Henry opened his eyes again when I moved to lube up my cock. His hands were still holding onto his pillow, and I couldn’t be prouder of him. He was such a good Boy for me, and he deserved a reward. Kissing him, I gently touched my cock to his hole and gently pushed forward and breached his tight ring of muscles.
“Oh. Oh, wow. That is…wow.”
“Too much?”
“No. It’s not too much. It’s not even close. It’s…” Henry stopped and moaned when I snapped my hips to slide in deeper. “Will it ever be enough?”
With any other man, I would have thought that I was doing something wrong when he was still that conversational. But with Henry, my little writer?
“I don’t think so. At least not with you.” Kissing him again, I slid in until I was balls deep inside of him. “Nothing will ever be enough with you, Henry,” I whispered, knowing fully well that it didn’t matter if I whispered or screamed because Henry focused on the movement of my lips. “I don’t know how to put it in poetic words, but I love you. I will always want more. More of you. More of this.” Gently I pulled out, then snapped my hips forward, thrusting into his tight hole. It was heaven, and I made Henry moan loudly. “More of loving you and taking care of you.”
“And…and spoiling me?”
“Yes and spoiling my little Cupcake rotten.”
“I love you, too, Daddy.” Henry kissed me, and then he made me snort when he pouted. “For now, I would take more of you fucking me.”
“You want to be fucked?”
“Yes. Yes. Please. Please, fuck me, Daddy.”
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Cupcake.”
“Make me feel it tomorrow.” Henry just had the dirtiest mouth on him. But I loved it, and it made my cock throb.
Pulling back, I shoved back in, and I watched him closely for any signs of pain or distress, but there were none. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes fluttered closed, and he was moaning and thrashing his head. Trusting that he would use his safeword if needed, I finally let go and did what I promised him. I fucked him hard and thoroughly. The sound of our skin slapping filled the air. My balls slapped against his ass as I pounded into him.
“Daddy,” Henry screamed into the air.
He wanted me to be in control, and I had no problem with that. I took my hand and gave his one ass cheek a quick slap. His eyes popped open, and his mouth formed a perfect O. Interesting.
“You don’t come until I tell you.”
“Daddy. Please.”
With each thrust, I could feel Henry tighten around my cock. He was close, but so was I. Tilting my hips back, I pegged his prostate as I slammed into him. That made his hole so much tighter, and I was on the verge of coming. His gaze was glued to me, watching for his signal to come.
“Now, Henry. Come for Daddy.”
His cock jerked and cum shot all over his chest while his hole tightened around me. It was just enough pressure. One pump later and I shot my load into his ass. My muscles tensed and sweat rolled down my back. We both shuddered as we recovered from our orgasms. The exertion wore me out. Falling forward, I held myself over Henry as I regained a bit more control over my body. It was the best feeling.
“Oh, Daddy. I can feel your cum dripping down my crack.” Henry's voice was full of emotions. Kissing his nose, I smiled at him.
“How about I clean you up a bit and put a diaper on you? When I change you tomorrow morning, you’ll have my cum in it.”
“Can we?”
“Of course.” The colossal smile he gave me melted my heart. If I weren’t already in love with him, I would have fallen in love with him right then. Henry was so perfect. “Just let me get up, and I’ll get some wipes and a diaper for you, Cupcake.”
“Please hurry.”
“I will.” Kissing him, I slowly pulled my cock out of his ass. It was magical to watch my cum as it leaked from his hole. I shook my head and got out of bed. Only to almost have a heart attack when I saw Charlie sitting on the nightstand, watching us. Frowning, I turned to look at Henry. “Please tell me that he wasn't watching us.”
For a second, Henry just stared at me. Then he looked at his cat and blinked a couple of times. Finally, he turned back to me again and started laughing. He laughed so hard that he nearly fell off the bed. Shaking my head, I left a hysterical Henry behind and went to get some wipes and a fresh diaper. When I got back, he started laughing all over again. Charlie was no longer on the nightstand. Instead, I spotted him on his cat tree. He probably fled from his hysterical laughing Little Daddy.
It took Henry two more minutes with me sitting on the bed before he calmed down enough to look at me.
“Are you done now?”
“It was funny. You acted like we just did a live stream over the internet. It’s just Charlie.”
“He’s your cat.”
“So, Charlie watching is worse than live streaming?”
“What? I never said that.” Holy shit. I needed to distract Henry before he got any ideas about the internet. I knew that there were porn sites where you could upload amateur videos, and I most definitely didn’t want to end up as one
