Page 89 of Finding His Silver Fox Daddy

“So what’s next?” I asked Tris as I packaged up our leftovers and he threw away the trash. “You said something about earning an orgasm?”

How I fucking wanted that, needed that, after today. I was mostly able to curb my appetite, but shit, this old guy could only handle so much.

Tris reached for my hand and pulled me up the back staircase, not saying anything until we reached my bedroom yet again.

It smelled like sweat and a little like cum in here, but I didn’t care. I was ready to finally explode, dammit.

Tristan started stripping down, and I watched greedily as each article of clothing hit the floor. He’d never put his sexy pink boxer briefs back on, but that just meant his gorgeous dick was front and center that much sooner.

“First, you’re going to blow me, and I’m going to come in your mouth. Then you’ll fuck me.”

Oh shit, he was finally going to let me out of the cage and into his ass. Fuck, yeah.

“But here’s the catch: You have to fuck me until I come hands free without coming yourself. If you manage to hold off by the time I come again, you can come in my ass and fill me up.”

“That’s . . .” Impossible, I wanted to say. Because no way could I blow him then fuck him without coming instantly after being edged all day. No way.

“That’s what I want, and you’ll do it, or I won’t let you come for a week. Understood?”

I swallowed hard, nodding. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” Tristan laid out on the bed, putting his hands behind his head like an arrogant little shit. “Get to work.”

***

Blowing Tristan and getting him to come down my throat was easy. He’d only come once today, several hours ago, and he was young. Plus, I’d had a lot of practice over the past few months. But getting him to come hands free for his second climax in a row? I would need to fuck him long and hard to force an anal orgasm out of him.

I was going to be thinking about mushrooms a lot.

My saving grace was that he needed to be prepped for my cock, so I took my time stretching him out, eventually using all four fingers to fuck into him. He stopped me with a hand to my wrist when I started to pull out.

“Daddy?”

“Hmm?”

“Try your thumb, too.”

My stomach swooped as butterflies took flight. “You want me to . . . fist you?”

Tristan nodded. “Not all the way tonight, but someday, hopefully soon. This will help prep me. You game?”

“Hell yes,” I shot back, more than willing to see this come to fruition. Getting my entire hand inside him? Hot as fucking hell.

Adding more lube, I cupped my hand then worked my thumb in alongside the rest of my fingers. He was already stretched pretty well, but the groan that came from his throat when my thumb breached him was glorious. My cock twitched and tried to thicken in the cage he’d left me in, and I groaned at the pain.

I fucked my hand—my entire goddamn hand to the top of my palm—into him slowly, opening him up, getting him used to the feeling of all of my fingers inside him, then carefully pulled back out. Tristan moaned for the entire slide.

His eyes were half-lidded as he tossed me the key from around his neck and breathlessly issued his next command. “Unlock yourself . . . th-then get the f-fuck inside me. Oh, and un-unclamp those nipples, too.” He sucked in another breath, and his next words came out more solid and sure. “Don’t hold back. I wanna hear you scream, Daddy.”

Shit. I got to work unlocking and freeing my dick, which filled so rapidly my head spun. Next were my nipples, more torture than relief in the immediate term, and I yelled out my pain as each one regained feeling, just like he wanted. I tossed the cage and the clamps aside, adding to our pile of used sex toys before lifting Tristan’s legs, applying lube to my highly sensitive dick, and pressing the tip to his already well-fucked hole. His eyes fell closed at my touch.

Sliding into Tristan was like coming home. I could feel every inch of his walls beckoning me in as I sunk deeper in one long thrust then bottomed out. I clenched my ass around the plug still in me—my Devil Daddy said it was my gift for being so good today, whatever that meant—as I fought to stave off my orgasm.

“Fuck me, Daddy” was all it took for me to let loose.

Sweat gathered on my brow as I railed my boy into the mattress, and pieces of my heart fell into place as I made love to the man I now knew I loved with everything I was. He was it for me—my heart, my home, my safe place, my haven from the world and the comfort I hadn’t even known I’d needed.

Dammit, I was getting too close. I backed off a little, my rhythm stuttering, and Tristan’s eyes flew open. “Don’t give up, Daddy. You’re getting me there.”