21. Cameron

The juxtaposition of Sam's dominance and uncertainty was turning me the fuck on. I couldn't figure him out completely, and the challenge made me want to keep going, see where this would end up. Hopefully with both of us sated and lying in our own sweat and cum.

Before I could answer his question, he pushed me back on the bed, crawling on top of me. I scrambled up to the pillows again, and again he followed me. Then he leaned in for a kiss, and my eyes rolled back into my head.

Holy shit.

I could feel every inch of his skin against mine—the burn of his scruff against my jaw, the scratch of his chest hair along my skin, the feel of his hard t-dick rubbing against mine—and the scrape of the sheet against my abused ass. I moaned. "Sam, please, more."

He pulled back to find my gaze. "More?"

I nodded. "Yes, please, more. Keep rubbing my dick. Get me off. Get us both off."

Sam nodded back then rocked his hips into mine with greater intention, frotting into me. The sensation pulled a loud moan from both of us, spurring us to rock back into each other, creating an endless loop that was only going to end with both of us exploding. God, he felt incredible.

"Yes, Daddy, so good. Amazing, god, yes . . ." I started babbling, but I didn't care. He was amazing at this, at lighting my body up, and he needed to know that. I couldn't believe he'd been insecure about this. His skills had skills. Or maybe this was all natural talent. Either way, it felt fucking incredible.

"Cameron, baby, fuck . . ." His thrusts sped up slightly but enough that I knew he was getting close. I was right there with him.

"Yes, Sam, keep going. Shit, baby, I'm gonna come. Fuck! Can I come, Daddy? Please? Can I come for you?"

He growled, and I knew he absolutely loved that I'd asked for permission. "Boy, you will not come until I say so."

Oh, shit. Guess I walked into that one. But I wasn't complaining, even though his growly command set me on fire, having the opposite effect. I wanted to come so badly, I wasn't sure how I was going to hold off. The burn in my ass was only intensifying my need to come.

"Please, Daddy, please! I'll do anything you ask, anything . . . I just need to come." I started sobbing in my attempt to hold it off, and though I couldn't stop it, I knew it was serving me well. Because his hips picked up their pace, and I could've sworn I felt his dick pulsing, ready to release.

"Come for me now, boy," he commanded, and instantly, my back arched and my dick jerked, throbbing as my orgasm coursed through me. In the same instant, his fingers wrapped around my hips and dug into my ass cheeks, making another wave hit. Similar to before, my second wave seemed to spur his on, and we got caught in a loop again. God, I wanted to stay like this forever.

Perhaps only from pure exhaustion and literal muscle failure, we eventually slowed our movements until he lay on top of me, our chests heaving in unison. I gazed up into his eyes, tucking away a stray hair that obscured my view.

"Fucking shit, Cameron. That was hot as hell."

I grinned up at him. "Hell yeah, it was." I squirmed beneath him, and he grunted when our sensitive dicks slid against each other again. I moaned at the sensation. I hadn't seen him grab anything, so I assumed the lubricant making our dicks glide easily was from him, since I'd stopped producing a ton of it years ago. I loved knowing part of him was all over me.

He crawled off of me to lay at my side, pulling me close to him. I turned my back to him, letting him spoon me on top of the covers. A guy could get used to this shit.

I hummed my assent when he pulled me even closer, and he chuckled low in my ear. "This feels amazing."

I grinned though he couldn't see. "It does. Everything has felt amazing with you, Sam."

He squeezed me even more tightly. "I feel the same, Cameron. This has been more than I'd hoped for."

Was he getting choked up? I could've sworn I heard his voice break a little on that last sentence. I turned in his arms to find his eyes, ignoring my heated ass. "Really? What were you hoping for?"

He smiled sweetly at me, and I loved the way his eyes crinkled. "Actually, I hadn't hoped at all. I'm still trying to wrap my brain around how someone like you would want someone like me."

I turned completely in his arms, our bodies lined up again, skin to skin. "Listen good, Sam. I'm not above taking you over my knee if you need it. I mean, I much prefer it the other way, but if my Daddy needs reminding, I'm game."

His eyes got wide before he chuckled. "I can't decide if I'd like that or not."

I smirked at him. "Something to try in the future, maybe." Something pinched my ass then—how had his hand moved there without my knowing?—and I yelped. "Hey!"

Sam started laughing. "I like keeping you on your toes."

I grinned. "I like it, too." Then I hesitated, wondering if I wanted to say what had just popped into my head.

"What?"

