14. Beckett

14

BECKETT

S trong fingers kneaded the sore muscles of my ass and thighs. If I'd needed proof that I was too old for some shit, it was spending an hour in a saddle getting my first riding lesson. As soon as we'd gotten back to the cabin, he stripped me down and got me in the bath to soak. My Daddy had washed my hair and body, catering to my every need while he knelt beside the large tub.

Once the water turned lukewarm, he helped me out and dried me off. I'd laid belly down on the bed and submitted to a long massage. He blanketed my back and kissed my cheek. I opened my eyes to be able to peek at him. He wore that indulgent smile he reserved only for me. All day, he'd stood back to allow me to have fun. I couldn't believe he'd remembered my ridiculous list I'd outlined one night after too much wine and cuddled in the tub and then on the couch with him.

The more time we spent together, I'd assumed the newness would wear off That the way he catered to me would ebb to something like complacency, just like it had in my marriage. Of course, Tanner hadn't been as affectionate as Stanton, but I'd waited for routine to settle in. It hadn't, yet. And I had no complaints about our physical relationship. It wasn't even all about sex. He'd fostered this sense of intimacy and comfort. Some nights, we'd just made out like teenagers until he'd cuddled me to his chest and tucked my head under his chin. Both of us hard and needy, willing, but enjoying the sweet ache of arousal.

"Feeling better, baby?" he asked as he stroked his mouth against my ear to nip at my earlobe.

"Do I have to do it again tomorrow?" I whined.

"Not if you didn't like it." His smooth chest rested on my back as he teased my sides with his fingertips. "Why don't we see how sore you are tomorrow, and if it's too much, we'll find something else to do. You had fun at the sanctuary, though, right?"

That morning came back to me, and I couldn't help smiling. I'd been so excited as soon as my eyes had opened that morning to get on the road. I'd been practically bouncing on the bed to get my Daddy moving. He'd caught me around the waist and pulled me down to tuck me against his side. Daddy held me like I was his favorite comfort item. I knew he was mine, and I was his. Everything just seemed to fall into place when he held me close, even after a shitty day at the office.

A few hours after I'd given him a loud wake-up call, we'd arrived at the farm, and a couple about my age had met us outside. Every animal was so fluffy. The miniature Highland cows had been so damn cute I'd batted my lashes at Stanton, asking if I could have one. He just smiled and shook his head, warned the lady to watch it, or I'd try to sneak it into the backseat. I'd repeated the process with the mini ponies, too. Okay, pretty much every animal I'd met, I tried to talk Daddy into letting me have. If Daddy hadn't paid better attention, one of the Highland cows would've been mine.

He'd used the dreaded logic on me that we didn't have enough room in our backyard for all of them. Then there were the kittens and puppies, and he said we'd discuss one of those when we got home .

"You're not answering me. Did I ruin your entire weekend?" he asked, and I actually heard a hint of insecurity, which I didn't like because that wasn't Stanton. He was always so sure of his place in the world. I struggled to turn over until he was straddling my naked hips.

"Daddy, it was perfect. I promise. It was an amazing day, but my thighs aren't thanking me for the hour riding lesson. They told me to stop when I got uncomfortable, but I didn't listen. These thighs are forty-five years old."

"And sexy thighs they are, I love every inch of you…"

He spread his hands on the bed on either side of my head and lowered his head until his mouth hovered above mine. "…I love you."

I grabbed his hips and stopped breathing as I studied his expression, and he came to rest on his forearms. He teased the corners of my mouth with his soft lips. His fingers ruffled the damp waves of my silver hair.

"Breathe, baby. If you don't feel it, that's okay. I just have to work…" I shut him up by tightening my abs to push my mouth to his, and I let out a soft sigh at the contact.

My fingertips dug into his lower back, his smooth, soft skin after our months together as familiar to me as my own. He was so perfect, and he was all mine. I easily opened for him as he shifted to push a knee between my legs to open them to allow him to settle in on me. His bare cock aligned with mine.

"Say it again, Daddy, please."

