Page 36 of His Dad Will Do
He leans over me again, reaching for the lube in the nightstand drawer. This time, I’m concentrating too much on not coming to lick at his nipple, but he doesn’t seem to mind. When he settles again in between my thighs, he reaches for the plug still inside me.
He draws it out halfway—ever so slowly—until the widest part is stretching me open, and stops there.
“I can’t wait to be inside you, baby boy.”
I can’t wait, either. I whimper as he pushes the plug back in. He pumps it in and out a few more times and I pull my legs higher and tighter. “Fuck me, Daddy. Please.”
He chuckles and draws the plug out again. This time, it pops all the way out and I’m suddenly empty and bereft.
“Shhh,” Daddy whispers. “I’m right here, baby.”
Thick fingers nudge at my hole—two of them, I think. He presses them in slowly and I hear myself moan so loud the neighbors are gonna hear. I’ve used my own fingers before, but the angle’s awkward that way, and Logan’s fingers are bigger than mine. Longer, too. He brushes against a spot inside me that makes my vision short out and my hips jerk.
I can’t hold out anymore. I bend nearly in half when I come and I think it splashes onto my own chin, but Logan is still thrusting his fingers in and out of my hole and I’m making noises I can barely hear while my orgasm tears through me.
I’m still shivering from the aftershocks when Logan pulls his fingers free and tugs me upright and wraps his arm around me. I slump against his chest but he doesn’t cuddle me, just bends me over my own knees so I’m face down on the bed, my ass propped up on my heels. He swings a leg over me and spreads my cheeks open with both hands.
There’s a blunt, latex-covered, pressure against my hole. It increases, hard and unyielding, until I’m not sure I can take anymore, and then eases.
“Push back against me, baby.” Logan’s voice is strained. The pressure of his dick returns, slick and hot, and I do like he says. Or I try anyway, and I can feel his thumbs spreading me as open as I can go.
It’s not enough, though. He’s too big. I can feel him against me and it’s hot and sharp and I think there’s absolutely no way he’s going to fit, when something shifts and he slides just a bit inside.
“That’s my boy,” he croons behind me. There’s a cool stroke of something slick around the edges of my hole. “Take me, take your Daddy like I know you can, baby boy.”
More aching, hard pressure and I think I might split in two. I groan into the mattress and push back against him again. He slides another inch or so inside and this time he keeps going. He presses forward like nothing is going to stop him.
I’m certainly not. It hurts. There’s a sharp pinch at my entrance and a burning pressure inside where he’s grinding deeper into me.
I love it.
When he’s finally all the way inside, he bends over me and tucks his face into where my neck meets my shoulder. “Good boy,” he breathes next to my ear. “You’re such a good boy for me.”
I am impaled on him and he surrounds me, his chest a hot, heavy weight against my back, his arms bracketing mine. He slides his hands down my forearms and tangles our fingers together. My hole is stretched wide and every breath he takes twitches his cock inside me a tiny bit. If I could stay like this forever, I would.
Logan sucks a hard kiss on my neck and then he’s no longer blanketing me. He peels himself off my back and hooks his fingers around my hips. “I’m going to fuck you until your hole is red and swollen, baby boy. All you need to do is let me.”
I stand corrected. That is what I want forever. Logan’s cock sawing in and out of me while I lay still and let him. I breathe out and my whole body relaxes, which lets Logan slide that last tiny bit into me.
“Yes,” he groans. He pulls out slowly and that makes me groan, too. It still burns when he moves inside me, and before I can adjust, Logan shoves back into me.
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Logan sets up a steady pace, thrusting into me over and over, ignoring my grunts, indifferent to whether I’m really open enough for this.
It’s the indifference that really does it for me.
“Oh, fuck. Your cock is so big, Daddy,” I moan. “I love how big you are.”
I’m getting close—again—and I’m not even touching my dick. Again. Logan’s got his hands on my hips, fingers drilling into the thin skin over my hip bones, so he’s not touching me, either. I’m going to have bruises there later, I’m pretty sure, and I don’t care.
Logan jerks my hips back against him, slamming his cock into me. Its thick, hard length drags over my prostate, causing sparks of electricity to shoot all through my body. I’m so fucking close and I think my heart might stop when I come, but what a way to go.
“Daddy,” I groan. Logan grips me harder at my hips. There’s a sound outside the bedroom that doesn’t register at first.
The slam of a heavy door. A voice calling from the bottom of the stairs.
