Page 71 of The Truth of Loving You

Cole silently undressed and I couldn’t read his expression. I licked my lips as his large cock bobbed up and down after he freed it. All my thoughts turned to getting myself naked for him.

“Let me,” Cole said, unbuttoning my shirt and removing the rest of my clothes. “You don’t have to suck me off because I bought you groceries, baby.” He stretched out next to me, propped up on an elbow, tracing my dragon tattoo with his index finger.

“Ineeda belly full of your cum,” I said, half hysterical. Calling me baby was new and he must’ve realized how much I fucking adored it. I needed his body to reassure me.

“You’re going to kill me,” he said, studying me. “Don’t move. I’ll fuck your face.”

I cried out in relief as he maneuvered his dick to my mouth and planked over me. His moan washed over me, calming every doubt and fear. The flavor of his pre-cum burst in my mouth, sending me into a frenzy. Swallowing him down, I held him in place as I gagged.

He could choke me to death with his dick, and I’d have no regrets.

The desire to have him inside me outweighed sense and physical ability. A stream of nonstop obscenities spewed out of Cole. He slowed too much for my liking, but we found a pace that satisfied us and wouldn’t accidentally unalive me.

I’d driven Cole to the brink.

“Take it. Take your daddy’s cock, Pretty Boy,” he growled. “You want your daddy to fill you up with my cum, don’t you.”

Stuffed full of Cole with my own dick leaking all over my belly, I did something I’d never done before. I reached around and stroked his hole. He reacted immediately and thrust his hips violently with a breathy moan of “fuuuuucckkkkk.”

“Dirty, Pretty Boy, you want it all. You want my cock and my ass. It’s yours, baby. Everything is yours. I’m yours, Shane.” And with that declaration, Cole shot down my throat, and I worked hard to swallow the never-ending stream.

“Daddy,” I panted, struggling not to come. My dick ached, ready to explode.

“I have a present for you.” Cole’s gravelly voice gave away his excitement. “Roll over.”

I hurried to comply, noticing a bag on the nightstand that must contain my present. Both his calloused hands ran down the length of my body from shoulders to ass. His light touches became a deeper massage. My muscles loosened under his capable palms.

When I was loose and whimpering with need, I heard him pop open a bottle of lube. He stretched my hole as usual, but I tensed at the feeling of a cold object.

“You’re going to love it. The stretch might sting when it goes in but,” Cole barked out a laugh at the double entendre, “it will be worth it. You have to keep your leg still, so you don’t hurt your ankle.”

Cole eased the plug into me, and his body enveloped mine and everything about him felt comfortable: his scent, his weight, the roughness of his hands.

“There you go. Relax and enjoy.” Cole’s breath fanned over my ear.

The plug was smooth and not as big as several of his fingers, so it wasn’t hard to acquiesce and enjoy Cole’s closeness. My body ached for the day he would fuck me again, and this was a spectacular step in that direction.

After the plug was seated in my ass, Cole reached for something, and immediately it began vibrating. A long moan and a string of expletives left my mouth. I’d never felt anything like it. Then he turned the vibration up.

“Mother of sex on a stick animal indecency,” I spewed nonsensically.

“Your moans are music to my ears. I need to overdose you with orgasms that I control without hurting your ankle.” He gently rolled me to watch my expressions.

My muscles shook in the effort to hold back my orgasm. He experimented with the intensity of the vibration and my cock leaked all over my belly. Cole knew exactly when to dial it back. The plug, which seemed small going in now, controlled every part of my body including my brain.

It filled me and pleasure spread, humming through every cell in my body. He enjoyed watching my effort not to come until he told me. He edged me for what felt like a century.

Cole swallowed my cock, pinning my hips to the bed until I was all the way down his throat. Sounds spewed out of my mouth, and I knew I’d break any second.

“Come down Daddy’s throat like a good boy,” Cole ordered.

We both loved calling him my Daddy. It added another layer of intimacy and trust to our relationship.

I let the tension in my body go, and white-hot bliss tore through me as I unloaded into Cole’s mouth.

“You make me so proud,” he said, running his hands over my trembling muscles. “Daddy’s going to take your plug out and come all over your hole.” Goosebumps appeared all over my body at the thought. He hitched my good leg over his arm, so my ass was open to him. “You want Daddy’s cum, don’t you!”

“Pleeeaaseeeeee.”

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