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I’m not. I’m a flawed pup. A broken person. I don’t know if I can be the person you need me to be.

“Bear down, Buttercup. And remember to breathe.”

Because it hurt. It really hurt. Six years was a damn long time and although the plug had helped, it wasn’t nearly as big as Daddy. I’d noted his size and girth when I’d given him the blow job. Had imagined how he’d feel inside me.

And now I knew.

“Just a little bit now.”

His crown finished breaching me, and I let out a sigh of relief.

Again, in infinitesimal increments, he pressed into me. Then he’d pull back a bit. Then push farther. Each pass of his shaft over my prostate filled me with a pleasure I’d long forgotten.

He murmured, “I’m home.”

Yes, he was.

Truly.

“I’m ready, Daddy.”

“Good pup.” He grasped my hips and began thrusting and withdrawing. Over and over. He was chasing the same orgasm I was. Then he reached around to snag my cock. He jerked me to the same unrelenting rhythm he set. His breathing hitched. “Buttercup, I need you to come.”

Since I did as well, I let myself go. My balls drew up, and I spurted all over Daddy’s hand.

He thrust one last time and held himself still as he came inside me.

I fought to catch my breath.

He shuddered. “I, uh…”

“Yeah.”

Slowly, and with great care—as he did everything—he withdrew. He lay on the bed next to me and pulled me toward him.

I grabbed the comforter first, as the fan was moving the chilly night air, and cocooned us under it.

He spooned me.

I sighed.

“You’re…” He feathered his hand through my damp hair and then pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Damn, condom.” He shifted away and then, after a moment, returned. He pulled me even closer. “Do you think you can sleep?”

“Do you always fall asleep immediately after sex?”

“Uh…” A yawn. “Maybe. It doesn’t have anything todo with you.”

“Oh, really? I’m insulted. I’d like to think I wrung an orgasm from you that sapped all your energy and made you pass out.” I added a teasing tone to my voice.

“That you did.” Said on a yawn.

I pressed my hand to his thigh. “Sleep now, Daddy. We can talk in the morning.”

“Okay.” Yet another yawn.

I smiled to myself as I tried to subtly adjust away from the wet spot. We really should be showering and changing the sheets, but his firm grasp on me allowed me to slip into sleep as well.

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