Page 42 of C is for Comfort

“Wonderful, Daddy.” He licks his lips. “Will you fuck me now?”

“Get on your hands and knees.”

He does so instantly. I love the speed with which he complies with every single command I give. He’s right. He’s such a good boy.

I roll a condom onto my cock and apply plenty of lube. Then I stroke his hips as I kneel behind him. His arse and pucker are still wet from my saliva and the lube I used to finger fuck him. It’s such a pretty sight it takes my breath away.

“Fuck me?” Corey asks. “Hard. Fast.”

I hesitate. I’d rather take my time bringing this sweet boy to his climax, but it’s not what he wants. He needs me to pound into him for all I’m worth. If it’s what he wants and needs, it’s what I’ll give him. Right now, my mission is to help him lose himself in bliss.

I part his arse cheeks with my hand and push deep inside him. He groans as he takes my cock. I love the way my length gets swallowed up by his greedy arse. His muscles squeeze tight around me, and I moan.

“Oh, you feel so good, sweet boy. So tight.”

I take a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of being buried deep inside him. Then I pull back until I’m free of him and slam into him again. He cries out, his head lifting, neck muscles straining.

“You want it like that, sweet boy?”

“Yes! Yes, Daddy! Oh, please, just like that.”

I tighten my grip on his hips, digging my fingers in as I grind in and out of him hard and fast, pulling my cock free on every stroke so I can watch his body shudder and hear him cry out as I slam back into him.

“That’s so good,” he gasps. “Daddy! So good. It feels so good.”

The words keep tumbling out of his mouth, often cut off as I drive into him. I’m gripping so tight now I’m probably going to leave finger-shaped bruises on his skin, but he doesn’t seem to care. He just gets noisier and noisier, and I fucking love it. From our first encounter, I wouldn’t have guessed he would be such a noisy bottom, but we were in a room full of people then. He’s probably cast his inhibitions off as it’s just the two of us, plus the blindfold. It doesn’t take me long to work up a sweat.

“I love fucking you,” I say, lowering my voice to a deep growl. “I love the filthy noises coming out of your pretty mouth.”

I’m not even sure he can hear me, but I tell him anyway, several times. Then he lets out the dirtiest cry I’ve ever heard, and his arse muscles squeeze my cock tight as he comes. It only takes two more thrusts for my orgasm to hit me. I shudder and pump my hips as I ride out my orgasm, my cock twitching inside him as I empty my load into the condom.

Gasping, Corey collapses, his arms giving way, and I go down with him, my sweaty chest pressed to his equally sweaty back. The air smells of sweat and cum, and it’s amazing. I run my tongue over his wet skin, tasting him, and thread my fingers through his, pressing my palms onto the backs of his hands. I don’t try to slip out of him, even though my cock is softening. I’m happy to lie here, letting his hot body keep my cock warm.

“Was that what you had in mind when you came over?” I ask, kissing his cheek.

“No.”

“No?”

“It was about a thousand times more amazing than I imagined, Daddy.”

“A thousand times? That’s a lot for me to live up to.”

He chuckles. “I’m sure you’ll cope.”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“Whether I get another chance to fuck you senseless.”

Corey lets out a sigh. “I’d like that.”

“You feel more relaxed,” I note.

“Iammore relaxed. I don’t think I’ve felt this chilled out in forever.”

I’m glad. I nuzzle my nose against his neck, smelling his sweat. His scent is sexy and intoxicating. I want more than this one night. The thought startles me, but before the shock has truly taken hold, a warm fuzziness settles inside me.