Chapter 147: Stretch Me Open, Daddy

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Stretch Me Open, Daddy

~Third- POV~

Reynold immediately settled on his hands and knees, back arched, legs spread wide in open invitation.

Frederick pressed his thumb against Reynold’s tight entrance, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive rim.

Reynold shivered at the cool touch, breath catching in his throat.

Frederick pushed his first finger inside, stretching him with a slow, deliberate thrust. Reynold let out a long, trembling moan, fingers twisting tight in the sheets.

"Huh... daddy..." he whimpered.

Frederick didn’t rush.

He added a second finger, scissoring them carefully, stretching him open while pressing against that exact sensitive spot that made Reynold’s knees buckle.

"Ah, right there... fuck, Daddy!" Reynold arched hard, a needy moan tearing from his lips. Every stroke of Frederick’s fingers sent sparks of electricity straight through him.

Frederick added a third finger, pumping them in and out with steady, rhythmic thrusts, opening him wider until Reynold was squirming helplessly beneath him, thighs trembling, hole clenching around the thick fingers.

"Please... Daddy, no more fingers," Reynold begged, voice high and breathy as he turned his face into the pillow. "I want your cock... please give me your cock!"

Frederick smiled darkly at the desperate shift in tone. He leaned down and pressed a lingering, possessive kiss to the middle of Reynold’s back, right over his spine. Then he slicked his hand with a heavy layer of lube and thoroughly coated his own thick, throbbing length before spreading a generous amount over Reynold’s prepared entrance.

Taking his cock in hand, Frederick brought the broad, wet head up against Reynold’s hole and smacked the heavy length firmly against his bare ass a few times—deliberate, teasing impacts that made Reynold gasp at the sharp thrill of it.

"Daddy... please," Reynold whimpered, pushing his hips back in invitation.

Frederick reached around with one hand, wrapping his large palm over Reynold’s chest so his thumb could pinch and roll over his sensitive nipple. With his other hand anchored firmly on Reynold’s hip, he aligned himself and pushed forward slowly.

The thick crown stretched Reynold open, inch by inch.

"Oh... please be gentle!" Reynold cried out, a deep, raw groan tearing from his chest as the massive width filled him. His eyes squeezed shut, body clenching tight around the intrusion.

Frederick paused halfway in, letting out a ragged exhale as Reynold’s slick heat gripped him like a vice. He squeezed the nipple firmly and pressed his chest flush against Reynold’s back until there wasn’t a breath of space between them.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," Frederick rasped into his ear, slowly driving the rest of his length all the way in until his hips were flush against Reynold’s ass. "Every inch of you belongs to me."

Reynold buried his face in the mattress, letting out a loud, breathless moan as he felt Frederick buried to the root inside him.

The sheer depth of the intrusion filled him, making his inner walls clench rhythmically around the thick, pulsing shaft.

Frederick stayed still for just a few seconds, letting Reynold adjust to his massive size while his hand maintained a tight, bruising grip on Reynold’s hip. His chest heaved against Reynold’s back, his breath scorching the skin of his neck.

"You take me so well, baby," Frederick said, voice low and rough. "Look how tight you are around my cock."

Slowly, Frederick pulled back until only the broad head remained inside, before driving straight back in with a heavy, deliberate thud.

"Ah! Fuck!" Reynold gasped out, his fingers tearing into the sheets as his hips jerked forward involuntarily.

The wet, slick friction echoed loudly in the private bedroom with every heavy stroke. Frederick didn’t waste any time establishing a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. He set a hard, punishing pace, pulling out almost completely before burying himself back inside to the hilt over and over again.

Plack! Plack! Plack!

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, mingled with the slick, squelching noises of lube and body heat. Frederick tilted his hips slightly, adjusting his angle until the head of his shaft hit that deep, sensitive spot inside Reynold with pinpoint accuracy.

Reynold’s spine arched hard off the mattress. A high, shattered moan tore from his throat, toes curling tightly into the sheets. "Oh—Fuck! Daddy! Right there—fuck! Hit it again!"

"You want it harder?" Frederick growled, angling deeper and slamming into the same spot three times in rapid succession.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

"AAH! Yes! Daddy, yes!" Reynold screamed into the pillow, completely losing himself as waves of intense pleasure crashed through his lower belly. His thoughts scattered. His body moved on pure instinct.

Frederick’s grip on Reynold’s waist tightened, fingers digging in hard enough to leave faint red marks. He used his strength to pull Reynold back onto his cock with every powerful thrust, driving deeper and harder. Sweat glistened across his back and shoulders as his muscles flexed with the effort.

"You wanted this, didn’t you?" Frederick rasped against his ear, voice thick with lust. "You wanted to tease me... now take every single fucking inch."

