Yes Daddy

PART II / CH. 02 - USE ME

When the shower water began running. I watched his body as he stepped under the water. The water dripping down, washing away the sweat and the passion he possessed in the other room. I stood in awe watching his body as he faced away from me, and I took in the view of his back muscles down to his round ass. The movements he made as he washed away the fuck we just had.

I may have lingered a bit too long, not knowing what move I should make or if he wanted me there. His demeanor seemed to ignore my presence as he faced away but that changed once he turned to see me standing there. His eyes called for me and I immediately found myself in front of him. His hands, strong, manly began caressing over me, washing my body as we stood under the water together.

He moved me around, letting the soap lather my body before I felt him press his body against mine. There was something about how his body dominated mine. His large stature and muscular physique overtook mine.

There was something about being next to him that I couldn't help but want more of. Especially when he moved me into the shower wall and begin grinding against me with his body, helping the soap and water spread between us. His movements controlled mine and I could feel his dick moving in between his body and the crack of my ass, slowly grinding up and down. His whole body was pinning me to the wall as he began kissing my neck.

Fuck. This was too hot. He was too hot.

I moaned.

He was grunting.

I wanted more of him. Were we about to fuck again? My body ached for more, as if he didn't already pound me into the bed.

"You love this feeling, don't you?"

"Yes,"

"You like it when daddy do you like that?"

"Yes,"

His hand found its way around my neck, pulling me off the wall and into his embrace. My head leaned into his muscular frame as he held me. Turning us around so he could lean against the shower wall and to grip me tightly against his body as he continued grinding.

"Want me to fuck you again?"

He knew I did.

I nodded as has hand, gripping my neck, tilted my head up to him and his lips came down to mine, kissing me and letting his tongue invade my mouth.

Fuck. I never expected this encounter to feel this good, but the eyes called for us to connect, as we watched each other on the train ride and now all of the desires we had for each other was being released in this moment.

His grinding had awakened him again and I could feel his hard dick thrusting in the space between us. I was ready to feel it. The feeling was too good having all of his mass against me, rubbing against me, holding me in his strong manliness. He continued to grunt.

His movements harder and faster. Thrusting into me, in an attempt to open me up to his hard dick waiting to fuck me, or maybe he wanted to tease me more; make me beg for him to fuck me. Our moans and grunts were the only sounds aside from the running water. They grew louder and louder the faster he thrusted into me. His hands remaining around my neck.

I moved to his rhythm. When he moved me to face him, I did so with his commands. His mouth returned to mine and we kissed under the running water. It felt as if he could devour me at any moment.

He turned me back around and I was back pressed against the wall. His body staying with me as if we were inseparable. His grinding continued.

"Open up for daddy," his voice echoed in my ear as I felt his hand slide between my cheeks to tease my hole. I was already open.

He moved, slightly rough but tender. I couldn't help myself. I wanted more.

"Fuck me,"

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you?"

As if he needed to ask. I was already spreading my legs and arching my back to him under his hands that controlled my body. His fingers continued teasing my hole and his hard dick stood at attention, ready to enter me again.

He didn't waste any more time and immediately thrusted inside me, going all the way inside without warning. I let out the loudest of moans and his hand found their way to covering my mouth and the other wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his thrust as he began to pound me into the shower wall.

I gave him control -- rather, he took it and I was just a hole needing him to fill me. He was ferocious and I liked it. He couldn't be tamed and that was the best part because I didn't want it any other way. I didn't want this feeling to end.

The sound of him pounding me became louder and the water cascading down splashed with every movement. I was moaning but inside I was yelling, screaming, yearning for more.

"Deeper daddy."

He pounded faster and faster, slowing occasionally to press his body against mine and letting all of his muscles rub against my back, then he would continue pounding me harder as he gripped my waist, as his hands felt over my abs, jerked on my dick, grabbed on my chest. He kissed all over my neck, then my cheek and tiled my face to kiss my lips again.

Fuck. He was fucking me so good.

It was like we both had been waiting to meet, waiting to connect with each other for the sex to be this. It's what we deserved. It's what I deserved as I moaned for more. Of course, using me was what daddy deserved.

"Yes, daddy,"

I could hear myself giving daddy what he wanted. I could hear how I gave in and became his good boy. Who had I become? Who did he make me? Was this person always inside of me?

The water to the shower cut off. I didn't realize it was still going. I didn't realize I needed a break from the pounding I wanted. He slid out of me and turned me to face him. The strength of this band was almost intimidating. There was an edge about him that excited me. His hand held my chin, tilting my face as his eyes pierced into mine. I could feel my face returning a look to him -- a yearning, a sign of approval, a look of desire for him -- to please him, to do anything for him, to be whatever he wanted.

"Good boy,"

He pushed my head down to his chest. I had to admit, this was my favorite thing -- my face pressed against his manly chest, feeling the hairs brush against my face as he made me feel every inch, down to his abs and then back up to his meaty chest. I inhaled him. He was becoming what I wanted -- no, needed to breathe. He moved my face to his underarms and guided me to the crease where hair grew and pushed me further into him.

I couldn't get enough.

The feel of his body, this close to my face was still not enough. It felt too good. He moved my head again, pushing me down across his chest and abs and down to his throbbing cock. I lowered myself down so his dick was in my face, sliding across before reaching my lips.

