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My teddy had been used so much as a fleshlight. I loved pushing my lubed cock inside it and just squeezing down on the furry body. It was fuckable. All teddies should come with a little surprise in the bottom—and if not, the stuffing would do.
“How does it feel?”
“Good, Daddy.”
“Now look at me, stare into my eyes,” he said, as he opened the condom and then put it on his cock while his eyes were on me. My hands trembled as they held the teddy, staring into Daddy’s eyes. “Now look at my cock.”
“Oh my god.” It was a white and red striped condom, in the same swirling pattern as a candy cane—it made sense he’d fuck me with it, since I’d already been fucked by the real thing. “I want it.”
“You’ll get it,” he said, pouring lube on it and stroking it down his shaft. “And I’m sure you’ll love it.”
I nodded. “Yes, yes, I will.”
As I continued to fuck my teddy, he pushed my legs back until my knees connected with my chest. My cheeks parted with the motion, and there was a slight twinge as my skin unstuck itself. I pushed the teddy down hard with the force of my knees in anticipation of him.
Daddy was gentle and kind, toying with the tip. He’d spent time eating my ass, and with the lube, I wasn’t exactly squeezed tight. He slipped right inside. I gulped hard, and he heard and chuckled. “Relax, baby,” he said. “I’m trying to make sure you feel it all.”
“I am.”
His cock felt so hot, melting any of the stickiness still left inside me. He pulsed and I tried to squeeze my hole on it, but that only made him jolt with his excitement of being inside me. Each of his movements forced my cock deeper into the teddy. He was controlling both of us now.
We could’ve been captured in a photo and framed with the way I felt, because we must’ve been a portrait of gorgeousness—you know, one of those older portraits that were kinda dark and you had to squint to see, and then someone on the art history channel would tell you exactly what it was you were looking at. That’s what we were right now with our bodies entangled.
He pounded me hard and fast, forcing my cock to pulse in the teddy bear. But it all exploded the moment he leaned in over the pretzel shape he’d made of my body and kissed me. His sweet lips, coated in sticky sugar peppermint locking our mouths together, forcing our tongues to fight and fuck each other for control of the other’s mouth.
I’d come, but I didn’t want it to end. There was no stopping this roller coaster of pleasure, though, and my skin could’ve powered the town with how electric it felt.
Daddy’s sweaty body clung to me, then released, allowing me to move. He stood and pulled the condom off. “Where do you want it?” he asked.
I pulling the teddy fleshlight off my cock and cum dripped out down my still-chubbed cock. “Right there, Daddy.”
Daddy jerked furiously before unloading several spurts of thick, hot, white cum all across my cock, mixed in with my own cum. He pressed his cock against mine, wiping it off on me, making sure I had every last drop. “That’s your reward,” he said.
Lying back on the bed, with a light, relieved chuckle in my throat, I stared at the ceiling. “How about room service as my reward?”
Bouncing on the bed beside me, he lay down and hooked his arm under my head. “Absolutely, but let me get you cleaned up first,” he said, kissing my cheek and bouncing off the bed again to fetch a towel. Watching him take care of me was nice, my cock still hard from it. I was a sucker for a man who could commit to the play—but I wasn’t sure if this was playing, or genuine.
9. LOGAN
I didn’t want the night to end. We ate room service, and drank hot cocoa with whipped cream and the crushed peppermint candy canes and sprinkles on top. Cheesy Christmas movies aired on the TV against the wall, but I was more concerned with stroking Jamie’s arm, staying in physical contact with him and feeling his body, all of it.
“Your cocoa is going to get cold,” he said.
“It’s fine, you can have it,” I told him.
“Absolutely not, this is good Belgian chocolate,” he said, turning around in my arms and almost knocking over the silver tray with the drinks. “When did you quit your pro career to become a coach?”
I puffed out a raspberry. “You should know, right?” I smirked. “Didn’t you look at my profile?”
Jamie rolled his eyes so adorably. “I’m just saying, you don’t have to question every calorie that goes inside you. I might like you with a little bit of chonk.”
“Mhm, thought I already had enoughchonkwhere it counts,” I countered. “But if you get into it, I’ll get into it with you. I’ve forced myself onto a player diet, of sorts, because they don’t want to be trained by someone who doesn’t look like they’ve been in the gear since they were in some high school league.”
“I get that, but do you have to be so strict?” He pushed out his bottom lip into a signature little’s pout. “I mean, you can be strict with me, but I want you to have fun.”
“I am having fun.”
Working for as long as I have with as many people as I did, I liked the order of knowing I was having a set meal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But he was right, I wasn’t a player.That dream had died a long time ago. It probably felt like I was still holding onto it, though, still dreaming about being on the ice, giving interviews after the games, all sweaty.