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"Please," I said. "I need you inside me. I don't want to come yet."
I moved my hand down over his, pleading with him to stop. I was too close already, and even with him slowing his pace, I knew I couldn't hold on much longer.
He gripped me tightly for one torturous moment before pulling back completely. "Okay, baby. Let me take care of you."
By unspoken agreement, we both understood he would be in charge here, even though I was bigger. Honestly, my submission with Paxton was a constant thing. As his agent, I played the role properly—the meetings, the contracts, the discussions with Royce and Kenneth about placement and sponsorship opportunities they thought would fit. But any other time, I didn't make decisions. I wasn't the firm one, the leader. With him, I got to sit back.
"Get up on the bed, baby. I need to open you up."
He looked around the room, his expression dipping into a brief frown.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Lube?"
The single word made my cock jerk as the image formed in my mind. "Drawer? Nightstand?"
Paxton shook his head, then laughed softly at himself. "I forgot myself for a moment. It's in the nightstand."
He watched as I backed onto the bed, shifting until I was propped against the headboard. My gaze stayed locked on him as he stripped the rest of his clothes away, his hard length coming into full view. My mouth watered at the sight.
Fuck. I wanted to get my mouth on him before he sank into me, but there was no time. Not when I was already dangerously close, and he was focused on giving me exactly what I'd asked for.
Unbothered by his nudity like most athletes, Paxton crossed to the nightstand and grabbed what he needed. With the lube in hand, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs.
"I want you on your side." He tapped my hip, motioning which direction. I turned, facing the window, and he moved my thigh up, bringing my knee higher.
"Damn," he breathed, his hand cupping my ass and pulling me apart gently. "This ass is incredible, baby. I willneverget enough of it."
I whimpered, hands fisting into the blanket beneath me.
Cold lube slipped between my cheeks, and then Paxton's finger was there, pressing carefully against me.
"Relax for me. Let me in. I want to make this good for you. Trust Daddy. I won’t let you hurt. All I want is to spoil you."
I took a breath, forcing myself to relax. It wouldn't do either of us any good for me to stay locked up tight. Shifting slightly, I tilted my hips to give him more access.
"Yes, that's it," he panted, finger slipping inside.
The long digit eased into me slowly. It wasn't painful, just different. I didn't explore that way often, partly due to time constraints and partly because it had never felt like this with anyone else. Even as he added a second finger and later a third,the discomfort stayed minimal, most likely because of the steady stream of praise he kept raining down.
"That's it, baby. You feel so good. God, I can't wait to be inside you. You're so perfect. So tight. I’ll be lucky if I last a full minute. I’m obsessed with these thick thighs. Fuck me, you’re so goddamn gorgeous. I could stare at you for hours."
His words pushed me closer to the edge, and he read it in the flutter of my body around his fingers. He eased back, then I heard the distinct crinkle of a condom wrapper.
"Remember to breathe for me. I'll go slow."
The head of his cock pressed against me, wider than his fingers had been. More firm too. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused everything I had on letting my muscles loosen one by one until I was as boneless as I could manage against the sheets.
With every inch he slid into me, I felt like my life was slotting into place.
"Daddy," I whimpered. It felt like the only word I knew anymore. But he made me dumb. He made me forget everything else except how to beg.
"We're almost there," he grunted.
When I felt his hips meet mine and heard his long, low moan, I knew he was fully buried inside me.
"Goddamn," he murmured. His hands stroked over my hip, squeezing and kneading as he curled around my back, his face dropping to my neck. He peppered kisses there, hips staying still. I tightened around him, unable to hold back. Need pulsed through me like a second heartbeat.
