Page 157 of Pretty ’n Peak

Soon Mateo was whimpering and panting beneath him.

“Up on your knees, baby.”

Mateo brought up one knee and then the other, until his ass was spread open.

With another squirt of lube, Austin tucked his pinky finger in with the others. Slowly, he worked his way in.

Mateo made an inarticulate sound, half need and half pain. Austin stroked down his back. “That’s right, baby. You know what your ass is for. Open for Daddy.”

“Is that… is that four fingers?”

“That’s right. We’re almost there.” He raked across that firm nub inside, just to hear Mateo scream.

“I don’t…” He panted. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“That’s okay, pretty girl. Daddy will help you.”

Fuck, did that do it for him. He’d nearly come when Mateo said it last night.

In his scenes before, he’d forced subs to go right up to the edge. Sometimes roughly. Sometimes coldly. Sometimes without a word.

But turning it around like this, so that he was helping Mateo hurt for him…

Mateo must have thought so too, if his ragged cries were anything to go by. “Thank you, Daddy,” he finally panted out.

God, so fucking sweet and dirty, all at the same time.

Austin’s cock was begging for friction, ready to explode at the slightest touch.

But he could ignore it. His hand was enveloped in Mateo’s tight heat, and those sounds that Mateo was making were erotic symphonies.

He set up a steady rhythm, savoring the hisses and grunts as he worked the full width of his fingers inside. More lube, and then he was twisting to the side, letting his fingers tug and widen.

“Daddy… please. It’s…” There weren’t any words after that. Just whimpers and moans.

“I know, baby. It’s too much. But we’re almost there.”

“Help me, Daddy.” Mateo sounded like an angel. “Help me take it for you.”

“Of course, darling girl. You’re going to take it so good for me.”

He withdrew carefully, even as Mateo whimpered in disappointment. The plug had rolled away, invisible against the dark bedspread, and he needed a moment to find the towel and wipe his other hand.

But once he found everything, he hefted the heavy orb and coated it with lube. He used his still slick hand to guide him back to Mateo’s hole, which now accepted his fingers easily.

“Bear down,” he instructed, switching them out for the tapered tip. “That’s right. That’s right.”

Mateo was panting. “Daddy?”

He paused, working the distance he’d already gained back in and out.

“You’ve got this sweetheart. Daddy’s got you. Deep breath and push out.”

Then he pushed, not letting up as Mateo gasped and whimpered, his body trembling and straining, until the widest part squeezed through. Then his body was sucking it in. Austin ran his lubed fingers over the thin skin closing around the small handle. “You did it, Peach. How do you feel?”

He whimpered. “It’s so big.”

“I know.” Austin gave the handle a tap. “So full, just like dirty little cocksluts should be.”