"I love you. I wanted to make this perfect for you and show you how special you are to me. That you're more important than anything or anyone else."

He suckled at my lower lip until I whined and hooked my legs around the backs of his slender thighs.

"All I ever want to do is make sure you're happy and have what you need."

"I just need you. I've been dying to say it." The conversation with his mother kept coming back to me. When she'd said he loved me, I didn't want to hope too much. He was younger. Gorgeous in every way and not just in looks.

"Then say it, baby. I want to hear it." His mouth rested on mine, and my pulse sped up at his smile.

"I love you."

"Fuck, that sounds good."

He put all his love and desperation into his kiss. And I forgot all about my sore muscles and the tiredness of a busy, physical day.

My hands glided over his skin to the curves of his ass, squeezing them in my hands as he rutted his cock against mine. We hardened as I writhed and rubbed my hairy chest and stomach over his smooth skin. I groaned as his right hand curled under my thigh and lifted it high on his side.

"Daddy," I whimpered as I couldn't get close enough to my man. "Fuck me." I tried to hold him close as he straightened to kneel to look down at me.

Desire turned his gray eyes darker as the pupil pushed the smoky color out. Each time was better than the last. He was so hyper-focused on my pleasure that it bordered on torture. I craved every kiss and touch, the burn as he stretched me slowly with his long, slender cock. My Daddy filled me so right that I never wanted to be separated from him—never wanted to feel empty again. The intensity of it was terrifying because it built more every time he loved on me.

Gentle or rough, he always showed me how much I was his, staking his claim with nothing more than a kiss or touch. I arched, pushing my ass into the mattress as he curved his hands over the top of my thighs and massaged just under my aching balls with his thumbs.

"Boy, I want you on your knees with your head down. Show Daddy what's mine."

His smooth voice turned guttural with the order, and as always, the sound of it made me shiver because I knew what was coming. I could already feel his tongue stroking over my hole, pushing at the firm muscle to get me ready to take his perfect dick. Turning over, I presented my ass, shifting my knees farther apart, and grunted at the first strike. His palm and fingers stung as they connected with my cheeks and hips, one then the other, repeatedly until my dick leaked, pre-cum dripping onto the pristine white sheets.

He palmed my fuzzy ass cheeks, and I arched my hips as he spit on my hole. A whine slipped free at the tight grip on my abused skin from the spanking that never failed to turn me on. I'd never thought I was the type. Before him, I'd always felt awkward, especially when getting my ass eaten.

"Let me fuck this pretty hole bare." The question was a sigh of breath across my clenching entrance. We'd shared our negative test results early on in case we ever reached the point of doing away with condoms.

"Yes, Daddy, please," I stuttered, gripping the sheets in tight fists as he licked over me, suckling at the muscle. It felt so good it took everything inside me to relax.

"You're being such a good boy for Daddy. I'm gonna love this hole until you're screaming for me."

I didn't have a chance to reply because he tugged me farther open until he pushed at my hole with his stiffened tongue. He groaned and the vibration made my toes curl. Daddy knew exactly what I needed without being directed. I stretched my left arm back to tangle my fingers in his hair to hold him as I rode his face. His name was a breathless litany on my lips as my cock slapped against my thighs.

I whined at the loss of his touch but was cut off when he reached between my thighs to jack my oversensitive cock. I barely heard the snick of the lube bottle as I desperately fucked into his fist. My slutty and needy whines grew louder as he pushed me closer to the edge. Sweat misted my skin, beading in my body hair, and a hiss pushed through my teeth as cold lube dripped between my cheeks.

"You're Daddy's slutty baby boy. Is this what you wanted?" Even as he asked, the tip of a finger easily pushed inside, and then a second one to find my prostate. He slowly and meticulously stretched me until I was rocking back onto two slender fingers.

"So fucking good, Daddy!" I shouted Daddy as his free hand smacked my bottom for cursing.

Long torturous minutes passed as he added more lube until the slip of his fingers made wet, slick sounds only mixed with our labored breathing and groans. His dirty words about his slutty boy. All I could focus on was the immense pleasure of him filling me. Blood roared in my ears as my heart frantically pounded in my chest.

