“Daddy.” My thighs quaked. “Please.”
“Shhh.” He soothed, even as he dipped his head lower, dragging his tongue in circles around my rim. “Fuck, you taste good.”
One finger breached me, pumping at a fuckingglacialpace. “You’re still open, baby. Still swollen from my cock. Do you ache, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
He stilled, and Ifeltthe retreat before it happened. Surging upward, I caught his lips. “Not because I’m sore. Because I’m empty.”
“Fuck.” He cursed.
Air punched from my chest when he yanked me upright, planting my feet on the ground. With a hand between my shoulder blades, he pushed until my chest and cheek were against the counter.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
He kicked my feet wide, pressing kisses along the divot of my spine as he pushed two fingers inside me. My cock dripped with pre-cum, thighs trembling as I thrust back against him.
“More, Daddy, please.”
“The lube is upstairs.”
“I don’t care,” I panted. “I want to feel you every time I breathe today, Henry.Please.”
“Goddamnit.”
Curling his fingers inside me, he brushed against my prostate. My body convulsed in a full shudder, the pleasure not enough and too much all at once.
Taking my cock in his hand, he pumped in time with the thrust of his fingers. My jaw fell slack, and I wanted to beg himto fuck me, but every word I seemed to know a few minutes ago left my mind.
An overwhelming rush of ecstasy robbed me of my ability to think.
To breathe.
I erupted inside his hand, gasping for air.
“Good boy,” he muttered. “Good fucking boy.”
And then I felt it… the hot rush of his seed spilling out across my hole as his groan echoed through the kitchen. My cock twitched, more come dribbling from the tip.
A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest, and he dragged his knuckle along the length of my thigh, scooping up his come and pushing it inside me.
“There you go, baby. Now you can be full of me all day.”
Ohmygod.
“You—you distracted me with your sinful fingers. I wanted your cock.”
He brushed my hair off my temples. “Are you complaining?”
“No,” I burst out, and he laughed.
Who the hell complained about orgasms? I was going to need an hour and some carbs before I remembered how to spell my name.
“Baby, keeping you safe is non-negotiable for me. If you want my cock inside you, I’ll stuff you full of lube, and you can sit on it all damn day.”
Christ.
“Someone likes that idea.” He teased, kissing along the back of my neck before helping me to stand. “You want to be my cock warmer, sweetheart?”