Page 101 of Pip and the Shadow Daddy
He slammed in deep, grinding his hips against my ass, and the tip of his cock hit that spot again, sending an electric shock through my spine, making the sconce on the wall vibrate so hard it went clattering to the ground. I cried out, the sound torn from somewhere animal, and he echoed it, a hoarse, needy whine.
“I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna—don’t want—”
He pulled out, his whole body shaking with his determination not to come. Of course. My boy loved being pumped full of my cum. Gently, I eased Pip back, gently squeezing his cock, stopping him just on the edge of orgasm. He let out a rough sob.
“Sorry, baby, I really wanted you to… I just really need your cum,” he whispered, eyes wide.
I leaned down and kissed him. “You felt so good inside me, but I need to come inside my husband. So that works.” I shoved him down, spreading his legs, and slotted myself between his thighs. The want in his blue eyes was delirious, his cock red and leaking against his stomach, his legs splayed shamelessly. He made a broken sound when I gripped his hips and yanked him closer, lining myself up with that greedy, pulsing hole.
“You want to be the little slut now, Pippin?”
He met my eyes, his whole body quivering as iron sang all around us. “Yes please. Oh fuck, I love you so much.”
I drove in, hard enough to shove him up the mattress, all the way to the hilt in one brutal thrust. He screamed, head thrown back, hands clutching at the sheets. He was so slick and open from my fingers that he took me, took all of me, and I saw the way his eyes rolled back in pure, blinding pleasure.
I didn’t give him a chance to adjust. I started to fuck him, brutal and deep, the way I did when I needed to feel him split open around me. Each slam of my hips sent shudders through hiswhole body, and the little noises spilling from his lips were so obscene I thought I’d never get enough of them.
“God, yes,” he gasped. “You’re so deep—oh—harder—”
I bent over him, pinning his wrists to the bed above his head, and slammed into him again. His ass gripped me like a vice, milking every inch as I pounded into him. Every time I bottomed out, I could see him almost black out with ecstasy. His cock leaked, untouched, smearing his belly and the sheets with pre-cum.
“You’re mine,” I hissed in his ear. “My slut.”
He sobbed, wild with it, and ground his hips up to meet my every stroke. “Yours. All yours. And you’re fucking mine.”
I fucked him until he was half-insensible, then flipped him over and hauled his hips up, rutting into him doggy-style while his arms gave out and his face mashed into the sheets. I reached around to fist his cock, stroking it in time with my thrusts, and felt him jerk and clench, right on the edge.
I gripped his hair, pulling his head back so I could growl in his ear. “Come for me, Pip. I want to feel you squeeze around my cock while you make a mess of yourself.”
His whole body went taut, back arching as he screamed through his orgasm. He pulsed in my hand, spilling across the sheets, and his ass clamped so tight around my cock that I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a shuddering groan, I fucked him throughhis orgasm, the world narrowing to nothing but the heat and clutch of his body, the sound of our mingled cries.
I slammed in one last time, buried to the root, and came with a violence I’d never known with anyone but him, stars behind my eyes, the metallic whine of every piece of metal in the building reaching resonance, the smell of sweat and sex, the perfect, filthy feel of my husband underneath me.
We collapsed together, tangled and sticky and shaking. I held him against my body, breathing hard.
“So, you’re into flip fucking?” he asked.
“If that’s what we just did, then yes,” I said, flopping back and hauling him on top of me. “But I suppose I’m into just about everything with you.”
“Mm. I love you so much, baby. Thanks for the honeymoon.” He snuggled close, messy and drowsy and adorable, his hand curled across my chest, his legs thrown over my hips, settling against me the way a sword settles into a scabbard worn to its exact shape.
I laid a hand on his cute little ass and smiled. “So, I noticed Sky wasn’t wearing shorts.”
His head shot up and he glared down at me. “Don’t you dare imply that I was making the whole shorts cultural thing up.”
“I would never.” I kissed the tip of his nose. “I’m far too fond of seeing that cute ass of yours in them.”
