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“I need you too much. It’s too gentle,” he confesses.
“That’s right. Daddy getting distracted by kissing your sweet hole is annoying because you need my cock, and this is keeping you from it. But you’ll go through a whole range of emotions, baby. As the days wear on and you get sore and aching… I’ll learn so much about you by the end of our time together.”
Craig blows out a breath. Maybe he’s trying to imagine it.
“As this goes on, and you get more and more sore. Oh, sweetheart. What do you think, huh? By the end of my cycle, if I pull you over me and have you sit on my face, how do you think you’ll react? Won’t you just whimper like the sweetest little thing? And won’t I love to see it?”
“Oh,” Craig gasps, and Sam knows he’s shocked him.
Sam strokes his cock until fluid slips out and swipes it over Craig’s hole just before he drips onto the bed.
Craig whimpers at the touch, pressing backward as he tries to impale himself on Sam’s cock. Sam allows it, watching as the head sinks inside and lodges, Craig’s hole spasming madly around it.
“Please, Daddy,” Craig begs.
“Easy, baby. You’ll get it. We’ll get you all wet inside. That will feel so good, won’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Sam hears Craig sniffle. He watches his boy blink back tears, his side profile so strong and manly, and yet his lashes are clumped together with tears, his cheeks are pink with embarrassment, and his lips are bitten red, and he’s just so gorgeous that Sam has to take his own cock in hand. He strokes firmly at the root, coaxing out more pre-come so Craig will be wet enough to fuck.
He tries to keep the head lodged inside since Craig needs it so badly, but the grip on his shaft isn’t quite what he wants, and the need to knot Craig is overwhelming.
“Sorry, sweetheart. You’re gonna have to suffer a little longer,” he groans and pulls out, adjusting his grip and working the base of his cock roughly.
Craig cries out at the loss and shoves his own fingers into his hole, overcome with need, but Sam grabs his wrist and forces him to stop.
“You’re making it worse, kitten. I’ll get you there. All filled up. Be good and let me; we have the same goal.”
“Daddy, I need it,” he says, sounding dejected. Sam’s balls throb, a spasm deep inside, and that’s the sign that he was looking for.
He presses the head in again—in and then out—and is almost instantly leaking heavily in his boy’s hot passage. “There we go,” Sam grunts, watching silken strands of release dripping down Craig’s flushed taint as it leaks out.
Craig reaches back, wanting to hold Sam’s hand. It’s adorable, and of course he allows it, Craig squeezing tightly. He’s restless and struggling to stay still.
“I know, sweet boy. I know.”
The sight of the head of his cock being swallowed, and then the way Craig’s hole opens as he pulls the glans out, is gorgeous. The most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“It’s okay, you made it, babydoll,” Sam moans as he presses in as deep as he can go. He comes weakly, just enough to wet Craig down inside and make the glide easy. Now his knot will expand.
Craig goes limp in relief, his body relaxing now that he’s getting the hormones he needs. It’s exactly how he should be: calm and receptive, passive and heavy in his limbs because his body has one goal—to get hormones in the form of come and release from his Dominant.
This is one of Sam’s favorite moments when he’s with a submissive, and he forces himself to wait and observe. Be patient. “Lovely boy. That took you so sweetly, didn’t it? You got come and release there, didn’t you? And now you can relax and let Daddy fill you up, and you’ll get more. Lucky thing,” he says, putting his thumb just above where they’re joined and stroking gently, feeling the moment something loosens up inside Craig, the way his channel relaxes and accepts, getting ready for the giant knot that he’s going to have to deal with.
“Fuck, there you go,” Sam murmurs and grinds the base of his cock against Craig’s hole. “Perfection, sweetheart. You’re opening up like a dream, princess. Ride that submission, let it take you down.”
He wants to give Craig a bit more time to relax and soften inside, but his knot is swelling, and the urge to breed Craig is riding him hard. “I’m going to move now, sweetheart. Can you take it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he mumbles, relieved, and Sam gives it to him, sinking deep and shoving home, opening him up with a few steady thrusts that leave Craig trembling.
“Too fast, sweetheart?” He pulls out and presses all the way in with one long glide, shoving into him. Craig muffles a sob into the bedding.
“Fuck. That’s right. There you go, good boy.”
“Please, please knot me now,” Craig begs, and there’s something fragile in his tone as if asking has cost him.
“Are you worried I won’t?”
“I… yes,” he confesses.