I pursed my lips. "So . . . were you good with everything we did? I mean, I figured you'd be down for the Daddy shit, but what about the humiliation kink and the punishment role play? It can be different in person than online."

"Oh, you were definitely getting punished—no role play involved."

I laughed. "Okay. For the record, I'm good with that. But it was all good? It felt right?"

He nodded. "Absolutely. So fucking hot, Cameron, seriously."

I sighed dramatically, clutching my chest. "Oh, good."

He started laughing again, pulling me into his chest. I joined him because it felt so damn good to laugh, so damn good to be held by this perfect and beautiful man.

We just laid there as our laughter quieted. An indeterminate amount of time passed, and a blissful silence settled over us, over the room. I basked in every minute of it. I would be happy being held by Sam forever.

I'd almost drifted off when he spoke. "So . . ." he started, and I pulled away, just a little, so I could see his expression.

"So?"

"Okay, so don't think this is weird or anything. But Alex—you know, the guy I led that yoga class with—convinced me to come out tonight to get laid. And he actually made me a fucking ‘care package' to put in my car in case I got lucky."

I smirked and sat up, gasping. "Well, I'd say you did."

Sam sat up beside me, throwing his head back as he laughed. "The luckiest."

When he didn't say anything else, I blinked at him. "Uh, so do I get to see what's in this care package?"

Sam jolted. "Oh! Sure." His eyebrows danced before he pushed away from me, standing up. I mourned the loss, but seeing him walk over to where we'd thrown his pants across the room was worth it. His ass was incredible—I'd totally been right at the yoga studio. And the club.

"Second drawer," I called out as he was buttoning his leather pants, and he whipped around to find my gaze.

I nodded toward the dresser that stood a foot away from him. "Grab a T-shirt from my second drawer."

His face emanated gratitude as he slid open the drawer and slipped a large black T-shirt over his head, hiding the sexy muscles in his back that I was definitely licking later. Then he turned back to me with a sparkle in his eye. "Be right back."

Falling back on the bed, I listened as Sam made his way back through my dark house and out to his car. I soon heard the car lock beep, felt the air change in my house as my front door opened and shut, and smelled the unmistakable scent of Sam swirling in my bedroom as he hurried inside. Then he dropped a shoebox-sized cloth case on the edge of the bed before stripping off his clothes.

I watched him undress quickly, salivating as he revealed every beautiful inch of his body. When he was finished, I blinked out of my lust-induced stupor then scooted over on my knees and reached for the zipper that bisected the top. He playfully swatted my hand away as he sunk to the mattress, fully naked now. "Nope, I get to reveal the goodies inside."

I snickered as he opened the bag himself and promptly pulled out a string of condoms. He moaned as I rolled my eyes. "Guess he wanted to make sure I was covered."

I toppled over onto my side, laughing at his terrible joke. "Oh god. You're so ridiculous."

Sam tossed the orange foil string aside and dove back in, talking to himself in an unbelievably endearing way. "Nope, we don't need that. Or that. Um . . ."

I climbed back on my knees, spreading them apart as I watched from a foot away. "Sam! The anticipation is killing me!"

He eyed me, his hands still rummaging around in the bag. "We really need to work on your patience, don't we, boy?"

Fluttering my eyelashes at him, I clasped my hands between my legs and offered, in my cutest tone of voice, "No, Daddy."

We both devolved into laughter then, until Sam shouted "Ah-ha!" and pulled out a bright red dildo sealed in its original packaging.

I gasped. "Holy shit!"

"Right?" He opened the box, tipped it over, then waved the plastic-covered silicone dick in the air. After tossing it on the bed in front of me, he moved his case to the nightstand and sat down, next to that thing. It wasn't huge, but it was long and would require a bit of prep for me to be able to take it. "Think we can have some fun with that?"

I nodded vigorously. "Oh, fuck yes. Please."

He reached for it, quickly peeling off the plastic and freeing our new friend. "I guess I already know you're a bottom."

I nodded, anticipation getting the better of me. Maybe Sam was right about being impatient. Ugh. "Absolutely. I prefer having things up my ass."

He raised his eyebrows, handing me the silicone monster. "‘Things'?"

I grinned. "Yes. ‘Things.' Things like dildos, vibrators, plugs—really anything that's reasonably safe."

"Holy hell." He pinched the bridge of his nose before staring back at me, his eyes flashing. "That sounds like a challenge."

"Oh no," I deadpanned, stripping all inflection from my voice, "please don't take that as a challenge, Daddy."

