"That’s it, son. That’s how you get all of Daddy inside you."
He isn’t really my Daddy but i became His boy the moment He kissed me. He is a gentle yet passionate kisser who works my mouth until I’m a quivering mess desperate for Him to be deep inside me. I never tire of His dick even though it’s very large and always takes time for me to take it all in. He’s slow and patient with me but He’s clearly in charge. We go at His pace, not mine. In the end He will fuck me as hard and as long as it takes until He cums no matter how much it hurts me.
He travels to my small town every other week for business and when He does i rarely leave His hotel room while He’s here. He is a married Man of means and is used to giving commands and having them obeyed. He is the only Man who fucks me raw because, as He says, my pussy belongs to Him. i love the tender way He treats me like an overly protective and possessive Father, which makes it easier to endure the extended pain of having my pussy bred so deeply and so hard.
We’re in love and it shows every time our bodies connect. i’m learning how to please Him and my body responds instinctively to His. i love everything about Him: the way He feels on top of me; the taste of His cum when i gently suck it from His cock after He’s fucked me; the way He holds me at night and wakes me in the morning; the way He’s training me to be the perfect boy - obedient, appreciative, and respectful.