Page 82 of The Apprentice
“Yes, Daddy. For you? Always.”
“To think, I nearly let another man steal you. I’m an idiot.” He pressed into me.
I gasped, fingernails scratching at the shelf, and half chuckled, half moaned. “You said it, not me, Daddy Daire.”
He slapped my right asscheek and surged into me so forcefully that my nails dug even deeper into the wood.
“Look at you.” Daire groaned. “Sucking me in like a good boy. All the way to my balls.” As if to make a point, he slammed balls deep into me. I keened, throwing my head back when he struck my prostate. Desire pummeled through me, and the sounds that ripped from my throat would’ve been embarrassing if I was in my right mind, but all I could think about was Daire’s dick in my ass, his fingers digging into the skin of my waist, and his mouth sweeping across my cheek with a warm breath, teasing my skin into goose bumps.
My grip slipped with his next hard thrust, and before I could catch myself, I’d knocked books to the floor. My dick throbbed, and despite the urge to reach down and stroke my length, I couldn’t. Daddy Daire had told me to keep my hands in front of me. I was his good boy so that was exactly what I would do.
“Fuck, you feel so good, boy. Do you know what you’re doing to my cock right now? You’re so tight you’re strangling me. You’re drawing me in, like you want me to live here....”
I shivered as his fingers stroked over my cheek—his soft touch a delicious contrast to the way he ravaged my hole.
“Do you want me to sleep with my dick in your ass, boy? Will you drain my balls dry and beg me to stay inside you?”
I tightened my grip on the shelf so forcefully that the wood dug into my palm. My head dropped forward. Daire tugged on the collar of my shirt and attacked the back of my neck with his teeth. He could litter me with his marks until it hurt to move, and I’d say “Yes, please. Thank you, Daddy.”
He nuzzled my neck, a soft brush of his nose where his teeth had just been. “What do you think, boy? Would you like my dick in you all the time?”
I whimpered. “Yes, Daddy. You’re so wide, Daddy. I can feel you here.” I shoved my hand under my shirt and jacket and laid my palm on my stomach. “You’re rearranging my guts, Daddy Daire.”
“Fuck, boy.” He planted his hands on my hips in a brutal grip and began to hammer into me. His dick slid out, then back home with the kind of force against my prostate that had me screaming. I wanted him to stay inside me forever. Just me and him. Together. “Didn’t I tell you hands in front? I should spank you for breaking the rules.”
I squeezed the shelf again and held on as he slammed into me. While his thrusts were unrelenting, they were controlled. My Daddy knew exactly what he was doing.
Pleasure built at the base of my spine and my stomach tingled. My balls tightened closer to my body, desperate for release.
“Please, Daddy.” I wiped my cheeks and the back of my hand returned with traces of tears. I felt so fucking needy for everything he was willing to give me. “Let me touch myself. Please. I’ve been so good, Daddy.”
I hadn’t. I’d broken the rules a few times already, but I knew my Daddy. He was forgiving.
He growled into my ear, and I cried out as he punched my prostate with another roll of his hips. “You’re such a good boy.Mygood boy. Jerk yourself off, Fifi. Show Daddy how much you love his cock inside your tight little hole.”
I trembled, a wave of desperation flooding me.Finally—the permission I needed. I spat in my palm and jerked my dick fast and hard. My need to come barreled through me as rough as Daire’s dick was fucking me. “So good, Daddy Daire. I love it so much.”
He seized my chin and dragged my face toward him before slamming his mouth against mine. His thrusts were relentless against my prostate and felt so fucking good. I was drowning and burning in pleasure—a desperate shivering mess. My arms wobbled, knees buckled, but before I could fall, my Daddy’s strong arms curled around me to keep me steady.
“Be a good boy and listen to Daddy. Come for me.” He clamped down at the back of my neck, and that was all it took for my world to crash around me in a mind-blowing orgasm. My balls nearly withdrew completely into my body as my release hit me with the force of a semitruck.
Cum splattered across the spines of books and over the shelves.
Daire wasn’t far behind me. His arms squeezed me tighter while he groaned sweet praises into my ear that had my dick twitching before warmth filled my insides.
He rested his forehead on the junction between my neck and shoulder, chest heaving. “Fuck.”
“Did that feel good, Daddy Daire?” I asked.
He laughed and leaned over to kiss me, and I whined into his mouth. “Perfect, boy. You are perfect.”
“Only for you. You’re the one who gets this side of me.” I cuddled back into him, and he hummed.
“Good boy,” he purred. “Now how about we clean up, hmm?”
“Sounds amazing.”
He slid out of me. I quickly turned to grab him by the lapels of his jacket before he could back away. His cock curved up and was shiny from lube and cum.
