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Ben really is the perfect boy, and I can’t put into words how happy I am that I found him. As I vowed silently to myself almost a year ago, I’m never going to let him go.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
BEN
Dinner is a delicious torture. The food is divine, but I’m very well aware I have a giant plug in my ass the entire time. It doesn’t help that Ian’s hands have been on my body every second he can. They are innocent touches to the average person, but they have me aching for more.
By the time dessert rolls around, I’m dying to get home and have Ian fuck me into the mattress. To have him own my body and leave me feeling how well he uses me for days.
“Do you not like your cheesecake?” Ian asks with a smirk.
“It’s fine,” I grumble, but don’t take another bite.
“Is something wrong,” he inquires with a tilt of his head.
This time, I glare at him. “You know exactly what’s wrong.”
“I do?” he asks in fake shock, and I roll my eyes.
“You keep touching me, teasing me, and staring at me with those gorgeous blue fuck-me eyes and all the while, I have a giant butt plug in my ass,” I hiss out at him in a hushed voice. “I’m so hard I’m afraid my penis is going to fall off. All I want is to be home already so you can finally make good on your promise, but you’re enjoying being a masochist tonight and taking your sweet time, even though you’re well aware that it’s killing me.”
Ian chuckles. “All you have to do is ask nicely, my sweet boy, and I’ll pay the bill and take you home.”
“Please, Daddy. I need you so bad,” I beg shamelessly.
Ian flags down the waiter and pays our bill as soon as he has it. Ian isn’t a liar, but I wasn’t expecting him to actually pay so quickly, not that I’m complaining. I need us to get home before I come in my pants.
Ian drives us home, never exceeding the speed limit, though I wish he would. The second we pull into the driveway, I bolt into our house and head directly to the bedroom.
“Someone sure is a needy boy,” Ian says once he arrives behind me.
“Needy doesn’t even begin to describe how I’m feeling right now,” I complain.
“Get naked then,” he commands.
He doesn’t even have the last word out before I’m stripping out of my clothes, which makes him laugh. Ian takes his time getting undressed like he doesn’t see my cock leaking an insane amount of precum. Like he isn’t aware of how fucking desperate I am right now.
“Get on all fours near the edge of the bed,” he instructs once he’s naked.
I obey his command at lightning speed and shiver when he runs his hand down my spine. “You’re such a good boy,” he whispers. “So fucking perfect for me.”
“I need you, Daddy,” I whimper. “Please fuck me.”
Ian doesn’t respond, and for a second, I’m afraid he’s going to scold me for swearing, but how exactly does he expect me to keep a clean mouth when I’m this horny? Thankfully, my worries are pushed away when the audible click of the lube bottle sounds out, letting me know that he’s getting himself ready. Seconds later, there’s a tug on the butt plug as he gently removes it, leaving me empty. Thankfully, though, that emptiness only lasts for a short time.
Ian slams into me with one thrust, and I cry out as he fills me with his perfect cock.
“You like that, don’t you?” Ian asks.
I nod but struggle to find the words to respond with.
“You love it when Daddy fucks you hard,” he states, doing exactly that.
His hips move fast and hard, giving me everything I’ve been dreaming of all night. My needy mewls, Ian’s growls, and the sound of skin slapping together fill the room as he fucks me exactly how I love it.
We’ve barely started when the telltale signal of my orgasm approaches, and I gasp.
“Daddy, I’m close,” I warn him.
