Page 33 of Noah
“Daddy,” he breathes out, and Jensen guides him to the counter, and urges him to bend over. “Thank you, daddy,” he says and tries to relax as his daddy presses a lube shooter into him, getting him all wet inside.
“What’s my little prince thanking me for?” he grits out, pressing the head of his cock to Noah’s hole. He sinks in, steady and demanding, and puts a hand on Noah’s back to keep him down when he tries to rise up. Which makes Noah whimper with pleasure. He loves being held down. Loves giving in.
“Daddy,” he mumbles and closes his eyes, letting the fullness and stretch of his daddy’s cock flow through him. His own cock throbs, and he wants to touch it but doesn’t. He puts his hands in front of him, in an x, and lets himself be noisy and soft as his daddy breeds him.
“God damn you’re beautiful. This perfect ass and tight hole. My sweet boy. What did I do before you?”
“I don’t know, daddy.”
“I don’t know, either. Are you sore, honey? How many times has daddy had you today?”
“I’m okay,” he says, quietly. Three times. This is the third time his daddy has had him today, and he is getting worn out and sore and it’s heaven.
“I’m going to put you in a bath after this, aren’t I?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“And then you’re going to get kisses, aren’t you?”
“Because I’ve been good,” he says and sighs happily.
“Always so good for daddy. So fucking good for daddy,” he groans and pauses, not wanting to come yet. He strokes Noah gently all over and then more firmly as he eases back from the edge of orgasm.
“Come in me. I want it.”
“I know you do. Greedy boy.”
He is. That’s exactly what he is. But only for his daddy. Only for the man who takes care of him and has given him a home, has become his friend and cheerleader.
When his daddy comes in him, there’s another surprise. A plug to keep the come inside. Which isn’t new, it’s something he’s done before and with other people, but the effect this time is different. As soon as it’s in, he’s tired, wants to rest and be held, and is unable to do more than cling to his daddy like his heart is breaking.
And his daddy knows. Watches his face, pays attention to every cue, and blink. He gets Noah wrapped up in a blanket, gives him his dolphin, and holds him in his arms while they watch a movie. He feeds him and gives him a mug of hot chocolate that has an obscene amount of whipped cream.
It’s cold and snowing outside, but they have a fire going, the twinkle of lights from the tree, the scent of the pine tree. In the morning, his daddy doesn’t let him out of bed until he’s been fucked and the day passes in a bit of a stupor. Food and presents and he even gets tied up in some soft new rope he gave his daddy as a Christmas present.