I’d need to loosen up way more if I were going to take his cock.
He added a second finger, fucking both of them in and out of me, twisting them together, then scissoring them apart as I whimpered.
“More,” I begged, not sure if I were asking for another finger or for his cock.
Well, no, that wasn’t true.
It was his cock I wanted. I wanted it to split me open and rearrange my insides. But Holden opted for the gentler path and added a third finger instead. The temporary burn I felt at the stretch made it clear that this was the right choice, but still, I wasn’t satisfied.
“So fucking tight,” Holden said, his voice low and deep. “Your pretty little hole is so goddamn tight.”
“It’s all yours,” I panted as his fingers pumped into me, the burn dissipating, replaced by pleasure. He pressed against my prostate, and I groaned. “Fuck.”
He pistoned his fingers into me, crooking them again, and it was all I could do to stay upright.
“Please,” I gasped. “Your cock. I need your cock, Daddy.”
The word flew out of my mouth before I could stop it, and Holden’s fingers stilled inside me. I looked back, desperate for more, but worried that I might have just dumped a cold bucket of oh-hell-no on the proceedings.
We’d never talked about that word, when I’d said it the last time, and I had no idea if Holden was comfortable with it or not. I mean, he was clearly physically turned on by it. But maybe today, knowing I was about to meet my actual father…
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t—it just slipped out.”
“We’re gonna have to work on that mouth of yours,” Holden said. “Stop you from spewing that kind of filth.”
I was pretty sure he was joking, and not too offended, but I resolved not to so much as think about fathers, or fatherhood, or how babies got made, or even sperm, for the rest of our time together.
Well, maybe I’d think about sperm. But only in totally vanilla ways.
“Why don’t you fill it for me?” I said, smiling. “Give me something to do instead of talk.”
“Because there’s somewhere else I’d rather put my cock,” Holden replied, flexing his fingers inside my ass again. “You ready?”
I was fucking born ready. I’d been ready for this moment since I’d first woken up in his house. I’d fantasized about this exact situation, hadn’t I?
Well, actually, I’d fantasized about something a lot rougher than this, because apparently I was a masochist who liked a little pain with my humiliation. But Holden, being Holden, was still taking the time to make sure I was okay.
“Please. Yes, God, yes. Give it to me.”
I whined a little at the loss of his fingers when he slid them out, but shivered in anticipation as I heard him unzip his fly and pull his cock out. He couldn’t be bothered to take his clothes off at all, and somehow, that made it even hotter.
There was the crinkle of the condom wrapper, the sound of latex on skin, and then the slick, wet sounds of Holden slathering his dick with lube. I trembled when I felt the head press against my hole. I didn’t need to see it to know it was way bigger than the gape my ass was making right now.
I didn’t care. I wanted it. Wanted Holden to break me in, to reshape my ass so it fit his cock and his cock alone.
And then he was pressing inside and a noise—I honestly couldn’t tell you if it was a yell or a groan or something far more primal—came out of me. My legs shook and I gave another guttural groan as he finally slipped the head of his cock all the way in. I breathed deeply, trying to get used to the feeling.
“Need a minute, baby?” he asked, all care and concern.
I considered saying yes, before deciding that no, what I really wanted was all of Holden, right now. I wanted him to overwhelm my senses, to make it so I couldn’t even think anymore, couldn’t worry about what was happening later today, or freak out about him not coming with me, or wonder if he didn’t want me anymore.
I wanted him to make me forget my own name—again.
So I shook my head and said, “No,” even though I knew I should say yes, and God, there wasn’t even a word for what I felt at first.
Not quite pleasure. Not even pain. It was just—everything.