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"You're Daddy's slutty baby boy, is this what you wanted?" Even as he asked, the tip of a finger easily pushed inside and then a second one to find my prostate. He slowly and meticulously stretched me until I was rocking back onto two slender fingers.
"So fucking good, Daddy!" I shouted Daddy as his free hand smacked my bottom for cursing.
Long torturous minutes passed as he added more lube until the slip of his fingers made wet, slick sounds only mixed with our labored breathing and groans. His dirty words about his slutty boy. All I could focus on was the immense pleasure of being filled. Blood roared in my ears as my heart frantically pounded in my chest.
As much as I wanted my release, I didn't want to give up the stretch and drag of his fingers. His cock would be so much better, though, I knew that. I'd begged for it countless times over our time together. I jerked with every stroke of his fingers over my gland until I uncontrollably trembled even as I tried to remain still.
I whimpered ‘no’ as he as he slipped from me and his left hand pushed my face into the mattress. As he lined up his slender cock, I held my breath, anticipating the fullness. My groans muffled as he pushed inside, sliding all the way to the base until his hips met my ass. His lube- covered hand gripped my hip as he leaned over me and deep-stroked my hole until he was slamming inside with an almost painfully brutal rhythm.
I threw my head back, bracing my hands on the headboard. My chest ached from holding my breath. He used and loved me with a brutality that I'd only ever allowed with him. I laid my vulnerability bare, trusting him to keep me safe and to make me feel good.
"Fuck, baby, that nasty little hole can't get enough of Daddy's cock." I could hear the way the words hissed through his clenched teeth. Each thrust as he bottomed out was a grind and my eyes rolled back as he worked my gland, we both jerked and moaned. When he'd retreat, I'd tighten around the length of him, trying to hold him inside, hating the emptiness. Yet he'd give it back to me with another slam and roll of his hips.
We came together, with me meeting him thrust for thrust with a backward rock. I wanted it all. The rush of his release, the way I knew it would tickle my taint and balls as it leaked from me. I'd never wanted anything more and it scared me how I needed that last possession, the one that would brand me as his. He bent over my back, licking and biting from shoulder to shoulder. The sting told me he was leaving marks.
"You gonna come for me, baby?"
"Y-yes, Daddy," I cried out, tears and sweat rolling down my face as he pumped inside with shorter strokes to milk my prostate. The pressure built in my belly, my balls drawing up and my cock leaking all over my thighs.
I frantically reached back to grab his hair, anchoring myself even as I fought him because the pleasure started to cause me to panic as if I wasn't getting there fast enough. My lips parted to beg him but the only thing that came out was a shout as I shot all over the sheet underneath me. My back arched into an upward bow as I bore down on his cock and then his hips met mine with a loud slap. He came, groaning my name.
I collapsed beneath him, my thighs shaking as I sat back on my heels and my legs parted wider under his weight. We both breathed heavily, sweaty and boneless in the center of the bed. As soon as my muscles began to protest, he lifted off me and I pouted as his cock slipped free.
"Fuck, boy, that's—" He stopped speaking but I looked back to see his gaze locked on my hole that I was sure was leaking with his release. "I'm gonna want to see that every time," He growled.
I hissed as he pushed two fingers inside as if he was trying to work every drop back into my stretched, well-loved hole.
He eased me to my side and stretched out my legs to lay down beside me. When he leaned in for a kiss, I met him halfway. It was soft and gentle as he eased us both down from our releases. The sex was amazing, but I loved these moments where we could just relax and be, enjoy the leisure after getting off. He never rushed me to get up to clean the mess. Some nights we woke up after falling asleep and Stanton stumbled to the bathroom to wet a rag to wipe us both down.
"I really do love you, boy, and when you're ready, I want you in our home. Maybe we’ll even get you one of those puppies or kittens you wanted."
"Really?"
"Yes, I wanted us to have a weekend away, something romantic but also to do something my boy had on your list."
"Give me a bit to thank about it. I want to, but I just need some time." I hated to hesitate. Yet I’d only been single for a year, my divorce just becoming final. Maybe I just needed more time to get used to my new normal with Stanton before we made the step of moving in together.
"You have all the time you want. I just needed you to know. I love coming home to you in our bed and waking up with you."
Happiness filled me as I cuddled close to Stanton—my Daddy—and just savored the contact. To think all those months ago I'd almost sent him away because of who and how young he was. I'd have missed out on every second of being his and the thought saddened me. A year ago, I'd thought it was all over. But my husband leaving me had opened me up to find the one man who treated me as if I were the greatest thing to happen to him. He was for me, and I couldn't wait to see where our life together ended up.
Epilogue
Stanton
With a slow stroke of my tongue, I licked my boy's release from his inner right thigh and then upward along the crease of where his groin met leg. Nipping so I could hear that giggle-groan he got from being ticklish. Instead of trekking to some packed restaurant to celebrate our anniversary, we'd decided on a picnic in our backyard and an evening in bed. Nothing had changed in the year since I put my ring on my baby's finger.
Kissing up the side of his soft, rounded belly, he stroked his fingers through my sweaty hair. His entire body arched as I sucked at his bruised, sensitive nipples, he'd always come so hard when I played with them when I was balls deep in his tight ass. Finally, I reached his mouth, the satisfied smile told me all I needed to know; I'd made my boy feel good.
"Was our celebration satisfactory?" I asked as I tenderly dropped the softest kisses on his firm lips.
"You know it was," he whispered in that sweet way he had that drove me crazy. The light caress of his fingertips up and down my spine caused my spent cock to harden again.
I'd tell anyone who asked how obsessed I was with my husband—my boy. I rested my weight between his thighs, chest-to-chest as I took in his heavy-lidded eyes and swollen lips. That smile of his that showed me how happy I made him.
"Have I told you how much I love you today, my boy?" I shook my head as he closed his eyes as if he were thinking about it. There was my bratty, happy baby.
"I think you may have, but it's been so, so long."