He snorted and let out that musical laugh—deeper now than when I'd met him but still just as beautiful—and I joined in. We eventually ended up on our backs atop the pillows.

When we'd composed ourselves, he grinned over at me. "I never thought this would be so much fun. I mean, it's all hot and you're fucking sexy, but I haven't laughed this much in years, either."

I chuckled as my laughter subsided. "I know, right? Honestly, I haven't either." My face fell as I grew serious. "I mean, most guys are jerks. Even the ones who say they're cool with being with a trans guy actually aren't. Some want to sleep with us just to say they did, like we're a notch on their bedpost. Others want to prove to themselves they can get us off. And other ones are just plain transphobic and run the other way."

Sam put his hand on my shoulder, his expression sorrowful. "I'm so sorry to hear that, Cameron. I can't imagine."

I cocked my head to the side. "Really? Because I can't imagine you staying single your whole life. Even if you haven't been transitioning long."

He sat up next to me, crossing his legs. I matched him, because this seemed like it might take awhile. And I was here to listen.

"I told you I was fairly new to all this, right?"

I nodded.

"I've really only had one serious relationship as an adult. I lost my virginity in college to some semi-attractive nerd who had the hots for me—his words. I'm guessing it was because I was presenting super femme at the time."

"Been there."

He huffed out a humorless laugh. "That's right, you told me that. It's really nice to find someone who gets it."

I grabbed his hand. "I think so, too." I smiled. "Go on."

He nodded once, squeezing my hand. "Sex was . . . well, it made me feel grown up, like an adult. I liked that part of it. The action itself, well . . . I didn't hate the full feeling, but it didn't really do anything for me, either. My favorite part was when he let me ride him, when I had a little control. I couldn't get off with him inside me, though, and when he finished, he just left. I wasn't even in the mood to finish myself." He sighed. "I never saw that guy again."

I rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb. "I'm so sorry, Sam."

He shrugged, frowning. "I did have a long-term thing with another guy, though, several years later. We were together for over five years."

My eyes popped wide. "Really? That's . . . how did that work? If you don't mind me asking, was sex always difficult?"

"Oh, yeah. Definitely. Whenever we had sex, same result. I could only get off with, um, assistance."

"Like a vibrator or his tongue or fingers?"

The corners of his eyes turned down. "Well, when I used a vibrator, anyway, usually after he'd left to clean up. He had no interest in anything else. He never touched me there, and he certainly wouldn't put his mouth anywhere near me. Guess he didn't feel like that was his job, or maybe he just thought it was disgusting. That I was disgusting." He drew in a shaky breath and whispered a heartbreaking confession. "Sometimes I still believe I am."

My heart broke for him. "I'm so sorry, Sam, truly." Without thinking, I pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly to me. I felt him melt into my embrace, his body shaking a bit with what I suspected were tears. "I know it's not the same thing, but I've been there, too."

He pulled away from me to find my gaze. "Really?"

I nodded. "Yup. My relationship lasted longer, but it dissolved quickly when I told him I wanted to transition. Turns out, he was homophobic and didn't want to be in a relationship with a guy. Oh, and super transphobic as well."

His face fell, and I felt the compassion in his still watery eyes as he reached over to rub my shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Cameron. No one deserves that."

I sniffed, holding in tears. "It's okay. It's not like I blame him—I just couldn't keep being the person he wanted me to be. I wasn't that person anymore, and I couldn't live like that any longer."

He nodded. "I keep wondering how it took me so long to get here. Why I didn't realize it before now. I mean, how un-self-aware did I have to be to not recognize the signs? They seem so obvious now, looking back."

I frowned. "Everyone comes to things in their own time. That's why they say hindsight's twenty-twenty, right?"

He huffed a laugh. "Yeah, I suppose."

"May I ask what made you realize that you were trans?"

Sam hesitated, biting his lip adorably again. Since I couldn't resist, I cupped his cheek, running my thumb over the marks. That must've pulled him from his thoughts, because he made eye contact with me again. "Actually, I read about it in a book. The character was a trans guy, a top, and I saw myself in him. Once I realized it, I couldn't unsee it. It was so obvious." He shook his head once. "And now I'm just trying to live my life as authentically as possible."

"You realized that about yourself in a book?" I asked. He nodded. "That's incredible. That's why I write books—they literally can change people's lives."

Sam glanced away, seemingly lost in thought. I rubbed the back of the hand I still held until he was ready to come back to me.

Eventually, he turned toward me again. "Can I confess something?"

My stomach tumbled. "Of course."

"And you won't hate me?"