As much as I wanted my release, I didn't want to give up the stretch and drag of his fingers. His cock would be so much better, though, I knew that. I'd begged for it countless times over our time together. I jerked with every stroke of his fingers over my gland until I trembled uncontrollably even as I tried to remain still.

I whimpered no as he slipped from me, and his left hand pushed my face into the mattress. As he lined up his cock, I held my breath, anticipating the fullness. My groans muffled as he pushed inside, sliding all the way to the base until his hips met my ass. His lube-covered hand gripped my hip as he leaned over me and deep-stroked my hole until he was slamming inside with an almost painfully brutal rhythm.

I threw my head back, bracing my hands on the headboard. My chest ached from holding my breath. He used and loved me with a brutality that I'd only ever allowed with him. I laid my vulnerability bare, trusting him to keep me safe and to make me feel good.

"Fuck, baby, that nasty little hole can't get enough of Daddy's cock." I could hear the way the words hissed through his clenched teeth. Each thrust as he bottomed out was a grind, and my eyes rolled back as he worked my gland. We both jerked and moaned. When he'd retreat, I'd tighten around the length of him, trying to hold him inside, hating the emptiness. Yet he'd give it back to me with another slam and roll of his hips.

We came together, with me meeting him thrust for thrust with a backward rock. I wanted it all. The rush of his release, the way I knew it would tickle my taint and balls as it leaked from me. I'd never wanted anything more, and it scared me how I needed that last possession, the one that would brand me as his. He bent over my back, licking and biting from shoulder to shoulder. The sting told me he was leaving marks.

"You gonna come for me, baby?"

"Y-yes, Daddy," I cried out, tears and sweat rolling down my face as he pumped inside with shorter strokes to hit my prostate. The pressure built in my belly, my balls drew up, and my cock leaked all over my thighs.

I frantically reached back to grab his hair, anchoring myself even as I fought him because the pleasure started to cause me to panic as if I wasn't getting there fast enough. My lips parted to beg him, but the only thing that came out was a shout as I shot all over the sheet underneath me. My back arched into an upward bow as I bore down on his cock, and then his hips met mine with a loud slap. He came, groaning my name.

I collapsed beneath him, my thighs shaking as my legs parted wider under his weight. We both breathed heavily, sweaty and boneless, in the center of the bed. As soon as my muscles began to protest, he lifted off me, and I pouted as his cock slipped free.

"Fuck, boy, that's—" He stopped speaking, but I looked back to see his gaze locked on my hole that I was sure was leaking with his release. "I'm gonna want to see that every time," he growled.

I hissed as he pushed two fingers inside as if he was trying to work every drop back into my stretched, well-loved hole .

He eased me to my side and stretched out my legs to lay down beside me. When he leaned in for a kiss, I met him halfway. It was soft and gentle as he eased us both down from our releases. The sex was amazing, but I loved these moments where we could just relax and be, enjoy the leisure after getting off. He never rushed me to get up to clean the mess. Some nights, we woke up after falling asleep, and Stanton stumbled to the bathroom to wet a rag to wipe us both down.

"I really do love you, boy, and when you're ready, I want you in our home. Maybe we'll even get you one of those puppies or kittens you wanted."

"Really?"

"Yes. I wanted us to have a weekend away, something romantic, but also to do something my boy had on his list."

"Give me a bit to think about it. I want to, but I just need some time." I hated to hesitate. Yet I'd only been single for a year, my divorce just becoming final. Maybe I just needed more time to get used to my new normal with Stanton before we made the step of moving in together.

"You have all the time you want. I just needed you to know. I love coming home to you in our bed and waking up with you."

Happiness filled me as I cuddled close to Stanton—my Daddy—and just savored the contact. To think all those months ago, I'd almost sent him away because of who and how young he was. I'd have missed out on every second of being his, and the thought saddened me. A year ago, I'd thought it was all over. But my husband leaving me had opened me up to find the one man who treated me as if I were the greatest thing to happen to him. He was for me, and I couldn't wait to see where our life together ended up.