The heat from his body was even more intoxicating as his large frame hovered over me and the space between his crotch, my face and the wall behind me, closed in. I took him into my mouth, and he immediately pushed all the way in to the back of my throat. I almost gagged but my body wanted him there and welcomed him in as he pushed down my throat.

This was all I would know as my mouth became a throat for him to fuck and he was back to his ferocious thrusting, this time into my throat. The noises I was making, I couldn't describe but it was worth it for me to hear him grunt and moan and tell me how much of a good boy I was, and to keep sucking that dick.

I had no choice. Even though I would choose for him to handle me just as he was, thrusting in and out of my mouth, letting my mouth fill with saliva as his dick became lubricated enough for easy access to my throat. I could taste his juices -- the precum as he kept pushing into me. His hands gripped my head when there was moments he wanted to stop thrusting, and he held me into his hairy bush.

I refused to tap out, even though the pressure was building, and the intensity of the moment made it hard to breathe but also made me want to gag. He knew exactly when to let up and release me from his hold, to again call me his good boy.

All for you daddy.

It was all I could think, as I attempted to catch my breath. He playfully smacked my face and let his dick tap against my face as well.

"Come here," he spoke, as he helped me up, to once again kiss me and let his tongue invade my mouth. His body again pressing against me, with all of his weight, pushing me against the wall.

This was a man.

I could stay under him forever.

We exited the shower and I watched as he dried himself with a towel and lost myself in the view of him and the way the towel wiped over his body, the way I should have or the way I wanted to -- even though I had, it was hard to look at his body getting wiped down and not think of how he could use me. He pulled me close and proceeded to dry me off, kissing me whenever the towel passed over a spot, he was close to.

Fuck. I loved this -- him.

We returned to the bedroom, a reminder of where things really took off between us. Looking at the aftermath, I couldn't help but envision how daddy handled me there. The ruffled sheets and cover hanging off the floor reminded me of the pounding I took here.

He proceeded to fix up the bed, grabbing covers and making the bed. I was still in awe of his muscular stature as he did the smallest of things. He found a spot in the center of the bed and propped himself up against the headboard.

What a view.

He looked to me, taking in the view of him.

"Get over here sexy,"

Yes, daddy.

I made my way over, climbing into bed as he led me in between his meaty thighs. His hands guided me to a spot between his open legs and my head rested on the space below his abs, just above his dick. It was like this was the place I belonged all along. It was easy to relax into the rhythm of his breathing and the quietness of the room.

We stayed like this for a while. My heart was still beating fast, from how intense things felt. I thought either of us might drift off, until I felt him shift under me. He let out a exhausted moan, or sound that felt to show his satisfaction before his voice finally broke the quiet.

"You know," he started, his voice piercing with manliness, "I don't even know your name."

A small laugh escaped me, as I looked up seeing the shape of his abs as my eyes found his face. Now that he mentioned it, I realized the passion that overcame us, threw out any of the conversation that normally comes before what we had experienced. "Crazy, huh? But... I don't know yours, either." I seemingly joked back. In my mind he was daddy.

He chuckled, and there was a warmth to it that made my stomach twist in a way that came from the realization that I was here, his body under my face. His body heat, engulfing me and his eyes, meeting mine as if for the first time, in addition to his smile -- even that expression made me want to call him daddy.

"Jason," he said, his voice stern and confident. He paused, as if letting the moment settle, and I felt him studying me, waiting. I could feel the gravity of his gaze on me, as if the moment I said my name, we would move into new territories.

I thought about it, and finally answered. "Daniel."

He repeated it, almost like he was testing how it felt on his tongue. I didn't know why that little detail felt important, but hearing my name like that, without any pretense or expectation, felt oddly intimate. Like he wasn't just saying it--he was accepting it, claiming it in a way. Daniel: his good boy.

He looked up toward the ceiling, the feeling of vulnerability creeping into his masculinity. "Funny, I don't usually do this kind of thing. Not that you're... not that I regret anything," he added quickly, and there was a sincerity in his eyes that made me want to reassure him.

"I get it," I murmured. "This -- I wasn't expecting... I'm still lost for words at how good that felt. and how good you feel and how you pulled that out of me." I could see the surprise on his face, like he hadn't expected me to say that. I wasn't sure why, but there was something in his expression that made me feel like he knew exactly what I meant.

He shifted, propping himself up more to where my face was now side by side with his legs. "So, I pulled that out of you, Daniel?"

The emphasis on my name turned me on. Yes, daddy. He knew exactly what I was talking about.

He ran a hand over my face, I was searching for the words. How could I explain it further without it sounding a way. It was almost like the experience was out of body for me, like I had become a different person. "Maybe... fucking me like that -- like I wanted, like I needed. How was that possible? Is that just what comes with all of this?" I offered, almost as a question, while overlooking his muscular frame. Holding back on the urge to let him know just how daddy he felt. Was this how he fucked everyone?

Jason's eye raised, and he smiled slightly. "And the way your eyes stared into me was on me?" He reached down to me, gesturing for me to sit up. I did and face him, his fingers find their way to my face. "So intense, those eyes. You wanted it, didn't you?"

I did. And I wanted him to know it. And he knew it. Because his eyes found mine, and stayed with me, because he wanted that to. And my eyes fell to that same expression again as I sat across from him. Look away. No, don't.

His eyes returned a gaze and I could hear in the look he gave me, "Keep looking at me like that and I will fuck you,"