Uh-oh. "Sam, you're kind of scaring me right now."

His nervous laugh didn't allay my fears. "I'm sorry, Cameron. I don't mean to. I just wanted you to know . . ." He took a deep breath, and I froze as I waited for the rest. "That book was yours."

My mouth dropped open, and I just stared at him for what had to be a full minute. My eyes searched his, looking for any hint of inauthenticity or disingenuousness, but all I saw was an open vulnerability I wanted to soothe. When I finally found my voice, it cracked. "Sam . . . I helped you realize you were trans?"

His eyes filled with tears. "Yes, Cameron, your book changed me completely. I owe all of this—and what comes next—to you." He swept his hand down his naked body.

The gravity of his confession settled over me, but it didn't feel too heavy. Instead, it felt like a warm, cozy blanket. I let the weight of it suffuse every nerve ending, every muscle, every bone. Penetrate to my soul. The responsibility I felt for being so instrumental in his life was an honor I would forever cherish. "Oh, Sam," I breathed. "I . . . I'm legitimately speechless. I . . ."

He chuckled, rubbing his fingertips from my temple down my cheek, a loving caress. "The writer has lost his words. Hope it's not permanent."

I shook my head, trying to clear it. "No, never. I just can't believe . . . thank you." I smiled at him softly. "You've given me such an incredible gift. I will treasure it always."

Sam, to his credit, just grinned, pulling me from the import of the moment by holding up the dildo between us. "I have another gift to give you, if you're interested."

Then the bastard winked, and I laughed. "God, you're great. Yes. Hell yes. Fuck me, Sam."

His eyes lit on fire at that. "With pleasure. Just . . ."

I placed my hand on his arm. "I'll walk you through it. Did Alex put lube in there?"

He leaned over the case, pulling out a small bottle. "This work?"

I quickly checked the type, making sure it would work with the silicone and the condoms, which I'd dug out of Sam's bag for easier cleanup, then nodded. "Should be good to go. You ever opened a guy up?"

Sam shook his head.

"No problem; it's simple. I'll walk you through it, okay?"

He nodded, and I laid back, my head on the pillow, him seated beside me.

"Do you know the basic mechanics?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I have to prep you to take the dildo. Otherwise, I could hurt you." He smirked. "I've read enough of your books to know that."

I laughed. "So you know, then." I bent my legs and spread them apart. "Are you ready to get started?"

His brow furrowed as he stared between my legs. His pupils were blown, and I don't think I'd ever felt so wanted as I did in that moment. "Yes."

"Good. Start with lots of lube and one finger. Take your time—you should be able to feel when I'm ready to take more. If not, don't worry. I'll let you know."

He nodded, his gaze still focused on my dick but his body not moving to open the lube bottle.

I put my hand on his. "Sam, relax. It's okay. You're not going to mess this up. You've already made me come twice tonight, so I already know how talented you are."

He froze, unopened lube bottle in hand. Then he set it on the bed beside me, and my stomach dropped. Did he not want to do this anymore?

But then his eyes lit up, and he grabbed my legs, hoisting them up on his shoulders and lifting my still sore ass in the air. I gasped when I realized his intent. "I have a better idea."

Then the man dove in.

I screamed when his tongue made contact with my hole. I'd never had anyone eat my ass before, and all I could think about was how this had to be heaven because holy shit, this was goddamn divine.

As his tongue circled my tight pucker, loosening it up for him, I writhed on the bed. Well, half of me did. The other half was in the air, splayed out in front of him as he worshipped my asshole like I was a god.

Holy fucking shit. This man was going to kill me.

His tongue pressed against my hole after a minute, and I did my best to relax, let him in, even though I was seeing stars. Soon, but not soon enough, his tongue breached my hole, and I screamed again. How the hell was this man single? How the hell was he an ass virgin? How the hell had he figured out how to do this?!

"Sam! Holy fucking god, Sam. Where the hell did you learn to do that?"

He pulled off, setting me gently back on the bed before grabbing the bottle of lube and working a single slippery finger inside while he wiped his mouth with his other hand. "I was just doing what I thought would feel good." I moaned when his finger slid inside, breaching my tight rings of muscle. "Did it feel okay?"

"Okay? Goddammit! I think I saw fucking angels." I sucked in a breath as his finger sunk in past the knuckle. "You are a miracle, Sam."

He laughed shyly, which was fucking adorable. I bent in half, leaning up to kiss him. It was awkward as hell, but I managed it.

