Touch me-- Daddy, please. Touch me, touch me. Daddy. ( he babbles, begs and then whines again when that pride comes though.
that's addictive, that gets him to shut up and bite back down on the pillow like he can take the frustration out on it instead of the feeling of so close, so far bubbling within him. he wants to hold on to that pride, that utter delight. he feels desperate for that as much as that third finger.
he rocks back into it, desperate and easy now. he's crying again, ass red but it's because he wants to be good for jim, for daddy. he's so fucking desperate to be good. it's that thought that has him focusing on letting go, on just focusing on that sweet stretch and press of fingers into his prostate. daddy's right, he's dying to.
and when he comes it's messy, on his chest, his skin, on the floor with a warble of 'daddy' on his lips and a shout he tries to muffle away. )
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that's addictive, that gets him to shut up and bite back down on the pillow like he can take the frustration out on it instead of the feeling of so close, so far bubbling within him. he wants to hold on to that pride, that utter delight. he feels desperate for that as much as that third finger.
he rocks back into it, desperate and easy now. he's crying again, ass red but it's because he wants to be good for jim, for daddy. he's so fucking desperate to be good. it's that thought that has him focusing on letting go, on just focusing on that sweet stretch and press of fingers into his prostate. daddy's right, he's dying to.
and when he comes it's messy, on his chest, his skin, on the floor with a warble of 'daddy' on his lips and a shout he tries to muffle away. )