Page 39 of Camping with the Boss

I start to protest against having to wait, but he sweeps me back onto his lap. “So needy.” He tears open the packet and coats his fingers. My hole throbs with anticipation as he bends his knees and spreads his legs. He motions for me to do the same. “Now lean back. That’s it. Let Daddy see your greedy little hole.”

I bite my lip to keep from whining at his words. I lean back and draw my knees up, exposing myself to his heated gaze. He traces a finger down my leg and flicks it against my hole. Holy shit. My eyes beg for more.

“Ready?” At my nod, he squeezes lube onto his fingers and presses his thumb against my rim. “Open for me, baby.”

I’ve experimented. A lot. But his fingers are thicker than mine, so it takes longer than I want to adjust as he presses inside.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. That’s it. Relax. Let me all the way in.”

My body obeys, and I groan at the feeling of being full. He’s all the way in, but he stops. And waits—and I’m not having it. “More. Please, Daddy.”

“Soon, baby.” His face is strained. He’s holding back.

I push against his finger and whisper in his ear, “Fuck me, Daddy.”

He lets out a strangled cry and begins pushing his finger in and out while thrusting his cock against my ass. He crooks his finger and pleasure bursts through me. So good. He adds another finger, opening me further. The pressure and need build, and I can’t focus on anything but this. My ass filled. The scent of his sweat and the sight of him—mouth open, eyes intense—the feel of him as he shifts and his cock rubs against my ass. He moves me back and his cock pops between us. Almost purple and throbbing. He slides it against mine and pleasure shoots through me. “Uhh, Daddy.”

“Touch me,” Wade says through gasps, and I wrap my smaller hand around his cock. It throbs and more precum beads at the slit. “Grab both.”

I wrap my hand us, but it’s too dry. Swiping the bead of moisture from his cockhead—and resisting the urge to taste it—I use it to ease the slide of our cocks together. Oh God.

We get a rhythm going as Wade pumps his fingers into my ass and I stroke our cocks. As I get closer to the edge, my thrusts become jerky. I need more and more as the pleasure barrels through me, gaining in intensity and… “God, please. Yes, Daddy, yes. Don’t stop. Oh. Oh, ooooh, yesss.”

My balls tighten as the pleasure peaks, shooting my release over my hand. Wade’s stomach. His chest. There’s even some on his face.

I’m still drunk from my release when Wade comes, but I try to memorize the way he looks all fucked out. The smell of our sex. His ragged breaths.

He cleans us afterward, not letting me help. And then he snuggles against me, spooning my body with his. “That was amazing, Can. How—did you—was it okay?”

How is he so sweet? I pull his hand to my lips and kiss his fingers. “It was perfect. Thank you.”

He pulls me tighter against him. “You did get very…vocal at the end. And a bit demanding.”

“Oh.” Humiliation—and not the good kind—washes over me. I squirm in his arms.

“No. Be still, Can.”

His Daddy voice stops me. And I wait for his reprimand.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” He chuckles. “It was fucking hot, but we do need to work on your restraint and your ability to listen to Daddy.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” He enjoyed it. That’s what he said, but my brain tells me something else. I disappointed him.

“Stop, baby.” He tips my chin. His eyes are full of warmth and acceptance. “You did so well. So well.”

Happiness floods through me.

“But that doesn’t mean there won’t be lessons. Lots and lots of lessons.”

“Will they involve spankings?”

He tries to look stern. “Yes.”

“And…” I bite my lip and smile. “Rewards?”

He laughs. “What kind of rewards?”

I shrug. “Kissing. Touching. More licking. And I’d really like…” So embarrassing. But I say it anyway. “I want your cock in my mouth. Just to hold it. Cherish it.”

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