Joy and Pain

by Celia Kyle

  Cool digits circle my asshole, nerves tingling, stretching and awakening under his touch. Round and round they go until a single finger slips past the rings of muscle to invade my body. He fucks me then, out and in, nice and slow until I’m sweating and needing more.

  Much more.

  “Zeke...” I don’t care if I’m begging.

  His finger disappears. “What?”

  A shudder works through me, cock impossibly harder. My voice is soft, a whisper, when I respond. “Daddy.”

  He gives me more, stretching and filling at the same time, fingers finding that special spot inside me, stroking the walnut-shaped piece of flesh that sends lightning through me from head to toe. I close my eyes, back arched and muscles tight while I rock against him, fuck myself on his hand, take what he’s offering and work toward my release.

  Harder and harder I move, panting, dying and living at the same time. Need, need, need...

  But I get nothing. Zeke pulls free of my body and I open my eyes to see him fitting a condom over his cock and I lick my lips, suddenly realizing I haven’t had a taste of him.

  “Later, baby.”

  He really needs to stop talking. Really.

  I open my mouth to tell him that, but he’s easing into me, ass burning, skin stretching and accommodating his girth. Fuckity fuck fuck. And another fuck.

  He braces his hands on either side of my shoulders, gaze on mine while he continues to invade me, giving me an ache that only he can soothe.

  Zeke inches forward and then eases back, in and then out, over and again until he’s seated to the hilt. He’s been holding his breath the whole time, as if afraid even breathing would ruin the moment. We both moan when he’s all the way in and I wiggle my ass, wanting to take him even deeper.

  “Minx.” He drops his forehead to mine as we share the very air we breathe.

  “Your minx?” Yeah, I’m a needy little shit.

  “Mine.” Zeke growls and captures my lips in a kiss, teeth nipping, tongue dueling with mine while we explore each other. He retreats before shoving forward once again, yanking a groan from my chest. I stroke him, fingers exploring chiseled muscles and sensitive skin. Learning him from outside in.

  His breathing is growing heavy, our bodies moving without conscious thought, taking and giving everything we’ve got. I want this, him, more and all of it at once.

  I plant my feet on the bed and work my hips to meet his thrusts, giving us each a little bit more to hold onto, a bigger wave of pleasure to ride.

  Already I can feel myself easing toward the edge, climbing the mountain and preparing myself to jump off the ledge. The pleasure is skittering along my spine, plucking at every nerve ending from head to toes and back again to settle in my balls. God, I want it. Him. Everything.

  Did I mention that?

  Closer and closer I ease toward release. My cock’s steadily leaking now, filled to bursting, but not without Zeke. My Daddy. Just, mine.

  “Come on, baby.” One of his hands leaves the bed, encircle my cock and tugs on the hard flesh. I still for a blink and then change my movements, allow myself to get fucked, yet fuck his hand. I slide easily through the circle of his fingers, his grip tightening and handing pleasure over on a platter.

  I feel like I’m going to stop breathing at any moment, everything crowding in on me and pushing, dragging me, to the edge.

  “Come on. Come for me.” His voice is pure growl, a demand and a plea in one, forcing me to listen.

  Back arched, mouth open and Zeke’s name on my lips, I come on my chest, pleasure gathering and radiating through my entire body. Wave after wave of ecstasy pours through me, rides along my veins and I’m shaking with the intensity. String after string of cum spurts from the head of my dick and Zeke stills above me, roaring his own pleasure, screaming my name as if he’d never get to speak again.

  “Tevin.”

  God, the sound of his voice is enough to get me hard again. My cock twitches, interested, yet exhausted.

  Zeke slumps over me and I cradle him close, relishing in his heavy weight. I feel protected, wanted. His faced is pressed against my neck and I can feel his lips pressing against my skin, tongue licking me. He’s nuzzling me, showing the sweet side of the large man who seems to be able to scare just about everyone. I’m not scared anymore.

  At least, not a lot.

  Much too soon, he rises and pulls free of my ass. Suddenly empty, I whimper at the loss of contact, earning a soft pet from Zeke, his palm skimming my chest, sifting through the come to stroke my skin. “Shh...I’ll be right back.”

  I quiet and watch him stalk to the bathroom, returning in moments with a washcloth. A few quick swipes and I’m clean, Zeke settling next to me, pulling the covers over our naked bodies and tugging me close. I snuggle against him, head resting on his shoulder.

  Content.

  More than, actually.

  “Was it worth it?”

  I’m half asleep already. I barely register his words. “Huh?”

  “Your show tonight. Was it worth the pain?”

  I sigh. “Oh, yeah. I got you, right? Any amount of pain is worth being with you, Zeke. Don’t freak on me, but it totally was worth the spanking.”

  Zeke’s quiet for a few moments and I’m convinced I’ve blown it all to hell by telling him that he’s worth just about anything.

  He tightens his arm around me and presses a soft kiss to the top of my head. “I promise not to freak on you if you don’t freak on me.”

  “Deal.”

  Then his hands are on me, shifting me until I’m a human blanket on top of him, staring into his eyes. “Good. Because I’m keeping you.”

  All righty then.

  About the Author:

  Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.

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