Page 73 of Surrender

“Yes, you are,” I say quietly. I want to stay just like this, but I know we both need release—in more ways than one. I grip his ass and guide him to lift up. “Fuck yourself on me, pretty fox,” I murmur. “Be a good boy and show Daddy how much you need him.”

Fox groans loudly, but he obeys, shakily lowering himself and rising up again.

I continue to press his bruises, and I can feel his cock smearing precum all over my stomach.

He still hasn’t looked at me, though, keeping his head buried against my shoulder.

I stroke his hair for a moment, not wanting to shake him out of his daze. I want him to stay this way, lost in this space where everything is perfect and there are no thoughts other than pleasure. He deserves it, maybe more than anyone I’ve ever been with.

He deserves to be cared for.

He deserves to be loved.

“Fox,” I whisper, holding him so he can’t keep moving. “Look at me. Kiss me.”

And my beautiful boy, who’s been hiding all this time, lifts his head up. His face is blotchy, his cheeks are wet with tears, and his eyes are as red as his beautiful hair, but he looks at me without a second thought and leans in to kiss me.

The kiss starts out soft, sweet, but I can’t keep it that way. I’m too needy, too demanding, and I want his lips to be as bruised and swollen as his ass is. I press the kiss, press him, and my fingers tighten in his red, red hair. It goes perfectly with the rest of the red on his skin right now, something I can’t help but admire when I pull away slightly to gaze at him.

“Keep fucking me,” I urge him when he slows, distracted by the kiss. “Don’t stop. You’re going to make Daddy come. Don’t you want that? Then Daddy can make his boy come, and we can lie here in pleasure and think of nothing but each other.”

“Y-yeah,” Fox says, although I’m not sure he realizes what he’s agreeing to. Either way, he starts moving again, and his ass tightens around me when I squeeze his cheeks. The pleasure is threatening to overwhelm me, but I don’t want this moment to end.

“My perfect boy,” I say, kissing him again.

Fox sobs into the kiss, opening up for me once more.

We go on like that, time passing in slow motion, until finally I can hold back no longer. I groan and clutch his bruised ass even more tightly before spilling into him, shuddering with sheer ecstasy as I take my boy—my good boy, who’s obedient for me alone, who’s only perfect for me.

“Come for me,” I rasp against his lips, slowly stroking his cock—and scratching the sensitive head.

Fox howls and comes all over my hand, his back arching. His exposed neck is too tempting, and I nip at it while he orgasms.

When he’s done, he slumps forward and brings his arms up around me again, clinging even more tightly than before.

I hold him just as firmly, keeping him grounded in my arms. I nuzzle him, resisting the urge to bite him again, if only barely. “Let’s lie down,” I tell him in a murmur. I should get up, clean us both up, but the way he’s holding me… I don’t want to make him release me. Hell, I don’t want to release him.

I maneuver us until I’m lying on the bed with Fox on top of me, my softening cock slowly sliding out of him. Fox whimpers and tightens his hole like he wants to keep me inside him.

“I know,” I whisper. “I know, Fox. I want to be inside you always. Just… give me a few minutes.” I let out a laugh. I’m not as young as I used to be, that’s for sure. But I wish I could give him that.

I keep stroking his head, and despite Fox’s efforts, my cock does slip out. I can feel some of my cum dribble out of him, too, but I definitely don’t have the energy to clean us up. I just want to lie here with my boy.

I’m starting to drift when I feel Fox bite my collar. I blink, my hand going to his hair to pull him back. I’m a bit dazed, half-conscious, and it takes me several seconds to get out, “Fox?”

He glares at me with his reddened eyes. “Are you going to make me cry every time?” he asks with a huff.

“Maybe,” I tell him, releasing my tight hold on his hair so I can simply stroke it. “I love your tears. I love hearing you say how good you are for me—only me, not anyone else.”

Fox groans and rests his head on my shoulder again. “Nobody else would think I was good, anyway. Not after…” His nails dig into my chest. “Fuck, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You might feel better if you do,” I say, letting him hurt me, just a little, in exchange for hurting him so badly only moments before.

“It’s fucking stupid. I was just a kid. But I was supposed to hide. If I’d been… if I’d done what my brother had asked. Even Corbin kept saying it. If I’d been… good,” and he sneers at that word, “…maybe he wouldn’t have found me at all.”

“Don’t you think that even if you’d hidden, he’d have found you?” I ask quietly, stroking his back. “He knew about your brother. He knew about your whole family. He knew you existed, Fox. He wouldn’t have left you alone, no matter what you did. Corbin was just fucking with your head by trying to get you to believe you messed up.”

“Well, it worked. I’m fucking messed up.” He lifts his head to glare at me again. “If you try to make me go to therapy, I will shoot the therapist.”

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