[BL] Obsessed with Him, Surrendered to His Voice

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Stretched Open for Only Him

~Reynold’s POV~

”God... fuck, Daddy...” I cried out, my hands flying up to grip the bedsheets as his tongue flicked out, hot and wet, slipping right inside my hole with a deliberate, thorough stroke that sent a violent jolt straight up my spine.

I tried to shift upward, my hips jerking instinctively because he had never licked me like this before, it was entirely new, raw, and overwhelmingly intense. But the second I tried to pull away, Frederick’s heavy hand clamped down on my hip, pinning my waist flat against the mattress with immovable strength.

”Stay still, little pet,” he growled against my skin, his voice muffled.

Then, he went to work. Frederick opened his mouth wider, pressing his lips flush against my sensitive flesh, and sucked hard. He drew my tight entrance deep between his lips, pulling on me with a rhythmic suction that made my vision blur. While his mouth devoured my hole, his tongue flicked relentlessly against my most sensitive spot, sliding in and out with wet, sloppy strokes that echoed in the quiet suite.

”Ah... fuck, Daddy, right there—ah!” I sobbed, my voice breaking into high-pitched whimpers.

I arched my back off the bed, desperate for friction, but his hand kept me locked in place, forcing me to take every agonizingly good inch of his tongue. The sound of his mouth vacuuming against my skin, mixing with my frantic, breathless moans, filled the entire room.

He didn’t rush. He licked, sucked, and rimmed me deeper and heavier, his beard stubble scratching lightly against my thighs as he ate me out like a starving man. My legs trembled violently, my toes curling into the sheets as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure crashed through my lower belly, driving me straight to the edge of madness.

”Daddy, please... I love it so much,” I whimpered, my voice thick with need as I gazed down at him, completely undone.

Frederick slowly pulled back, a glistening trail of saliva connecting his mouth to my flushed, open entrance. He brought his hand up to his lips, sucking his fingers clean before bringing them back down between my legs. Pressing his slick fingers against my tight hole, he began to tease me with slow, circular strokes, playing with my edges until I was whining and crying out for more.

”Please... put it inside, Daddy, please,” I begged, my hips twitching toward his hand.

Without warning, Frederick slid two thick fingers deep inside me in one smooth push, stretching me open.

”Fuck—!” I gasped, back arching hard off the mattress as the sudden stretch sent a sharp wave of heat through my body.

My cock throbbed violently against my stomach, leaking thick streams of pre-come that pooled near the base and dripped with every movement of his hand. Frederick curled his fingers inside me, scissoring them open to stretch me further, then began fucking me with steady, rhythmic thrusts. The wet, sliding sounds filled the air as he pumped his fingers in and out, striking my prostate with perfect precision every time.

”Ah... ah, yes! Fuck, right there—” I cried out, my hands tangling desperately in the sheets.

Seeing how well I was taking it, Frederick pushed his luck, slowly sliding a third finger into my already aching core.

”Daddy, please be gentle—ah!” I groaned, the sudden fullness making my breath hitch in my throat. It felt incredible, but it was so overwhelming that I thought I might shatter right there on the bed.

Sensing my limit, he smoothly pulled the third finger out and returned to a deep, punishing two-finger rhythm, curling them upward to hammer against my prostate with every thrust. My moans broke into ragged, breathless cries.

”Fuck me, Daddy... please, I want your cock—I need you inside me. Please fuck me!” I sobbed, voice trembling as I begged shamelessly, completely addicted to the way his fingers stretched and filled me.

Slowly, Frederick removed his hand from my soaked hole. The sudden emptiness left me whimpering, my hips twitching in protest. He stood up from the mattress, walking over to the bedside drawer to retrieve a bottle of lube.

He squeezed a generous amount into his palm, slicking down his thick, heavy cock with long, smooth strokes. My breath hitched as I stared at it—shining, hard, and massive.

Knowing we were finally going to do this completely raw, without any barrier between us now that my medical results were clear, sent a dizzying rush of pure heat straight to my head.

Frederick poured a bit more lube onto his fingers, climbed back onto the bed, and crawled toward me like a predator claiming his prize. He gently rubbed the slick, cool lubricant over my flushed, aching entrance, massaging my rim until the tight muscles relaxed entirely under his touch.

After prepping me, he shifted upward and pressed his warm body against mine. He leaned down and captured my lips in a deep, tender kiss that slowly melted the last of my tension into something softer. He broke away only to trail open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, then lingered at the sensitive skin of my throat, sucking a soft mark into my neck. His mouth moved to my cheek, my forehead, the side of my throat again, each kiss slow and possessive, as if he were claiming every inch of me.

