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I relaxed my throat and let him in deeper, swallowing around him as I worked a third finger into him, stretching him, getting him ready, tugging on his balls and pressing on his taint as his cries of pleasure escalated, almost making me forget that—as much as I was dying to taste him, swallow him down, let the sweet boy feed me his cum—I had other plans tonight.

“Gonna come,” he whimpered, and I groaned around his cock, my own erection aching with need as his warning tells me I have to stop.

I don’t want to. I want the boy to come undone for me all night long, in every configuration possible.

But even though he’s young, asking more than two orgasms of him feels like it might go from pleasure to torture... or maybe I’m just selfish enough to need my cock inside him, need to feel him clenching and shuddering around me, the next time I brought him to his peak.

“ Daddy ,” he gasped, lifting himself up on his elbows to stare down at me with flushed cheeks and sex-glazed eyes that looked utterly, adorably betrayed when I pulled off him.

I laughed, loving him so hard it hurt, and slid my fingers out of his hot, tight ass so I could grab condoms and lube. “I’ve got you, babyboy. But I need to be inside you now. Do you want that, sweet thing? Do you want to take Daddy’s cock?”

I knew he did. He’d been begging me to fuck him just moments before.

But damn if I wasn’t greedy to hear him say so again.

“Yes,” he said, nodding eagerly and reaching for me, his legs falling open, his hips tilting up, his eyes locked onto my cock like it was the holy grail.

Fuck.

Yes .

I was done waiting. I could no more deny my boy than I could myself, and with a heartfelt groan, I ripped a condom open, rolled it on, and slicked myself up, my fingers shaking a little at the first touch of lube to skin.

It had been ages since I’d been inside anyone, and with Colby, it meant so much more than just the inherent pleasure of sex.

It was everything I’d avoided for years, the whole reason I’d taken anal sex off the table with my sugar babies.

It was the closest two men could ever come to becoming one, and as eager as I was for my actual release, I was even more eager for that connection with him.

The most primal, intimate kind possible.

I settled between his spread thighs, nudged his knees up higher, and lined up with his entrance, the heat of his hole radiating against the head of my cock like a beacon, beckoning me home.

“Ready, babyboy?” I asked, smoothing my hands over his thighs.

He nodded, eyes wide and bright, a small smile playing at his lips and something so sweet and yearning in his eyes that my breath catches in my throat. “Ready, Daddy.”

Then, just because it was important to me, because I wanted him to know how serious I was, and because he was so fucking cute when he was needy, I leaned down and pressed a soft, teasing kiss to the tip of his nose.

He blushed.

Mission accomplished.

“Love you, Colby,” I said softly, meeting his gaze as I started to push into the tight, perfect heat of his body.

“Oh,” he breathed out, a flush of fresh color staining his cheeks. I had no idea if the little sound of wonder was because he wasn’t used to me declaring my feelings yet, or from the pleasure of taking me inside him, but either way, I wanted more of it.

I wanted more of it forever.

“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” I asked, groaning a little at the feel of him, as hot and snug around my cock as a vise when I pushed in deeper, working my way into his beautiful body with slow, shallow thrusts until I found the perfect angle to?—

“Oh!”

This time, it’s not wonder in his voice. It’s the kind of raw, pure lust that only the wonder of the prostate can bring.

I grinned, feeling a little feral as I adjusted my hips, held him in place, and drove my cock against that magic spot for him again, and again, and then again , already addicted to the way it had him arching his back, gasping my name, and clawing at my shoulders as if he’d never get enough.

“Yes,” I growled, picking up the pace, “just like that, baby. Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful like this. So good for me. Take Daddy’s cock. Show me how good it makes you feel. Let me hear you. Let me see you. That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck, I fucking... love ... you.”

The last two words came out as barely more than carnal grunts as his body tightened around me, shuddering with his impending orgasm, but I still meant them from the bottom of my heart.

I would always mean them.

But right now, my boy didn’t need more declarations. He needed me to fuck so much pleasure out of him that he forgot his own name and only remembered that he was mine.

“That’s it. Fuck, that’s it, baby. Come for me. Come for Daddy.” I snapped my hips forward, reaching for his cock, and then, a few strokes later, like the perfect, perfect boy he was, he did.

Colby’s cock pulsed and twitched in my hand, a wild, desperate cry breaking from his lips as he spilled over my first for the second time tonight. And giving him that kind of pleasure? It was the best feeling in the world, one I would never get enough of.

Although hot on its heels came the next best feeling as my own orgasm rolled through me with all the force of a tsunami, making my toes curl, my spine tingle, and my muscles tense and tremble as I drove into his hot body, over and over, milking every ounce of pleasure out of the moment for the both of us.

“Daddy,” he breathed out like a benediction.

“God, Colby. Fuck, yes, baby,” I grunted, coming down slowly, my forehead pressed against his shoulder as I caught my breath and tried to remember how to string together a sentence. “Baby, you were fucking perfect.”

He sighed happily, a boneless puddle under me, and nuzzled his face against the side of my neck.

Then, making me laugh so hard that my softening cock slipped out of him and warming my heart forever, he whispered hopefully, “Can we do it again?”

Yes. Yes, we could. For as long as he’d have me. Because the boy was mine now.

But even more, I was his... and always would be.