Page 10 of The Apprentice
Daire slapped my ass before his tongue and finger disappeared from my hole. The pumping of the lube and a condom packet ripping open met my ears before something wider pressed against my opening, and it was exactly what I wanted and needed. His cock. The head pushed in, stretching me open with a delicious bite of pain.
He laid his hand on the middle of my back, pushing my chest deeper into the bed as he slid inside me too slowly. I whimpered, bucking toward him so he glided balls deep in with one swift movement, causing us both to groan.
“You’re so tight, boy.” Daire blanketed me with his body, chest against my back, his arms wrapped around me in a tight hug that pressed his cock even deeper.
Home. That’s what Daire felt like. Sloan was my uncle, but Daire was the only one who’d ever made me feel like I was worth something. He didn’t baby me, but he told me when I was doing well, praised me when I deserved it.
He was a true Daddy.
Daire’s lips met my shoulder and he sucked a bruise into my skin, deep and satisfying in a pleasurable pain that had me rocking back against him.
“Daddy.” My fingers curled in the bedsheets, and I gripped them tightly, electric currents of lust shooting through me and making my limbs ache. I shivered, fighting the urge to roll my hips and begging him to move. I gave in and did exactly that.
“Shh, boy.” He trailed kisses over my shoulders and licked across the back of my neck. “Patience.”
I whimpered and tilted my ass up farther. “Please, Daddy. I need you. Please move.”
He laughed hotly into my ear and sucked the top of it into his mouth. His cock was heavy in my hole, thick and warm, and his body was the same as it covered mine.
Every touch that came from him was magnetic, and I was drawn into his presence the same as a pyromaniac to fire. Would he burn me? If he did, I’d let it happen.
Finally, he sat back on his knees and began a gentle pace. His cock slid in and out of my hole with the rock of his hips, and his hands clasped my waist, holding me still. The stretch and pressure of his shaft created an addicting friction, and my world centered on the feeling of my Daddy inside me, opening me up for our pleasure.
I threw my head back, and as if shifting on instinct, his hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing. I moaned and pursed my lips, and he tilted his head to press his mouth to mine. We kissed hungrily as his thrusts intensified. The gentle rocking was replaced with a hard punch of his hips against mine, his balls slapping my skin and his cock driving home.
The moment he pegged my prostate, my world turned on its axis, and a carnality assaulted me. I shouted, and he removed his hand from my neck to slap it over my mouth. I nibbled the skin on his palm and moaned again when he continued to hammer at my most sensitive spot.
“So good for me, boy. Look at you, Fionn, so fucking beautiful with your back arched and your ass in the air.” He slammed forward, the head of his cock beating my prostate again. “Do you feel that? My hard cock inside you. That’s what you do to me. You’re so fucking sexy, boy.”
His words came with a soft sentiment, and it took all my effort not to fall prey to them. He didn’t mean it. I was nothing more than a hole he used and abused before he left when the act was done. He played a role, and I’d started this all those years ago. I’d tempted him and given him a free meal—me.
The hand covering my mouth went to my hip, and his fingers dug into the crevice near my hip bone, nails biting my flesh and marking me as his.
“So pretty, boy. I wish you could see your hole swallowing my cock.”
I shuddered at the praise mixed in with the dirty talk and opened my hand to spit on my palm. Unsteadily, I reached under my body to wrap my fist around my cock. I rocked back to meet his thrusts, the low thrumming pleasure building up in my balls. My orgasm tickled my sack, teasing how close I was to erupting.
“Daddy Daire, please come in me.Please. I’m being a good boy for you.” I reached behind me with the hand not jerking my cock and grabbed one of my asscheeks, tugging it to open myself more for him. “Give it to me. I need it.”
“Youhavebeen good, haven’t you?” He kissed across my shoulders again and paused to bruise the back of my neck with a sharp bite, and I hissed. “Show me how much you want it. Come for me first. Squeeze that tight little hole around Daddy’s cock. Milk what you want from me.”
“Yes, Daddy Daire. I’ll do anything for you. Anything.”
I was so close already. Tightening my grip on my cock, I rolled my ass back to meet his thrusts as I began to stroke myself faster. Intense heat exploded inside me as my orgasm hit hard. My balls tightened and I squeezed my hole as cum shot from my slit and splattered across the bed beneath me.
His grip on my hip tightened and he thrust roughly inside, his ball sack smacking against mine. We moaned simultaneously, and he stilled, a low growl vibrating from his throat as the condom filled up in me.
I wished I could feel the heat of his cum, but we never had sex with the rubber.
“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you.” I gripped the sheets and sobbed into them as he smoothed a hand along my back and swooped down to place a kiss on my shoulder.
“You’re a good boy, Fionn. You made me proud.”
I shuddered, and while I wish I could blame it on him sliding out of me, I knew it was because of his words.
Proud.
I fucking loved that word, especially coming from Daire.