He swallowed my ragged moans as his mouth traveled back up to my chest, closing warmly over my right nipple. He sucked hard, rolling the sensitive bud between his teeth while his tongue flicked circles around it, driving me out of my mind.

”Daddy... ah, yes...” I cried out, my fingers tangling helplessly in his hair as I completely surrendered to him, arching my chest and begging him with every breath to finally take me.

When he was satisfied I was soft, open, and completely his, Frederick shifted down between my spread legs. He pressed the thick, throbbing head of his cock against my entrance.

”Look at me, Reynold,” he murmured, voice deep and rough.

My eyes fluttered open and met his.

”I’m going inside you now,” he said.

”Yes, Daddy... fill me up.”

Slowly, he pushed forward.

The stretch was immediate and intense—a burning, exquisite pressure that tore a high, broken gasp from my throat. I gripped the sheets so hard my knuckles turned white as he sank into me inch by inch, every bit of his thick cock forcing my walls open wider than they had ever been.

”Ah... fuck...” I whimpered, tears prickling the corners of my eyes from the intensity of the fullness.

Frederick didn’t rush. He held his ground inside me, letting my body adjust to his size, his hand coming up to pinch and roll my left nipple while his mouth captured mine in another deep, silencing kiss. As I melted into his touch, the burning ache shifted into a deep, heavy, unbelievable heat.

With a low, approving growl, Frederick began to drive forward, sinking in inch by inch until every single drop of his immense length was completely buried inside me. He filled me to absolute capacity, stretching me open and hot, pinning me to the mattress as his heavy cock throbbed deep within my core.

He paused inside me, his chest heaving as he looked down at my flushed face.

”Are you okay, little pet?” he murmured, his voice thick with restraint.

I nodded quickly, swallowing hard. I told myself I was young and I could handle him; it burned and stretched me to my absolute limit, but the thought of him pulling out made my chest ache even worse. I wanted him right there, filling every inch of me.

”Yes,” I breathed out.

With a dark smile, Frederick gripped my calves, hauling my legs up and bending them back to spread me even wider. He pulled back almost to the tip, and then he drove forward with a brutal, punishing thrust.

”Ah—fuck!”

My voice shook violently, broken little ”huh... huh...” sounds spilling from my lips with every deep, devastating thrust.

”Yes, yes, yes, Daddy, fuck me please!” I sobbed, my hips bouncing up to meet his frantic pace.

Frederick groaned deeply, the sound vibrating straight through my chest. ”Take it, Reynold... take Daddy’s fucking cock. Do you love it?”

”Yes, Daddy, I love it! Ruin me!” I cried out, losing my mind under the weight of his body.

Slap, slap, slap.

The wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin filled the quiet suite, loud and relentless. Every hard slam, every deep thrust pushed me closer to the edge. He drove into me with raw heat, his thick cock stretching my slick, clenching walls again and again until the line between us blurred completely.

”Fuck, you’re so tight, Reynold... you were made for this cock,” he panted, his pace turning savage.

”Harder, Daddy! Please, pound me deeper!” I wailed, digging my fingers into his shoulders, leaving red marks against his skin as he hammered into my core.

The friction burned so perfectly it felt like it might split me wide open. Every single time he buried himself to the hilt, his thick length slammed directly against my prostate, sending a sharp, electric shock of pleasure straight up my spine and squeezing another thick pulse of pre-come from my weeping cock.

”Ah—fuck, Daddy, right there! Don’t stop!” I sobbed, throwing my hips upward, aggressively bucking my hole to meet every brutal, punishing thrust he delivered. I couldn’t get enough of him; I wanted him deeper, harder, tearing me apart from the inside out.

”You want to be ruined, little pet?” Frederick growled, voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly register as his breathing turned ragged. ”You want me to stretch you out until you can’t take anyone else?”

”Yes! Ruin me, Daddy—fill me up, fuck my brains out, make me yours!” I chanted, my voice breaking into high, filthy whimpers as I arched against the mattress, begging for more.

Slap. Slap. Slop.

The wet, deafening sound of skin colliding echoed off the walls, a raw percussive rhythm that matched the frantic pounding of my heart. Frederick seized my waist with both hands, anchoring me hard beneath him as he shifted from steady strokes into something savage. He hammered into me over and over, deep, fast, relentless, until I could feel his heavy balls slap against me with every thrust.

”Fuck, Reynold... you’re taking every inch of this cock like a good boy...