Apartment 1209

dick. It felt as good as I’d imagined.
    “That’s what I thought. I’m going to fuck you now, Henry. Tell me if it’s too hard or fast and I’ll slow down.”
    “Yes… Sir.” The pitch of my voice had changed, becoming high and emotional. If I’d felt vulnerable before, now that I had his dick to the hilt in me, there was nothing to do but take it. I felt pierced and thrillingly invaded. My mouth lay open and slack against the sheets, breaths coming in pants, eyes wide open with expectation.
    He began to fuck me, slow and deep. He’d pull almost all the way out and slowly push back in, each time eliciting a primal grunt from me. It felt incredible.
    For a while I lost myself in the feel of him sliding in and out, in and out. It felt just like I’d always imagined, only better. But I wanted more. I listened to him pant and make the smallest noises of pleasure, but I wanted to hear him yell. I wanted to hear him groan and lose himself in me, so I said what I knew would do it.
    “Oh… fuck, Daddy, you feel sooooo gooooood.”
    He froze. Then his hands gripped my hips painfully. “Don’t… I won’t last… stop,” he begged.
    “I want you to come, Daddy. I want you to shoot your load in me.”
    “Henry!” he cried out. He moved quicker, harder and rougher, fucking me in earnest now, not concerned about the newness of the experience for me as he chased his own orgasm.
    That was what I wanted— his pleasure, his uncontrolled need and desire. I grinned against the sheets as he fucked me hard.
    “Oh, fuck yes… fuck yes… fuck yes.” he groaned through gritted teeth.
    He rammed me deep— once, twice— then stilled as he cried out. His dick erupted, thighs quaking. I could feel him, all of him, through his cock.
    “Henry, you fucking sneaky little cunt,” he swore as he finished inside me. “You beautiful, crazy, insatiable boy.”
    I gasped and moved my ass over his softening dick, enjoying it before it finally shrank out of me.
    “You… are the best… Daddy ever,” I said, still hard and aching to come, but loving the fact that I’d beaten him at his own game.
    He raised one eyebrow, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “You are a dirty, dirty boy. I’m glad I’ve been able to bring that out of you. Now there’s something else I want to bring out of you.”
    He squeezed some lube into his hand and reached beneath me. He stroked my aching dick with his practiced hand and ate my ass until I came, groaning and cursing, on the blue sheets. Then he unbuckled the spreader bar and gathered me into his arms.
    “So. How did you go so long without getting that ass fucked by someone else?”
    I shrugged. “Didn’t have the nerve to approach anyone, I guess.”
    “Good thing you lost your key.”
    I nodded, grinning. “Fate.”
    His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. “Actually—” He reached out and pulled open the drawer of his bedside table, soon placing something cold and small in my hand.
    I stared down at the worn, brown key for a moment then glanced up at him. “You had it all along.” I couldn’t hide my surprise.
    “I saw you drop it in the lobby.” He looked almost bashful, as if ashamed of his deception.
    I gulped, all at once feeling the depth of his need for me. “You… kept it safe.”
    “Yes.”
    “Thank you, Sir.” I said, gazing into his grey eyes.
    “You’re welcome, Henry.”
    THE END