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I rock under his arms, my eyelids fluttering shut, and I’m so content with his cock inside of me, thrusting, swelling, that I almost fall asleep.
Bryce pecks my nose. "Wakey wakey, boy. Don't drift into dreamland quite yet."
In the two seconds that I was half-asleep, I dreamt about diggers, mounds of dirt, dumps, and monster trucks. I cry out, pretending that Bryce is a big digger thrusting into me.
"Yeah, Daddy! You’re my digger—the one I’ve always dreamt about!"
Bryce takes this in stride. "I’m a mighty big digger, aren’t I? Full of life and love to give."
This is my ultimate fantasy.
Making love to a digger.
I pretend that Bryce’s cock is the giant scooper part of the digger, pushing into me, extending as he presses the button. It rams deep into my body, filling me, hurting me, yet making me feel so good. In my fantasy, I’m nothing more than a happy nineteen-year-old boy skipping through a job site, when the digger turns to me with big googly eyes and pounces. It thrusts me on the ground, and I cry out as it rips off my khaki shorts, before plunging its scooper deep into my ass.
Bryce holds me tight. "Come for me, lil’ digger."
I’m a lil’ digger in Bryce’s eyes.
I come hard, mewling as my cock spurts out hot shots of cum. They seep out of my tip, spilling onto my tummy, shimmering in the moonlight.
Bryce comes in my hole. His mammoth body bucks, twists, pushes out his cum. Blasts of his seed slam into me, spreading through every inch of my passage.
Hot. Perfect. Daddy.
I kiss Bryce hard, swirling my tongue around his mouth, losing myself in his lips, grinding on his still-pulsating cock. His cock is wonderful because it never dies down, never shrivels up like so many lesser cocks.
Like a crane, Bryce lifts me up, then carries me to his window. He pats my bum, and sits me on his giant cock.
I wriggle on his shaft. "I didn’t realize your cock was big enough to be my car seat."
Bryce boops my nose. "Only when you’re around, boy. Only when you’re around."
We kiss once more. Bryce threads his fingers through my hair, tilting his lips to the side. Time stops as we lose ourselves in each other’s lips, giving our all to this kiss.
Nothing else matters at this moment. Not the laundry, not Bryce’s job site, not my dreams of diggers and dirt.
All that matters is Bryce.
My man.
My Daddy.
My everything.
Bye smiles as he tucks a strand of hair behind my left ear. "I’d sure love to make you my forever boy one day."
I blush, leaning in and resting my head on his chest. "I’d like that, too, Daddy."
Wouldn’t that be perfect?
Little me, husband to Bryce, real estate developer extraordinaire.
Imagine all the communities and people we could help together.
EPILOGUE
BJ
