I can't-- I-- ( his breath hitches, he whimpers-- or thinks he does. the sounds leaving him don't quite sound like they're coming from his throat anymore. they're somewhere else or maybe he's somewhere else, floating away from his body for a bit.
it feels impossible but his dick's jumping again, his balls drawing up. like he's almost there, like he can. daddy's asking. no. daddy thinks he can so suddenly, something snaps, and he wants to. needs to. ) Daddy, please. Please.
( there's a slur to his voice now, between the roughness. maybe it's lost to that, to the tears down his face and the mess he's making while spread open, wrung out and not quite used. the stretch is so good, so much but it's all pleasure how. the unrelenting fucking, the calloused touched to his thighs that would have had him gasping anyway but is what makes him cry out again like a cheap hooker trying to sell it.
except he's not faking it when his vision blurs, when he's shaking in daddy's lap and clenching around his fingers as cum dribbles from his cock; a pathetic drip, less of a mess to clean but embarrassing on a level he doesn't quite grasp. it hurts, it hurts so good that he's moaning for it even as he turns to hide his face in the blankets like daddy can't see all of him, like the blotchy flush to his chest is new. )
cw: bad takes on sex workers
it feels impossible but his dick's jumping again, his balls drawing up. like he's almost there, like he can. daddy's asking. no. daddy thinks he can so suddenly, something snaps, and he wants to. needs to. ) Daddy, please. Please.
( there's a slur to his voice now, between the roughness. maybe it's lost to that, to the tears down his face and the mess he's making while spread open, wrung out and not quite used. the stretch is so good, so much but it's all pleasure how. the unrelenting fucking, the calloused touched to his thighs that would have had him gasping anyway but is what makes him cry out again like a cheap hooker trying to sell it.
except he's not faking it when his vision blurs, when he's shaking in daddy's lap and clenching around his fingers as cum dribbles from his cock; a pathetic drip, less of a mess to clean but embarrassing on a level he doesn't quite grasp. it hurts, it hurts so good that he's moaning for it even as he turns to hide his face in the blankets like daddy can't see all of him, like the blotchy flush to his chest is new. )