Page 81 of Losing his Daddy

Ignoring my pleas, he ripped my shirt over my head as he went to my other side. He continued leaving a trail of bites while his hand reached into my underwear and wrapped around my cock. One stroke of his hand had me feeling like a teenager all over again.

I yelped, then latched my hand onto his wrist. “I’m too close.”

He sucked another mark onto my neck. “No, Precious. You can come now. I’m still going to fill your ass until you’re cum drunk.”

I shivered at the visual he painted. Was it enticing? Hell yes. But could I do it? I’d never felt cum drunk, so how would I even know?

“You’re overthinking,” he said when I didn’t respond right away. “Relax and let me take care of you. I know you prefer to serve; however, I think in this instance, I need to be the one to lead. Next time, you can take the reins all you want.”

There was no other answer besides “Yes, Sir.”

With my permission, he took his time savoring my body inch by inch. He bit, sucked, stroked, and soothed me, inside and out. There wasn’t a place he didn’t touch and explore.

I came with a shout, my release painting the inside the fabric of my underwear. He slipped them off me, then continued his journey to cover my body in proof of his desire.

By the time he’d gotten out the lube and prepped my ass, I was nearly weeping. It wasn’t because of any pain. More that Ididn’t know it could be so good. I had no idea what I’d been holding out for.

Ok, so that was untrue.

Emotionally, I’d been closed off. While I’d let him in to some parts of me, I still kept other things aloof. Taking him to the ranch, letting him meet my family, it tore away the last of the hesitation I felt about us.

“I’m going to show you how much I love you, Gerald Grimes. I’ll prove to you just how precious you are with every thrust and every mark on your body. Understand?”

I nodded blindly as I tilted my hips further up, my hole practically begging for him. When his crown slid past the first ring, I almost screamed for him to stop. It had been so long, and I was too tight. My body was punishing me for the celibacy I’d taken up in my grief.

“Breathe, Precious. I don’t want to hurt you anymore than necessary. Let me in. Let me love you.”

I tried. Really, I did try.

But nothing I did worked. I still felt like he was splitting me in half.

As if he had a direct line to my body, Sir leaned over to press his forehead against mine. He spoke softly, as if he were telling me a secret.

“You’re so perfect. I can’t believe I get to call you mine. I’m going to spend the rest of your life and mine loving you. I want to build a family with you. I want to have a home with you. You were never just an employee. My heart was yours the minute we met. I can’t get enough of you. I miss you when you’re away. Fuck, I miss you when you leave the room. I’m desperate, Precious. Desperate to be everything you deserve, to show you just how good life can be.”

My body came loose with each promise, with each vow. He eased forward slowly, never stopping his praise even as he bottomed out.

I gasped at the fullness. “Sir, please move. Do… something. Anything.”

Always one to fulfill my needs, he did as I asked. He moved.

His hips pulled back before thrusting forward in a devastatingly unhurried pace. He repeated the move immediately, and then for a third time.

I lost count after that, my pleasure too powerful for any logical activity like counting. My cock came back to life, any idea of a refractory period long forgotten thanks to how good Sir was making me feel.

He went on and on, never speeding up and never pressing for more than I gave. While some might have asked for even more, I couldn’t. I was too far gone.

When I finally did speak again, it was to warn him. “Close,” I breathed as my balls drew up, and my spine tingled in that long-forgotten way.

“Close? Are you about to come for me, Precious? You going to show me how good I make you feel? You going to squeeze that ass tight around my cock so I can fill this little hole up with cum? You’ll be marked in every way then. On the inside and out, you’re mine.”

I fractured into a million pieces. Every atom of my body tore apart, then reknit itself into a new being. I couldn’t breathe, yet I felt like my lungs were overflowing with oxygen.

“There you go. Let me have it. I want every drop.” I could hear Sir’s broken words through the chaos of my erratic moaning. It only served to prolong the orgasm.

By the time I was done, we were both splattered with my release. I felt sticky from all the cum and sweat. When Sir went to move, I could tell it was just as messy where we wereconnected too. Nothing had made it out of that experience without getting marked in some way, just like he’d said.

“Now we have to get cleaned up,” he told me with a soft laugh. “After that, we’ll nap, eat, and then I want inside you again. Deal?”

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