"I am taking it—fuck, Daddy, you’re splitting me open!" Reynold sobbed, the words breaking between sharp gasps of pleasure. He reached down with a trembling hand, wrapped his fingers around his own leaking cock, and started stroking fast—frantic, desperate pulls timed to every brutal thrust from behind.

The dual sensation was too much.

"I’m—I’m gonna come! Daddy, I’m coming!"

Reynold whimpered, his inner walls clamping down tightly around Frederick’s thick shaft like a vice.

"Come for me, baby. Spill for your Daddy," Frederick encouraged, thrusting even harder, slamming against that sensitive spot without mercy.

Reynold let out a long, high-pitched, broken cry as his body gave out completely. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot across his stomach and onto the sheets, his body convulsing violently as he painted himself in his own release. His cock twitched in his fist, spilling every last drop while his hole milked Frederick’s shaft with desperate, involuntary contractions.

Even after Reynold came, Frederick didn’t stop.

He couldn’t.

The tight, pulsing heat of Reynold’s orgasm clamped around him and drove him straight toward the edge. Grabbing Reynold’s thighs, he hoisted his lower body up slightly and picked up the pace, thrusts turning wild, fast, and completely unhinged.

Plack-plack-plack-plack!

"Fuck, Reynold!" Frederick roared, voice raw as he hammered into the spent, trembling body beneath him. Every stroke drove as deep as physically possible, grinding his hips flush against Reynold’s ass.

Reynold could barely breathe. His head lolled against the mattress as he took the frantic final pounding, soft, whimpering moans spilling from his lips.

"Daddy... ah... Daddy... Yes, fuck that shit..."

Frederick slammed harder, his hips driving forward with relentless force, pushing Reynold further into the plush mattress.

"Harder, please, Daddy... do it again!" Reynold gasped into the sheets, his voice dripping with raw need as his body quivered around the intrusion.

Frederick gripped Reynold’s hair tighter, pulling him back and driving in with another heavy, punishing thrust that hit the same sensitive spot deep inside.

"Deeper, Daddy!" Reynold cried out, angling his body back into the impact.

Listening to his demand, Frederick held him firmly in place and delivered three deep, brutal thrusts in rapid succession, driving as far inside as physically possible.

Reynold screamed out, the sheer intensity of the sensation overwhelming his senses so completely that he couldn’t even ask for more. His fingers tangled helplessly in the bedding as his whole body shook.

A dark, satisfied smile touched Frederick’s lips. With one last deep thrust, Frederick buried himself to the absolute root and held it right there. His entire body locked up, muscles straining tight across his broad back.

A low, guttural roar tore from his chest as hot, heavy spurts of cum flooded deep inside Reynold, filling him up completely.

Frederick collapsed forward, slamming his chest flat against Reynold’s back and burying his face in the crook of his neck. His pulse hammered violently. He stayed buried deep, chest heaving, both of them gasping for air in the quiet aftermath, surrounded by the heavy scent of sex, sweat, and shared surrender.

Only as their breathing began to slow did the low, steady hum of the jet’s engines fill the cabin again.

Frederick pressed a tender, lingering kiss to the warm skin between Reynold’s shoulder blades. "Are you okay, baby?"

Reynold gave a faint nod against the pillow, still unable to find his voice.

Frederick kissed him again, right over his shoulder blade, voice soft. "You did so well, sweetheart."

Reynold still couldn’t speak. He remained silent, trying to catch his breath.

After a few minutes, Frederick placed his palms on the mattress, ready to push up and pull out.

"Please don’t pull out yet..." Reynold whispered, his voice small and raspy as he reached back to catch Frederick’s wrist. "Just stay. Hold me."

Frederick softened instantly. He lowered his weight again, wrapping his arms securely around Reynold’s torso and keeping their bodies flush.

"Are you sure you’re okay, baby? Do you need anything?"

"Yes... I’m fine, Daddy. I don’t need anything," Reynold answered quietly.

Frederick turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to Reynold’s cheek from behind. "I’m sorry if I went too hard on you, baby."

Reynold shook his head gently. "It’s fine... but can I ask you something?"

"Sure, sweetheart," Frederick murmured, tracing light circles over Reynold’s waist. "Anything."

Reynold hesitated for a second, his eyes fixed ahead as he thought about his question. "Sleeping with a man and sleeping with a woman... which one do you like more?"

Frederick blinked, caught completely off guard by the question. A slight, amused breath escaped him. "Sweetheart... do people really ask those kinds of questions?"

"I’m serious, Frederick," Reynold insisted, his tone shifting into something genuinely curious and vulnerable. He tilted his head slightly, trying to catch Frederick’s expression. "Which one do you prefer? Which do you enjoy more?"

Seeing how serious Reynold was, the playfulness faded from Frederick’s expression. He sighed softly, looking down at him.

’Listen, Reynold,’ Frederick began..."