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DuGray took a lot of things from me.
My happiness. My confidence. My sexuality. My identity. My humanity.
My will to survive.
When Jake takes my hand, promising to never let go, and slots his cock inside me, he gives all those pieces back.
I'm nearly sobbing by the time he's seated deep inside me, my hand squeezing his as I tremble and cry. He kisses my cheeks over and over, his lips wiping away my tears as he whispers, "I'm right here," and, "Doing so good for me," and, "You're okay, baby boy. Daddy has you now."
"I love you," I say in return, my voice an awful, wrecked thing. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
He takes my free hand and brings it up to my other shoulder, our joined hands mirroring each other on either side of me. I feel framed by our love. Contained within it. He presses his forehead to mine and begins to move, a steady roll of his hips that drags and stretches and burns in all the best ways.
"So good," he assures, his kisses wandering down my throat and across my collarbone. "You take my cock like such a good boy, don't you?"
I whimper, more tears of happiness spilling down my cheeks. "Do I, daddy?"
"Oh, yes. Very much so." He grinds in harder. Deeper. Something deep inside of me trembles with need. "Don't you feel that? This is where we belong. Our bodies know it. Our hearts know it." He rests his forehead against mine, our panting breaths mingling. "I know it. Do you?"
"I know it," I promise. And I do. I can feel it in every cell of my body. In every neuron of my brain. This - him, me, us - is everything I didn't know I needed. A hidden safe place I was so fucking lucky to stumble upon. "I know, I know, I know."
He grazes his teeth over my shoulder, hands pressing mine into the mattress to give himself leverage as he quickens his pace. I hike a leg up, wanting to get the angle I know will make me see stars. It isn't until I'm breathless and dizzy from the first jolt of his cock against my prostate that I realize I just took control. Not a lot, not all of it by any means, but some. I changed position. I made myself feel good. And when it makes me shudder and moan, my daddy growls, "That's a good boy, making yourself feel good with daddy's cock. What else does daddy need to do to make his little fish come?"
It's mind blowing.
Soul shattering.
Heart affirming.
"My throat," I rasp, feeling like Casey for the first time in months. The guy who would spread his legs and then boss the hell out of the guy between them. "Bite it. Suck it. My throat and my thighs-"
My voice gives out, dissolving into a needy moan as his lips close on the spot just beneath my jaw. He parts them, hot breath sweeping over the skin, then teasingly runs his tongue over the area. He pulls back then, just enough to blow cool air against the damp skin. My entire body buzzes. My cock dribbles precum between us, both of us moaning at the proof of my pleasure.
He lets go of my hand just long enough to hook the inside of his elbow beneath one of my knees, pushing it to my chest and pinning it there before grabbing my hand again. I quake the next time he fucks into me. He turns his chin, scruff scratching along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Even though I know it's coming - can fucking see it coming - I damn near lose it when he closes his teeth over the reddened skin and bites.
"Daddy," I pant, shaking my head as I fight the orgasm that's thrashing against my control, begging to be freed. "Daddy, please? Can I? Need to come, please."
"Come," he orders, his blue eyes dark as they lock with mine. He lowers his mouth to the bite mark and soothes it with his tongue. "Fucking come on your daddy's cock like a good little boy."
He rolls his hips forward and I'm gone. Lost. Spiraling and flying into an oblivion that's never felt so fucking safe before. I can feel him moving against me, faster, harder, desperation in his voice as he rains praise over me.
So good.
My perfect boy.
Daddy loves you so fucking much.
Gonna make you nice and full.
Fuck, fuck, baby, fuck.
And then he shudders against me, head dipping to my throat as he sucks in sharp breaths, and I feel his cock pulse and flood my insides. A tear slips down my cheek, a dopey smile pulling at my lips. I squeeze his hands. He squeezes them back, hips twitching as another spurt of cum fills me.
"Fucking hell, Casey," he whispers in my ear, our sweaty cheeks sliding together. "I never thought... never even dreamed…"
"What?" I ask, turning my face so we're locking eyes.
"I never believed I'd find you." He brings our joined hands - my left, his right - to his lips, pressing kisses to the spots we're locked together, his gaze never leaving mine. "Such a beautiful boy. Perfect for me. Goddamn, Casey, I'm so in love with you."
