Page 25 of Soothed By Daddy
With a sound somewhere between a growl and a groan, Daddy captured my mouth in a searing kiss. My brain decided that was enough for the day, and I gave myself over to the sensation. There was no reason to think about tomorrow because that was future George’s problem. Right now, all I wanted was to follow the wave until it crashed against the shoreline. My body melted against his, and I slumped with my legs unable to hold me. I was boneless. My towel gave up, dropped to the floor, and I was left naked. Daddy wore shorts that hung so low he was barely covered. I felt in good company.
There was an exception to my bonelessness, and it was currently in Daddy’s hand. His fingertips glided over my shaft like it was something special. Something precious. Daddy’s thumb rubbed over my cockhead, and a bead of precum smeared across the tip. I stifled a moan, but then he dropped to swipe his tongue across it, and that was it. I was a goner.
“Careful, baby, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” Daddy said as he lowered me gently onto his bed. Splayed in front of him, his eyes devoured me like a prize. I’d never felt so desired or so powerful.
8
CYRUS
Sucking on George was my second-favorite thing in the world. He always made the most appreciative sounds while he writhed under me. A close third was when he suckled me. But always in the top spot was the after. When George was sated, either because his tummy was full or because he’d come down my throat and filled mine, he was soft and pliant.
I slipped his cock into my mouth for a firm tug. By now, I knew exactly how George liked it. He wasn’t one for tentative touches. He liked the firmness, the purposeful touch, and I was happy to give it to him. What started as sighs devolved into babble, and that’s when I knew George was close. Like now, he called me Daddy and made all sorts of promises about being a good boy if I’d get him off.
“Daddy, I want more,” George pleaded.
I pulled off his dick. “Use all your words, baby. Tell me what you want.”
I licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the leaky tip. He was flushed red, and even though we’d just left the bathroom,his skin was slick with sweat. The salty bite of his skin made me crave George more.
“You,” he panted. “I want all of you in me.”
“My baby needs to be fucked?”
“Yes, oh my god, yes. Fuck me, Daddy.” George’s hips swayed up from the bed and the taut skin of his body was far too much of a temptation to tease.
Saying no wasn’t even an option. Every part of me wanted the same thing. There was no point in pretending to myself that this would be a one-off situation. I’d be back here again and again.
“Baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good,” I promised.
Next time, we could go slow, but tonight, I needed to feel George surrounding me as much as he needed to be filled. I snagged the bottle of lube from the bedside table and poured some over my fingers. George’s hips writhed against the bed until I tossed one of his legs over my shoulder so I had complete access to him.
George’s tight rosebud was a beacon. I teased it with a fingertip, and his sharp intake of breath was followed by a harsh whoosh. I eased a finger inside him up to my first knuckle. His gasps turned into groans. George bore down on my finger and tried to work it farther into himself. With a chuckle, I obliged, and his satisfied smile warmed something inside me I had forgotten existed.
My ex had done a number on me, but I hadn’t been a big fan of relationships before him either. It was convenient to blame him, but mostly, I lacked interest in them. Of course George wasn’t my boyfriend, but he was definitely my friend, and I’d neverbeen happier than when he was around. But right now? It was time to make him feel an entirely different kind of good.
I worked my finger in until I felt the tight ring of muscles that protected his channel loosen. When I added a second, then a third, George panted his need with sharp thrusts to meet my hand. With one foot firmly planted on the bed and his other leg draped over the crook of my arm, every part of him was open to me. He was splayed before me, and I hardly knew where to look. Every bit of him was a delicious-looking morsel I wanted to taste.
A fucking morsel? I didn’t even know who I was around George. He didn’t care that I worked construction and drank cheap domestic beer in a can. He didn’t flaunt his money, but I knew he did pretty well for himself. Shit, he’d paid cash for the house, and while he said it had left him strapped, over a cider, the fancy imported kind in a bottle from his fridge, he’d admitted it was more about not having the cushion he was used to having in the bank. The same with renting the apartment–he’d fixed it up right away so he could rebuild his cushion quickly. His broke and my broke were not the same.
But George keened when I took his leaky cockhead into my mouth, and that shit had to be worth something.
“Daddy, I need you. Please, please, please.”
I pulled off long enough to say, “You’ve got me, baby.” I flicked my fingers to stretch him a little more. George’s body count wasn’t any of my damn business, but I knew damn well it had been a while for him, and the last thing I wanted was to hurt him. When he walked funny tomorrow, I wanted him to be smiling about it, not annoyed that I hadn’t prepped him enough.
Whatever intentions I had for prolonging this sweet torture went out the window with his pleas. I grabbed the condom, tore the wrapper with my teeth, and rolled it over my painfully hard cock. I’d studiously avoided touching myself because I knew how close I was to the edge, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself. George was far too much of a temptation to take the risk.
With the condom on, I drizzled more lube on my shaft and his sweet hole. When George felt the tip of my cock against his hole, he immediately thrust himself up. “Careful, baby. Take a breath and bear down.”
I pushed into him, and the intrusion pulled a hiss from between his lips. While George adjusted to the fullness, I trailed my fingers along his slightly softened dick. The head was shiny with precum, so I used my thumb to spread it across him.
George breathed through the burn until his cock thickened again. The urge to rail George almost overwhelmed me, but I’d be damned if I moved a muscle before he was ready.
“Daddy, you gotta move,” George said. The hitch in his voice was clearly more about need than any previous discomfort. And no further request was needed.
His tight channel enveloped my cock, and I made small movements to allow him to become accustomed to the intrusion, teasing me as much as him. His whimpers spurred me to go faster and let us both find the release we craved.
I repositioned George’s leg higher on my shoulder so I could be buried as deep in his ass as possible. My hips started slow until his desperate pleas spurred me to a desperate pace. The head of my cock brushed against the walnut gland inside him. His keening noises ricocheted around the room, and I thrust overand over again. His leaky cock bounced against his stomach, leaving a trail of sticky liquid pooling there.