And as an added bonus, the movement made his finger slide all the way in and nail a magical spot inside me. I called out.

He picked up on it and did it again and again, pumping in and out. "Sam . . ." I groaned, trying to breathe through the pleasurable intrusion. "Shit!"

He chuckled darkly, the laugh I was starting to learn was his sadism coming out. I wasn't going to complain—though my stomach did do a little flip. "I think my boy likes that."

I nodded, breathing hard. "Yes. Daddy, please."

He pulled out, grabbed the bottle of lube again, coated his fingers, then was back at my entrance with two fingers. I groaned through the stretch and bore down, and his fingers slid in more easily than I would've thought they would.

Sam picked up the pace, and soon I was shaking. Then he added a third finger.

"Dammit!" I yelled, and under normal circumstances, I would've worried that my neighbors could hear. This time, though, I didn't give a shit.

Sam's three huge fingers—at least they felt that way in my ass—continued working me over until I was a panting, needy mess in my sheets, which were currently bunched up under me, rubbing against my sensitive cheeks, lighting me on fire. Too soon, he pulled out, and I mourned the loss.

"Need. More. Inside. Now."

He chuckled—again, that sadistic one that said I might be in for a little torture with my orgasm—and picked up the dildo and a condom, tearing the latter off the strip. Quickly rolling the condom over the head and down the long shaft, he then opened the lube bottle again and coated it well.

Then the head bumped up against my hole.

I bore down, breathing out as I did so I could take it, but Sam didn't press it further. Instead, he pulled it back.

"Does my boy want my dick inside him?"

"Fuck," I cursed, realizing Sam was feeding me his dick now. And goddamn was that hot. "Please, Daddy, please. I need it. I need you so bad."

"How badly, boy? How badly do you need it?"

I whimpered. "So bad, Daddy. I need to feel you inside me, splitting me open. I need to be fucked, Daddy. I want to take your cock."

He grunted, and I caught his gaze. His pupils were blown, completely obscuring his irises, and I knew he wanted more than anything to fuck me hard, make me come again with his dick in my ass. And I was going to take it for him so well, be such a good boy that he'd always want me. That he'd never leave.

Sam pressed the tip against my prepped hole again. This time, he whispered, "There you go, boy. Take it. Take my cock. I want to see it split you wide open. Take it all for me, boy. Take every inch." Then he pushed it inside.

I screamed as I bore down, feeling it pop past my rings of muscle and fill me up. The burn from my hole being stretched and the sheets on my tender ass intensified the sensation as did the way his eyes were glued to my hole, soaking up every detail.

"Shit, Cameron, you are taking me so good. You're so good for me. Such a good boy."

Good boy. His words made my whole body relax, and the rest of the dildo sank inside me with ease until I'd taken everything but the last inch or two. I felt so fucking full, and it was glorious.

"It feels so good. I'm so full of you, Daddy. So full. So . . ." I closed my eyes and started crying, the emotion overwhelming me.

He stilled the dick inside me and leaned forward. "Are you okay, baby?"

I blinked my eyes open to find his gaze. "More than okay, Sam. It's . . . wonderful. I can feel you inside me."

He smiled, but his eyes were sad. "It's not really me, but I wish it were."

I reached between my legs, grunting as the dildo shifted inside me, to cup his face in my hands and pull him closer. "No, it is you, Sam. This is you fucking me. Can't you feel it? This closeness—this is the intimacy that comes with having mind-blowing sex with another human being. The parts you have don't matter to me. This connection with you is what matters."

His eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I feel that, Cameron. I feel it with you."

I nodded, fighting my own tears. "Good." I dropped my hands then let how much I wanted him blaze in my eyes. "Now, while I love this, I think you're being left out. I'd love to suck you if you'll let me."

He inhaled sharply. I could see fear, longing, desire, and uncertainty flicker through his eyes in an instant, and my heart hurt for him. He deserved to be fucking cherished. "Get up here, Sam. Let me blow you while I get off on your massive cock."

He shuddered and started moving. But instead of climbing up my chest and feeding me his dick, he flipped around so his head was near my cock and his was in my face.

"Shit, babe, this is . . . this is fucking hot."

I felt him move, and then the dick inside me pumped in and out once, just a little. I gasped. "You're right," Sam said. "This is better."

I chuckled against his dick, and I felt him shudder. "You have the best ideas, Sam. Now try to hold still. I want to taste you until you come on my tongue. Maybe more than once." Then I sucked him into my mouth.

