His Little Sunshine by Della Cain

Chapter Twenty-Two

Quinn

We couldn’t get back to his apartment quickly enough. He hadn’t been there in a while, and the air was stale, but it still smelled like him, and I loved it.

“I can’t wait to slide into you.” He pinched my ass. “I always wondered if it felt as amazing to you as it did to me, and tonight I’m going to find out. Get naked, Daddy.”

I liked him like this, all sure of himself and willing to ask for what he wanted. It didn’t change that I was Daddy or anything about our dynamic. It just showed how compatible we were in and out of the bedroom.

“Shall I dance for you?” I swayed my hips.

“Does that get you naked faster?” He didn’t even wait for my response, running to his dresser and opening it up, grabbing a box. “Thank goodness. Not expired.” He tossed it on the bed. “I think I want to take the dresser back to your place. I know it’s not worth the cost of moving it, but it is to me, so can we do that?”

That was when I saw what I should’ve seen since he grabbed his satchel. Did he want this? Heck yeah. Did it have him as overwhelmed as a small child waking up Christmas morning to a room full of gifts? Also, yes. He needed to be grounded.

I closed the distance between us and held his face, my eyes glued to his. “Daddy can’t wait for you to slide into his ass and fill him with your cum. But, first, you need to let Daddy take over. I want you all the way here with me.” I rubbed noses with him. “Does that work for you?”

If he was determined to be in control, I’d let him. This was his night and his fantasy. But I couldn’t watch him spiral into his head without offering. I had one job, to give him what he needed, and that’s what I planned to do.

“Please, Daddy.”

“That’s my good boy. Let’s get these clothes off of you…except maybe let’s leave the Daddy’s Sunshine on. I like seeing you are mine.” I took off his outer shirt, the one he threw on before leaving the dressing room and left the crop top. Next, I went to his jeans, removing them completely. “Look how hard you are just thinking about sliding into Daddy’s ass.”

I led him to the bed. “You can sit here and watch me get ready for you. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Daddy.” He bobbed his head up and down.

I slowly got undressed and went to the bed for the lube. It was brand new, the packaging a pain in the butt to open, nothing sexy about it whatsoever, but I managed with only a few giggles coming from my Sunshine.

“Being a cowboy, I was thinking it would be nice if I rode you. Would you like that? Would you like to be ridden by a cowboy?”

“Really? You would…really?”

“I would do anything for you.” I leaned down and kissed him breathless. “Anything. Is that what you want, or do you want to fuck me? Either way, you will fill me up and I will be one happy daddy.”

“I…can I fuck you, Daddy?”

“Absolutely. But first, let me get ready for you. Would you like to watch that? Watch Daddy opening himself up for you?”

“Yes.” His voice cracked, his eyes wide, head bouncing up and down.

I got on the bed and lay at an angle where I could easily reach myself. “Go grab a good view.” I didn’t need to ask him twice. He scrambled to the far side of the bed so quickly, I was worried he was going to go over the edge for a split second.

I made a huge show of opening the lube, coating my fingers, and teasing my entrance, first breaching it with one finger then two then a third, each time telling him how much I wished it was his cock and how I’d been craving it.

He fisted his erection, giving it pressure but not moving. He was staving off his orgasm, the one moving toward him just from my teasing and the anticipation of sliding inside me.

“Coat your cock. Get yourself nice and slick for me.” I handed him the lube and, after fumbling with the flip top, he managed to do as I asked. “Are you slick and hard?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I rolled over onto my hands and knees, wanting to make this as easy as possible for him, to give him no room to let his mind wander past the feelings of our joining. “Are you ready, Sunshine? Are you ready to make me come with your dick in my ass?”

“So ready.” He got behind me, lining himself up with my entrance. “You’ll tell me if I do it wrong or hurt you or something?”

He was already starting to worry. I needed to squash that. “I promise.” I shook my ass. “Slide into me. Show me I’m yours.”

He pressed into me slowly, and I called out his name. “Brad, you feel so good inside me.”

His hands settled on my hips.

“Please move. Pound into me like you are marking me as yours.”

That broke through whatever had been holding him back, and he started to move into me faster and faster, with stronger thrusts and a tighter grip on my hips. His rhythm was off, almost like a frenzy, and that made it exponentially hotter.

He was lost in the feeling of our lovemaking. And that’s what this was. We might have called it fucking, and there was nothing overtly sweet about what was happening, but that didn’t change it. This was us connecting on a whole different level, showing a trust that ran deeper than I’d ever have asked of him and would never take for granted.

“You feel so good. I can’t help it. I need to touch myself.” I would ask him to touch me. His breathing and faltering thrusts told me he was barely holding on, fighting his orgasm.

I balanced on one arm, something I wouldn’t be able to do for long, and jerked myself. It didn’t take much time. I’d been hard all night, and hearing and feeling the way he was coming undone already had me on the brink. “Sunshine!” I praised as my cum shot out. “Fill me with your cum.”

Three thrusts later, and he stilled as his orgasm raced through him.

He collapsed, his chest to my back, and he bit me.

Sexy. As. Fuck.

“That was…” He was panting, his dick slipping out of me. “Thank you, Daddy.” He flopped onto the bed beside me and jumped up as quickly as he did. “Eww.”

“What? Cum is gross now?” I teased, getting up and off the bed. I could swap out the bedding easily enough.

“No. Cum is not gross.” He held up a glistening bottle of lube. “I might have forgotten to close the lid and then fell on it.”

“Thank you for that,” I said, and he looked up at me confused.

“For the lube or the sex?”

“I mean the sex was amazing and wonderful and deserves far more than mere words can provide, but I meant the lube.”

“Why?”

“Because it means I need to give you a shower now, and I will have to spend more time touching your body, of course.” He just shook his head at my words, but he did climb out of bed, not acting like he opposed my idea.

“Let me change the sheets first.”

I kissed him then gave his butt a playful pat. “Nope. Daddy’s here, and he wants to take care of you.”

“You always take care of me, Daddy. Even when you think I don’t notice.” He wrapped his arms around me. “I’m the world’s luckiest boy.”

“That works for me, since I’m the world’s luckiest daddy.”