Page 11 of Daddy’s Firm Hands (Saddle Up)

I hear his knees hit the dirt floor. His hands grip my cheeks, spreading them open and exposing the most intimate part of me.

The first swipe of his tongue over my hole is unreal.

It feels like complete euphoria, as if my entire body is vibrating.

He devours me, licking and sucking at my hole until I’m a complete mess.

My knees shake so hard I can barely stand and the gibberish coming out of my mouth is a garbled bunch of sounds at this point.

I’m not sure if they were even words to begin with.

I feel my orgasm building in my spine as he drives his tongue inside me, fucking me as I pant and scratch at the wooden walls. My brain is chanting more, more, more . I reach back without thinking, weaving my fingers through his hair as I thrust my ass onto his tongue, chasing my pleasure.

He pulls his face back, then slaps my ass over the grip marks. Pain radiates through the muscle, and I groan from how good it feels.

“I told you to keep your hands against the wall. If you can’t listen, I will leave you hard and wanting in this barn, Milo,” he warns me.

A pitchy whine escapes me, because I need this man to plow me. I want him to thoroughly ruin me until I’m reduced to a mess on the floor.

“Please, please keep going, I'm so close to coming,” I beg, hoping he’ll take pity on me.

“You flirted with Lucky. I saw the way you two were sitting together. I’m not sure if you deserve it,” he comments. The wicked playfulness to his voice equally destroys me and turns me into a feral, needy mess for him.

“I don’t want him, we’re just friends. I want you, only you,” I say, my words a promise. “Please!”

“Hmmm, we’ll see,” he trails off as he slowly slides a wet finger in my hole.

The stretch is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I’ve only bottomed a couple of times before, but it’s never felt like this. When he hits my prostate, my brain scrambles.

“More, please more,” I beg as he slides in and out slowly, brushing over that sensitive spot again.

He pushes a second finger in and picks up speed, pressing my prostate over and over again.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna?—”

“Don’t you dare come until I’m inside you,” Stone orders me, his voice strained. His eyes are dark, focused on watching his fingers move inside me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I blurt without thinking.

Shame instantly washes over me, but Stone smirks.

“That’s right, I’m your Daddy. And you’re gonna do exactly what Daddy tells you if you wanna come.” He cups his free hand near my mouth. “Spit.”

“Mmm,” I groan at his filthy words before spitting into his hand. I can only imagine what he’s doing with that hand, how he’s using my spit to lube up his cock.

“You’re gonna come on my cock, brat. Then you’re mine and there’s no going back,” he warns me again.

“I don’t want to go back. Just want to feel your cock inside me.” My life has an end date, and I rather spend my numbered days being happy with Stone than fighting whatever is between us.

His blunt tip pushes at my entrance, and I tense. The stretch from before is nothing compared to this. He feels huge, and I’m unsure how he’ll actually fit inside me.

He rubs my back under my shirt as he trails kisses up my neck. “You’re so fucking tight, you’re strangling my cock. Relax, let me in. Can you give Daddy a few deep breaths?”

The strain in his voice worsens. It sounds like he’s barely hanging on. His rough, calloused hands glide up and down my back as I breathe in, hold it for a few seconds, then slowly exhale. I repeat the process a few times, and he starts to push inside me again.

“Come on, brat. Just a few more inches, and I’m all the way in,” he grits out. I turn to look over my shoulder, and Stone kisses my lips, the soft gesture enough to turn me to jello. He bottoms out, his pelvis brushing my ass before he starts to move.

His rhythm is slow at first, long slow strokes that make my toes curl. The feeling of being so full, so close to him, is turning my brain to mush.

“You feel like heaven on earth. I’m not sure how long I’m going to make it.”

I moan, because I don't have the ability to even have a coherent thought, let alone say one aloud.

Stone spanks my ass in three quick successions, taking me to the brink of coming.

“Who’s making you feel good, city boy?” He growls.

“You are, Daddy!”

“Fuck yeah,” he shouts.

He grips my hips harder, pulling them away from the wall as he pushes down on my back, completely changing the angle. One of his hands collars my throat, squeezing enough to control my breathing, but not enough to cut off my air.

I feel as if I’m floating in nothingness. A place where no one can chase me, and my failures can’t haunt me.

“Next time I’ll hog-tie you. Keep you all trussed up while I fuck you nice and slow.

I want to keep you chained to the damn bed until we both don’t know which way is up anymore.

I want to fuck you on the table we eat at, in the fields, in front of the entire fucking ranch so everyone knows who you belong to. ”

Holy shit. The mafia seriously fucked me up, because every single red flag coming out of this cowboy’s mouth sounds better than the last. I’m a bull running toward every single one with a smile on my face.

He pounds into me harder and harder with every word, until I can’t hold back anymore. I come untouched all over the barn wall and the dirt. Stone follows me soon after, unleashing inside me as he wraps his arms around me. They’re the only thing keeping me upright as my legs shake.

I’m not sure how long I half-stand in the barn.

Stone pulling himself out of me brings me back to reality.

I feel warm liquid running down my inner thigh, but instead of getting disgusted, I feel elated.

It’s his way of claiming me. He turns me around, taking my face in his hands as he smiles down at me.

“Did I scare you?” he asks, a little unsure of himself.

“No. Why?”

He kisses me on the forehead, then rights his pants and belt.

“Because I said some really messed up stuff while I was pounding into you. I bit you and collared your throat. I spanked you hard enough your ass will be red for a few days. Didn’t talk to you about any of it first, either.”

“I like all that stuff. That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I admit. Usually I’d play it cool, but new life, new ways. Stone deserves as much honesty as I can give him.

“Good, because I want to do so much more to you…” he grabs my pants and shoes from the floor, then picks me up like I weigh nothing.

I should insist on putting clothes on before he carries me to the house, but I don’t care. Instead, I snuggle into his chest, inhaling his outdoorsy, musk smell. We need to figure out a way to bottle this so I can bathe in it.

“I liked hearing you call me Daddy,” he comments, peering down at me.

“I won’t call you that in public.” As right as it felt, I don’t think I can use that term unless it’s just the two of us.

“Fine, but I expect you to use it in private. I was serious before, Milo. I’m obsessive. And I want your obedience. But most importantly, I want your honesty. Tell me if I’m too much, or if you don’t like something we do together. This won’t work without us being truthful with each other.”

I gulp, because I haven’t been truthful with him so far about everything. Part of me wants to tell him, but the other part knows nothing good will come of it. He’s safer not knowing. Ignorance really is bliss sometimes.

“Okay,” I agree. I’ll try to be as honest with him as possible, barring the mafia stuff. That’s as good as I can do.

“Alright, brat. Let’s get a shower and cuddle up with a movie?” He asks.

“Sounds good,” I say as he carries me toward the house.

With every step, the sinking feeling in my gut intensifies. Maybe I’m making a mistake not telling him who I really am.

But I’d make a million mistakes if it meant keeping my cowboy Daddy safe.