Page 54 of Gator
“Bedtime, Trixie,” Gator rumbled, not even slowing down as he pulled me past her towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms. “Not a peep.”
“Time for bed,” she chirped, thankfully settling back on her perch as we disappeared down the hall.
He pulled me straight into his bedroom. The door slammed shut behind us, plunging us into near darkness, only the faint ambient light from the city outside filtering through the blinds. Before my eyes could fully adjust, he had me pinned against the door, his big body flush against mine, his hands already shoving my lightweight sweater up my torso.
“Off,” he commanded, his voice thick with need.
I lifted my arms, helping him yank the sweater over my head. It landed somewhere on the floor. His hands were everywherethen, rough and demanding, skimming over my ribs, palming my chest, pinching a nipple hard enough to make me gasp. His mouth found mine again, swallowing the sound, his tongue tangling with mine in a fierce, wet kiss that tasted of salt and desire and him. My hands scrambled at his belt, fumbling with the buckle, desperate to get his clothes off as fast as he was stripping mine.
He broke the kiss to wrench my jeans open, shoving them down my hips along with my underwear in one rough motion. Cool air hit my skin, quickly replaced by the searing heat of his palms sliding over my bare ass, hauling me hard against him. I could feel the thick ridge of his erection straining against his own jeans, pressing insistently against my stomach. I whimpered, grinding against it, craving the friction.
“Fuck, look at you,” he breathed, his gaze raking over me in the dim light. “All bare and needy for me.” One hand slid down between us, his fingers wrapping around my cock. I cried out, arching into his touch. He stroked me firmly, once, twice, his thumb swiping over the leaking head, sending sparks shooting up my spine. “So hard already. Just from me touching you?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I said, panting, my hands finally managing his belt and zipper. I shoved his jeans and boxers down over his hips, freeing his cock. It sprang out, thick and heavy and flushed dark in the gloom. My mouth watered. “Want you. Need you inside me.”
He groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. “Greedy boy.” He stepped back just enough to kick his pants and boots the rest of the way off. I toed off my shoes and kicked my discarded jeansaside, standing naked and trembling before him. I reached down and jumped up, my legs winding around his waist.
He carried me to the bed and dropped me down on the soft mattress, then he took a step back and looked at me.
His gaze felt like a physical touch, branding me, and I felt exposed but cherished at the same time. He reached for the nightstand drawer, pulling out lube and a condom. The crinkle of the foil packet was loud in the charged silence.
He tore it open and rolled the condom on with efficient movements. “On your stomach,” he ordered, and I didn’t hesitate.
He poured a generous amount of lube into his palm, warming it briefly before crawling up on the bed behind me. He used his legs to spread mine, and then his slick fingers circled my entrance, pressing gently. I gasped, pushing back against the intrusion.
“Been thinking about this all fucking day,” he muttered, working one finger inside me slowly, stretching me. “Thinking about how tight you felt. How you clenched around me.”
“More,” I begged. “Please, Daddy.”
He added a second finger, scissoring them gently, the burn fading quickly into a deep, insistent ache. His thumb brushed over my perineum, the dual sensations making my legs shake.He crooked his fingers, seeking, and found my prostate with unerring accuracy.
“Daddy!” I shouted, as pleasure detonated inside me.
“Found it,” he grunted, rubbing that spot relentlessly, watching me unravel. My cock jerked, precum dripping freely onto the bed. “Look at you. Gonna come just from my fingers?”
I shook my head frantically, even as my balls drew tight. “N-no! Want your cock!”
He pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving me empty and gasping. Before I could protest, he grabbed my hip with one hand, holding me firmly in place. The other guided the blunt head of his cock to my stretched, slicked entrance.
“Beg,” he ordered, his voice a dark rasp against the shell of my ear. His hips pressed forward slightly, just the tip breaching me, stretching me impossibly wide.
“Please,” I whimpered, pushing back against him, trying to take more. “Please, Daddy, fuck me! Need you inside me! Now!”
He rewarded my plea with a hard, single thrust that buried him to the hilt. The force slammed me into the bed as a guttural groan tore from him. The sudden, overwhelming fullness stole my voice. He felt enormous, stretching me to the limit, claiming me completely. He held himself deep for a moment, letting me adjust, his hand moving from my back to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back so his lips could scrape over my throat.
“All mine,” he growled, biting down on the sensitive tendon connecting my neck and shoulder. “Say it.”
“Yours!” I gasped. “All yours, Daddy!”
He pulled back almost all the way, then slammed home again. And again. He set a brutal, driving rhythm, pounding into me relentlessly. The slap of skin on skin, his harsh grunts, and my own desperate moans filled the room. One of his hands slid around my hip, finding my cock, fisting it in time with his thrusts.
The pleasure was intense, overwhelming. Every nerve was lit up. The friction of his hand, the relentless pressure against my prostate, the sheer dominance of him holding me down and fucking me like he owned me. It was too much, too fast. White heat coiled in my belly, tightening unbearably.
“I’m close!” I choked out. “Daddy—I’m gonna—”
“Come,” he snarled, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, jarring. “Come for me, baby. Let go.”
His command shattered me. My orgasm ripped through me with violent force, tearing a ragged scream from my throat as I came hard, spurting over his fist and the bed beneath me. With a roar, he buried himself deep and stilled, his own release hitting him as he pulsed inside me, his hips jerking erratically against my ass, his forehead pressed hard between my shoulder blades as he groaned, long and low.