…and again
…and again.
My cock got harder with each spank, pleasure blinding me the same way it always did. The heat that ripped its way through my body burned whatever was in its path, and I was left with nothing but the ability to feel.
Even breathing was a challenge when he played with me like this, and though my mouth was wide open, I still gasped against his wet skin, choking on the moans and whimpers he loved so much.
“Fuck, baby, I love when you get loud for me.”
The feel of his finger sinking inside of me was familiar now, but no matter how many times he’d done it, it never felt any less incredible. I squirmed with the minor stretch, quaking violently when he quirked his finger, sweeping it slowly across my prostate.
“Scream for me, sweetheart, and I’ll give you another.”
I screamed, spine curling as I did so.
“Good boy.” He crooned. “Fuck,you’re so responsive. Aren’t you, Kitten? You love Daddy’s fingers in you, hmm?”
I nodded.
A second finger joined the first one. It was wide and… wet?
“Da… daddy?”
“I came prepared, sweetheart.” He grunted and increased the pressure. The lube made it easy, and not for the first time, I wondered why I never used the stuff before. It felt good,incredible,and I swore I was floating.
I thrust backward, choking on my moans and unintelligible pleas. He pumped his fingers in time with my eager thrusts, whispering in my ear. Every so often, he’d twist those fingers and force them a little deeper.
“Daddy,ohmygod.”
He stroked my back with his free hand, dropping kisses along the column of my neck. “How about another, Kitten? Can you take more?”
“Please.”
The intensity disappeared, and I was left feeling empty. The suddenness of it was so overwhelming, I cried out.
“Shh, baby. I know. Daddy’s getting more lube, and I’ll be right back.”
It felt like forever, but I knew it couldn’t have taken more than a second or two for him to squeeze more lube on his fingers and toss the bottle on the pile of towels he’d likely hidden it in.
He entered me slower this time, pumping those fingers in and out of my butt at a pace that left me a quivering, desperate mess.
“There we go, sweetheart. Nice and full.” Daddy crooned, rubbing my lower back.
“I’m a… good boy.” I gasped. The burn of the extra finger disappeared almost as soon as I felt it, and now I just ached.Everywhere.
“You’re a perfect boy, baby.” He said, pumping his fingers a little faster. “Are you getting sticky for me?”
Ohmygod.“So sticky, Daddy. It hurts.”
“I know, sweetheart, but you like it when your cocks hurt for daddy, don’t you? You want to throb a little bit?”
I groaned. “Yes.”
“A little longer, baby, and then I’ll let you come. Daddy likes his fingers buried in your ass too much.”
“Fu.. fuck me, Daddy. Please. I’ve been good.So good.”I babbled, rocking backward. His fingers felt heavy where they pumped in and out of me, and my cock twitched for relief, but it wasn’t enough. Not anymore. “Daddy, I’m ready. I can take it. I want it.Need it.Please.”
“Shh.” He continued petting me, up and down my spine in even, calming strokes. “Shh, baby, it’s okay. You don’t have to beg. Daddy’s gonna give you want but you have to help me, okay? Just for a minute.”