Page 28 of Rewarding His Jock

“You came so hard, and Daddy didn’t even have to touch you.” Hunter grins as he takes his cock into his hand. “Now, you’re gonna come on Daddy’s cock like a good boy, yeah?”

It’s not a question. Not really. So the only answer I give is a whimper and a wiggle of my hips, begging him to hurry up.

He smiles at me, and I melt all over again, watching him lean over to me to reach into the drawer by the bed. When he sits back up, he has a small bottle of lube in his hand.

“I may or may not have been planning to get you under me tonight.” Hunter sends me a wink before he lubes up his dick and lines himself up. He doesn’t watch my hole while he gets into the perfect position. He just looks right at me, right in my eyes. We both just smile at one another as he slides in slowly. He’s met with a lot more resistance than his fingers were.

It’s another uncomfortable stretch that feels so perfect I almost don’t care how uncomfortable it is.

Hunter moves slowly and takes his time, letting me adjust to all of him as he bottoms out inside me. I’m insanely fucking full, and yet, it’s a perfect fit.

As much as I want him to move, I’m grateful for the time to recover. I’m still a little sensitive from my orgasm, and being so full of Hunter’s cock makes me think I might explode all over again. That’d be fucking embarrassing. “D-Daddy?—”

“Shhh.” Hunter starts moving his hips slowly, and my jaw drops. “Daddy’s got you, baby boy. I wanna see you come all over yourself again.”

I almost do. Right then and there. If I hadn’t come already, I definitely would be. But to hold it off a little longer, I focus on Hunter’s face while he’s moving.

His eyes are closed now, but I can see the look of pure bliss on his face. It makes me smile because I’m making him feel good too.

Wanting to do more, I start rolling my hips forward, gasping softly as I feel him move even deeper.

Hunter curses under his breath and begins moving his own hips faster.

I can’t help trying to speed up to match his pace. The sound of his skin slapping against mine is so fucking erotic, and with the way he’s leaning over me, every thrust makes my cock rub against his abs.

At some point, I start tearing up.

My first orgasm hit so hard, and now I feel my second climax rapidly approaching. I try to ask for permission this time, but I’m too lost in the sound of Hunter’s pleasure mixed with my own. I need to come so fucking bad, but I don’t want it to end.

Just thinking about the feeling of Hunter sliding out of me makes me tear up even more.

At this point, the only word I’m able to get out is Daddy, but Hunter knows what I need.

I can tell he’s there too. He’s biting his lip and growling slightly, his eyes holding my attention and demanding I keep mine on him.

“Fuck! Come for Daddy. Shit, I wanna see you come on my fucking cock.” Hunter snaps his hips forward harshly, and I feel him hit that spot again.

I know he hits it once, and then I’m not sure how many times after that. My mind fogs up even more, and then I’m coming again.

My stomach tightens, and I’m worried the whole floor can hear me beg for him. My come splashes all over both of our stomachs, and seconds later, I feel his spilling inside me.

Hunter whispers to me how good I am, and I know I have the stupidest smile on my face. His hips keep moving, carrying both of us through our orgasms until we slowly come down.

When he finally stops, we’re both panting, and his face is buried in the crook of my neck. His hips move back a little, and I can’t stop the whine that falls from my throat.

I’m not ready to feel empty. Not yet.

I hear him chuckle, but he doesn’t make any attempt to pull out of me.

Good. He’s right where I want him. Forever.

“You really love me, Daddy?” I look at him and know what he’s going to say. But I want to hear it anyway.

“I think I always have and always will, sweet boy.”

He presses his lips to my forehead, and we both sigh at how right it all feels. “Good, because I’m never letting you go.”