Page 54 of Spencer's Satisfaction
“Can you show Daddy how you play with yourself at home?”
I almost come from the question alone. “Y-yes,” I stammer, trying to form actual words instead of incoherent sounds. “I…yes, Daddy.”
He groans appreciatively and steals another deep, delicious, probing kiss. “Good boy, Anthony.”
Then he presses the pre-slicked dildo into my hand and guides it down to my ass. I whimper as he removes his fingers, and my hand trembles as I push the bulbous head of the toy past the loosened rim of muscles. With my eyes closed, I can’t see Spencer’s expression, but I can hear thesnickof the bottle of lube again, and then his light moans and murmurings as I sink the toy inside me, enjoying the burn of the additional girth.
“Oh, fuck,Tony,” he says in a strangled voice, and I force myself to open my eyes.
I’m so glad that I do, because he’s stroking his cock while he watches me languidly fuck myself with the toy, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve seen yet.
I adjust the angle of the dildo and plant my feet on the mattress so I can arch my back and then: “Yes, fuck, there!”I cry out, having managed to stimulate my prostate. I repeat the movement and see stars, my cock dribbling the evidence of how much I’m enjoying this down my shaft and onto my stomach, neglected but still close to the edge.
“D-daddy,” I pant, increasing the speed of the thrusts of the toy, “Sp-spencer…”
I want to pull the toy out and beg for his cock, but I can’t find the words or the willpower to do so. Even though I so badly want him to fuck me, I’m so close as it is. I whine with the indecision.
“It’s okay, angel. I’ve got you.” Spencer stills my hand and helps pull the toy from my body, then settles between my spread thighs. “Traffic light?”
“Fucking green, Spencer,” I all but cry, missing the feeling of being filled. “Fuck me. Please. Please, Daddy, just…ohh…”
He doesn’tlookthat much bigger than the dildo, but he definitely feels a lot bigger.
“Breathe and bear down, angel. That’s it,” he instructs in a low, soothing voice, his lips brushing my ear. “Good boy, good boy…fuck, you’re so tight.”
I can’t describe quite what I’m feeling, but the initial pain of being stretched further than I’m used to achieving with only my toys begins to give way to pleasure. I feel stuffed full of Spencer and imagine I can feel the heat of his hot, hard cock pulsing inside me.
I’m so glad that I’d previously told him I wanted to do this bare. The feeling of flesh inside flesh is so damn good. A condom would have felt too…plastic, I guess. And with me being a virgin before being with Spencer, and him testing negative for STIs, we were both happy to go without prophylactics. I don’t know how I’ll handle the sensory aspect of his cum inside me, but if it turns out I hate it, he can pull out next time or something. (But I haven’t hated the feel of his cum anywhere else on my body yet, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem.)
Spencer bottoms out and stays still, giving me time to adjust even though I can see him quivering with the effort of not moving, his arms braced on either side of my head kind of like he’s going to do pushups.
“Are you okay?” he asks quietly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort.
I lift my head up from the pillow to nuzzle our noses together affectionately. “Better than okay,” I assure him, then kiss his lips lightly. “You can move.”
He starts off slow, dragging his cock out of me at an even more glacial pace than when he slid in. He pulls almost the entire way out, the head of his cock catching on my rim and making me gasp, before he glides back inside again.
Spencer picks up the pace after a few more movements, shifting his weight on his arms and the angle of his thrusts. He grazes my prostate and I cry out as intense jolts of pleasure spark from inside me, travelling up my spine and through my extremities. Then he repeats the movement. Over and over and over again.
“Sp-Da-ungh,” I moan incoherently, each deep, forceful thrust of his cock pushing the breath from my lungs, making it difficult for me to form words or think straight. I’m teetering right on the edge of coming, the pleasure inside me having built up to a tension I’m intimately familiar with now, coiled tight and desperate to snap.
“Touch yourself, baby,” Spencer demands, his voice deep and breathy all at once. I open my eyes and look up at him, my breath hitching at how dark his eyes have gotten, at how intense his own expression is. He captures my mouth in a deep, rough kiss, then pulls back to say, “I’m close. Need you to come first, honey.”
How he can look so debauched and animalistic and then call me ‘honey’ so sweetly, I’ll never know.
I reluctantly pull one of my hands -which had been gripping his hips for dear life- away and wrap it around my aching, leaking dick.
“D-daddy,” I whine without conscious thought, the sound ripped from me as the touch to my cock sends me flying over the precipice of my orgasm, ropes of cum shooting between our sweaty bodies. Some lands on my chest and splatters up near my chin. More shots find their way to Spencer’s stomach and chest above me. I close my eyes again and whimper“Daddy”with every spurt that leaves my body. “Daddy,daddy,daddy…”
“Good boy.” He pants above me, and I feel his lips meet the fevered flesh of my forehead, even while his hips continue to rock into me. “You’re such a good boy, sweetheart. Fuck, look at you. God, Tony.Tony.I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” I arch my back for him. “Come. Come inside me, Daddy. Do it. Please. Fill me up.” I don’t know where the actual fuck that comes from, but it seems to be the right thing to say in the moment, because Spencer shouts and swears and, with one final thrust into me, stills as his cock pulses and jerks with his release.
He’s careful not to squash me as he lowers himself down on top of me, pressing sloppy kisses over my collarbone and neck and mouth. I can taste my cum on his tongue and belatedly realize that he’d been lapping up some of the mess I made only a minute or so ago.
“I love you,” he says when we part for air, nuzzling the side of my face with his.
“I love you, too,” I sigh.
