Chapter 102: Fuck Me Until I Can’t Walk Daddy

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Fuck Me Until I Can’t Walk Daddy

~Third- POV~

"Fuck..." Frederick hissed through his teeth, instantly catching Reynold’s wrist and lifting the hand away as if he’d been burned.

More restless minutes dragged by. It was past five when Reynold finally stirred properly. He smacked his dry lips together and mumbled, voice thick with sleep and leftover wine, "Mmm... water..."

Frederick was up immediately. He slipped out of bed, poured a fresh glass of water, and returned within a minute. Reynold was already sitting up against the pillows, one hand pressed to his temple as he tried to ease the dull hangover ache. He took the glass, drank deeply, then handed it back.

He looked at Frederick through half-lidded eyes. "Why aren’t you sleeping, Daddy?"

Frederick didn’t answer with words.

He set the empty glass aside. Then he stepped closer to the edge of the bed and slowly untied the sash of his robe. The silk slid off his shoulders and pooled on the floor.

Reynold’s eyes widened slightly as the robe fell away. His gaze dropped to the thick, hard length standing stiff and flushed before him. Even though he was still groggy and had a headache, he understood what Frederick wanted. Looking up at him, Reynold could see the raw hunger in those dark eyes, and there was no way he was going to leave his man suffering like that.

Frederick reached out and wrapped his fingers around Reynold’s hand, guiding him off the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress, legs spreading slightly.

"On your knees, baby," he said, voice low and rough with need.

Reynold sank onto the plush rug between Frederick’s open thighs. Frederick’s hard, flushed cock hovered just inches from his face, thick and throbbing in the dim light.

Reynold slowly wrapped his warm palm around the base.

"Fuck..." Frederick groaned, his head tipping back as his hands gripped the edge of the mattress.

Reynold stroked him from base to tip, slow and deliberate. Frederick’s hips gave a small, involuntary twitch. "Baby..."

"Yes, Daddy?" Reynold murmured, looking up through his lashes with a soft, mischievous gaze.

Instead of taking him into his mouth right away, he leaned in and buried his face between Frederick’s thighs. He opened his mouth and gently sucked one of Frederick’s heavy balls onto his tongue, warm and careful.

Frederick let out a rough, strained sound, knuckles whitening as he gripped the edge of the mattress. "Reynold... please..."

Reynold sucked softly, feeling Frederick shudder above him, before releasing him with a wet sound. Then he dragged his tongue slowly up the thick underside of Frederick’s cock, licking a long, wet stripe from base to tip. He kissed and sucked along the left side of the shaft, then the right, coating every inch in warm saliva until Frederick’s cock was shiny and dripping.

Frederick was already panting, thighs tense.

Finally Reynold reached the head. He pressed the flat of his tongue against the sensitive slit and swirled it in a slow, tight circle, tasting the pre-cum beading there.

"Ah—fuck... stop teasing me, baby, please take Daddy’s cock..." Frederick’s voice came out raspy and broken.

Reynold looked up, a sweet, devilish smile curling his lips. He pulled back just enough to drag a glistening trail of saliva across the head, then deliberately spat onto the flushed crown. Using his hand, he spread the slick wetness down the entire shaft until it shone and slid easily in his grip. He gave a few slow, firm strokes, eyes locked on Frederick’s.

"Does this make you feel good, Daddy?" he asked softly.

Frederick nodded, chest rising and falling hard.

"Yes, baby... suck me harder, yes..."

"Tell me how much you want me right now," Reynold demanded, rubbing the slick tip against his lower lip.

"One hundred percent," Frederick rasped desperately, his hips thrusting blindly into the air. "I need you so bad... you’re all I want, Reynold, please—"

Reynold’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. He opened his mouth and took Frederick in, slow at first, then deeper, stretching his lips around the thick head until it pushed into the wet heat of his throat.

"Fuck... Reynold." Frederick’s head fell back, a rough sound tearing from his chest. "You’re going to be the death of me."

A heavy, wet slurp filled the quiet bedroom as Reynold began to work him in earnest. He hollowed his cheeks, creating a tight, relentless suction, and dragged his lips all the way down until his nose pressed against Frederick’s stomach. Every thick inch disappeared into his mouth.

Frederick’s hands flew to Reynold’s hair, fingers burying deep in the soft strands. His hips rolled forward on their own, feeding more of his cock into that hot, soaking mouth.

Slurp... slurp... schlick...

The filthy wet sounds echoed through the room. Reynold hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight up Frederick’s spine. He bobbed his head faster, tongue pressing firmly along the underside on every

downstroke, swallowing him again and again.

"Faster, baby... fuck, just like that," Frederick moaned, head tipping back, voice already breaking. "Harder. Take it all... god, your mouth feels so fucking good—"

Reynold obeyed. He sucked with ruthless hunger, throat opening to take Frederick deeper, one hand wrapping around the base to stroke what his mouth couldn’t reach. Spit ran freely down his chin and over Frederick’s balls, making everything slick and messy. He didn’t ease up; every wet, greedy pull of his mouth was meant to give Frederick exactly what he’d been aching for all night.