He shouted, his body writhing on top of mine until he seemed to regain his wits. The second after that happened, I felt his mouth close over my t-dick, his tongue swirling around it, playing with it, working fucking magic. Then the dildo started moving again.

I saw fucking stars as I moaned around his dick, which caused him to groan around mine, which made him pump faster, harder, which made me see stars. Our endless loop was back again, and I couldn't help but want to stay like this forever, giving him pleasure, him giving it right back.

My hands moved to open his ass cheeks. It was only fair to return the favor, right? So I licked up his crack until my tongue grazed his hole.

He gasped, pulling off my dick, but I didn't care. I suspected he'd never had this done to him before, either.

But as I knew he would, once he'd gotten over the shock, he doubled down his efforts on both my dick and my ass, moving faster, more insistently. My index finger and thumb pinched around his dick, stroking it as I ate his ass. Soon, we were both shaking.

He pulled off again. "Cameron! I'm gonna come, baby. Fuck, you're so good at that."

I chuckled against his hole, which must've worked like a vibrator, because he shuddered.

"Shit!" He screamed as he came, his body jerking on top of me, lost in the throes of ecstasy. His hand never stopped pumping that fat dildo, though, and the scream around my dick sent me soaring. I echoed his shout as I shook and danced beneath him, my orgasm tearing through me. I came so hard, I might've blacked out for a second.

I could tell his orgasm had started abating when his body relaxed, and Sam lifted off of me then, turning to settle between my legs once again. I mourned the feel of his body on mine, but I was glad for the air. Especially when he jumped right back in to sucking my dick and pumping that cock.

"Sam, please!"

I glanced up to see his eyes flicker, and I knew I wasn't getting out of this one. He wouldn't stop until I gave him another one at least.

But, oh god, I was so sensitive. "Daddy, please, it hurts. I came so hard for you—I can't do it again."

He pulled off, but I didn't have time to feel the relief, because his fingers closed around me and started stroking. "God, I love when you hurt for me, baby. You've got another one in you; I know it." He picked up the pace, fucking me with the goddamn dildo. Between this and the spanking earlier, sitting was going to be difficult for the next week.

"Sam," I sobbed, pleading. "I was such a good boy for you, wasn't I? Why are you punishing me, Daddy?"

"Because I can."

I whimpered, knowing I was going to give him everything he demanded of me. Even as my dick hardened again and the overstimulation gave way to a painful pleasure that scrambled my brain.

"You want to please me, don't you?"

I sobbed out, "Yes, Daddy." Then I gasped, trying to catch my breath. "I want to please you."

A rough stroke to my dick had every thought flying out of my mind. As he worked that cock in and out of my sensitive hole, his fingers stroking my dick to the same rhythm, I sobbed and pleaded and begged and relished submitting my will to him, to whatever he wanted. Knowing he would take care of me, I gave it all over to him, let him do as he willed, let him coax another orgasm out of me.

And soon, though I wasn't sure my body could take it, I could feel it building.

"Oh god, Daddy, it's coming. Can I come, please? Please, Daddy, I need to come so badly for you." I cried out when he pinched my dick hard. "Sam?"

He resumed stroking, the dick in my ass moving even faster. "You are such a good boy for me. You'll do anything I say, won't you? If I want to control your orgasms, you'll give them all to me, won't you?"

"Yes!" I shouted, on the edge now. "Please, Daddy, please! I'm begging you. I need to come. Can I come, Sam?"

His devilish smirk almost did me in, but he hadn't given his permission, so I clenched my teeth to fight it off. "Not yet."

"Daddy, please!" I begged, sobbing, and Sam's pupils blew wide.

And then, sweet relief came in the form of the sexiest growl I'd ever heard. "Come, now."

I screamed as my body constricted, freezing in place before I released, my dick throbbing between his fingers and my ass clenching around that massive dick. Despite this being the—shit, I lost count—whatever orgasm of the night, my body writhed on the bed, coming harder than I would've imagined possible after so many orgasms.

Sam stroked me through it, kept it going until I was so strung out I could barely move, and only then did he stop, pull out his dick, and let me rest. He flopped down beside me.

Once I caught my breath, I found his hand on the bed between us. I squeezed it, and he squeezed it back as our breathing returned to normal.

"Cameron," he murmured, and I turned my head toward him.

"Hm?"

He glanced over at me, and all he said was "Thank you."

I moved over to lay my head against his shoulder, and he put his arm around me, pulling me close. He kissed the top of my head, and I smiled, content to ignore literally everything except the perfect man in my arms. "You're welcome, Sam. Thank you for letting me in."