. You’re not the only one close.”
“Good.” I gave a throaty laugh.
“Hope you still say that when I fuck you hard.” Returning to behind me, he palmed my sore ass.
“Yes. Please, Daddy.”
“Good boy. Fuck, your ass is still pink. Sexiest fucking thing. And now you’re all open for me. Took my fingers so good.”
“Please. Do it,” I panted.
“Feel me?” he asked, cockhead slick against my stretched hole.
“Yeah, I do.” I breathed out in wonder. “Push it in. Please, Daddy.”
“You ask so nice, boy.” And then he did it, pushing in smoothly, a steady pressure even as my body reflexively clenched around him. “Let me in, baby.”
“Trying.” I was also trying not to come simply from the friction of my pillow and his heat against my hole. He pulled my hips, lessening my contact with the pillow but opening me more to him. “Yes, like that.”
He was deeper now, more pressure against my prostate, more heat and slick skin.
“Fuck,” he grunted, pushing the rest of the way in before retreating and sliding back in. “Feel that?”
“God. Yes. You feel so big. Hot. I can feel your cockhead more this way. Give it to me.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” His next thrust slammed in, powerful enough that my body shook. “Tell Daddy what you want.”
“Breed me.” The words came easier now, the closer I was. The sound of our labored breathing echoed through the room, underscoring how into this we both were. Each dirty word pushed me higher and higher.
“Gonna fill you up. You want that?” He tightened his grip on my hip, a tremble racing through him, one strong enough for me to feel deep inside too.
“Yes, Daddy.” Neither of us was going to last, and that was more than okay with me. I rocked harder into him. “Come in me.”
“I’m gonna. You first, baby. Hump your pillow.”
“Yes.” Practically sobbing with relief, I hunched my hips more, pressing my cock into the soft pillow. Heat started in my feet, calves tensing, then my thighs, balls lifting next. “Now. Now.”
“That’s it, baby. Come for Daddy. Let me fill you up.” His voice was rough and demanding.
“Please. Daddy.” I came on a near scream, all that pleasure releasing through my voice, my lungs, my cock, sticky and pulsing.
“Fuck. Here it comes,” he warned, pumping hard. I could feel him too, longer, firmer, throbbing then filling me like he promised. His shouts mingled with mine, and he thrust back and forth on the new slick warmth a few times, teasing the last shudders from both of us. And when he pulled back, I felt his come even more, leaking out, more than I’d expected, dirty and perfect.
He rained kisses down my back before his tongue was there. A single swipe. He’d talked about that part of the kink enough that I wasn’t surprised. He’d wanted to try it, and in that moment, I would have given him anything, even the lewdest of acts.
“Fuck. Fuck. I may never move again,” he said as he collapsed next to me.
“I can’t feel my legs,” I complained, unfolding myself and rolling away from the sticky pillow. Adam rubbed and massaged what he could reach of my thighs and butt, still so giving even though he was breathing as hard as I was. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“No, thank you. Best birthday ever.”
Linking hands with him, holding tight, I hoped he meant it, hoped that I gave him even a fraction of everything he brought to my life.
Twenty-Six
Adam
“You didn’t have to wake up with me,” I said as Quinn fiddled with his fancy coffee pot, grinding and measuring beans like he was auditioning for a barista slot at the coffee place. “It’s your day off.”
I’d tried rolling from the bed without waking him, but of course, the lightest sleeper on the planet had insisted on waking up too and making me breakfast before I met Ramona for our shopping trip.
“I wanted to.” Quinn finally got to the part where he added water and hit brew. “My coffeemaker is unnecessarily complicated.”
“Can’t argue with that.” I wrapped him up in a hug from behind.
“And maybe I wanted a goodbye kiss.” He tipped his head back against my shoulder.
“Well, you can have a waiting for the coffee kiss too.” The angle wasn’t the best, but I still kissed him long and slow. The memory of last night flowed between us, more potent than any coffee drink, making my blood hum. Nothing, nothing had ever been as sexy as Quinn’s sweet surrender and getting to make both of our fantasies come true.
“Mmm. Better stop that, or I’m going to drag you back upstairs.” He pulled away, but not before sneaking one last fast kiss.