Frederick’s entire body was shaking. Every deep, wet suck pushed him closer to the edge, the pleasure so sharp it felt almost unbearable. The sight of Reynold’s dark lashes against flushed cheeks, mouth stretched wide around his cock, finally shattered the last of his control.

"Fuck it..." Frederick growled, the sound low and rough.

Before Reynold could react, strong hands locked under his arms and hauled him up off his knees in one powerful motion. A startled gasp left Reynold’s throat as he was tossed onto the center of the bed, landing soft against the mattress.

In the next second Frederick was over him, heavy, dark-eyed, and completely gone with need. The intensity in his face made Reynold’s breath catch.

"D-Daddy...?" Reynold whispered, voice unsteady.

"You’ve been driving me out of my mind all night," Frederick murmured against his ear, the weight of his body pressing Reynold down into the sheets. "You think you can tease me like that and just walk away? I’m going to fuck you so hard I’ll ruin you... and then I’ll take care of you myself. You’re mine, Reynold. Only mine."

He pulled back just enough to look into Reynold’s eyes. "Do you want Daddy to fuck you harder?"

Reynold swallowed, already spreading his legs wider. "Yes, Daddy... please. Take me."

Frederick’s voice dropped even lower.

"Then be louder. I want to hear you moan. Drive me completely insane. Understand?"

He didn’t wait for another answer. His hands gripped Reynold’s thighs, pushing his knees wide and lifting his hips onto a pillow. The sudden open position sent heat flooding Reynold’s face, spreading all the way down his chest.

Frederick reached into the top drawer of the nightstand, pulled out the bottle of lube, and coated his fingers thoroughly. Then he leaned down and took Reynold’s mouth in a deep, hungry kiss while his hand slid between those spread legs.

"Ah... Frederick." Reynold gasped into the kiss as one slick finger pressed inside, stretching him carefully. A second followed soon after, working him open with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Shh... relax for me, baby," Frederick murmured against his wet lips, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of Reynold’s inner thigh to keep him open and loose. "You’re so tight... so warm. Let me in."

Reynold’s head rolled back against the pillows, his fingers digging desperately into Frederick’s muscular shoulders as the stretching turned into a rhythmic, unbearable ache of anticipation. "Please... Daddy, please... I don’t want your fingers... I want you..."

Frederick kept two fingers working steadily inside him. With his free hand, he slid two fingers into Reynold’s open mouth, pressing down lightly on his tongue.

"Say it properly," he ordered, voice low and rough. "Tell Daddy what you want."

Reynold’s eyes fluttered, but he didn’t hesitate. The words came out wet and desperate around Frederick’s fingers.

"Daddy, I want your big cock inside me. Fuck me. Ruin me. Choke me until I can’t walk and my legs go numb. Please... fuck me so hard, Daddy."

That was all the permission Frederick needed.

He pulled his fingers out with a soft, wet sound, coating his own rock-hard, throbbing length in a generous layer of slick. He lined his broad, flared head directly against Reynold’s slick, delicate entrance.

Positioning himself between Reynold’s legs, Frederick slowly pushed forward.

"Aahh—!" Reynold arched his back off the bed, a high, needy sob breaking past his lips as the thick crown parted him, filling him up completely. It was intense, overwhelming, and so deep that his toes curled into the sheets.

Frederick froze halfway in, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles twitched, his entire body trembling from the effort of holding back so he wouldn’t hurt him. "Fuck... Reynold... look at me, baby. Open your eyes."

Reynold slowly opened his glassy, tear-filled eyes, gazing up at the man he loved more than life itself. "It feels... extra so big... so full and long..."

"I’m all yours," Frederick whispered, leaning down to kiss away a stray tear from Reynold’s temple. "Every single inch of me belongs to you."

Reynold’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes shining with pure devotion as he looked up into Frederick’s face. "I belong to you too, Daddy..."

Frederick’s jaw clenched, a low, dangerous growl vibrating deep in his chest. He looked down at the pale, soft stretch of Reynold’s body pinned beneath him, his eyes burning with an intense, possessive fire.

"You can take it, right?" Frederick murmured, his voice dropping into a rough whisper against Reynold’s ear. "You’ve always taken it so well for me... Will you take it all right now?"

Reynold nodded, eyes glassy. "Yes, Daddy."

"I’m going to go extra hard this morning," Frederick warned softly, his hands sliding beneath Reynold’s hips to lift him higher off the mattress, positioning him perfectly. "Are you ready for me, baby?"

"Yes... please... I’m so ready," Reynold whimpered, his fingers digging into Frederick’s shoulders in desperate anticipation.

With one final, slow thrust, Frederick buried his massive length all the way to the base, seating himself completely inside Reynold’s tight, pulsing heat.

"AH—! GOD, FREDERICK!"

Reynold’s head slammed back into the pillows...