**Daddy’s Good Boy**

I didn’t know what to expect when I knocked on his dorm room door. Jace was a senior, all hard muscle and sharp confidence, while I was just a scrawny sophomore with a nervous habit of biting my lip. He’d caught me staring in the gym showers more than once, but instead of calling me out, he just smirked and told me, *“You’re adorable when you’re desperate.”*

Now, here I was, heart pounding as the door swung open. Jace stood there in just a pair of low-slung sweatpants, his thick abs slick with sweat from his workout. His dark eyes raked over me, slow and possessive. “Took you long enough,” he rumbled, grabbing my wrist and yanking me inside.

The door slammed shut behind me, and suddenly I was pressed against it, his big hands pinning my hips. “You gonna be good for Daddy?” he growled, his breath hot on my neck.

I shuddered, nodding fast. “Y-yeah, Daddy.”

“Say it like you mean it.”

“I’ll be good, *Daddy*,” I whimpered, already throbbing in my jeans.

Jace smirked and palmed my dick through the fabric, squeezing just *right*. “Fuck, you’re already hard? Pathetic.” My cheeks burned, but my cock twitched, *aching* for more. He didn’t make me wait.

One rough tug and my pants were around my ankles, my boxers following. Jace grabbed my ass, kneading the soft flesh before delivering a sharp *smack* that made me yelp. “Daddy’s gonna wreck this pretty little hole,” he promised, his fingers teasing over my entrance.

I whined, pushing back against him. “Please—”

“Begging already?” He chuckled, low and mean. “Good boy.”

His fingers were slick—lube, I realized—before one thick digit pressed inside me. I gasped, my knees buckling as he worked me open, scissoring and curling until I was moaning, my cock dripping. “Fuck, Daddy, *need* you—”

“Yeah?” He added a second finger, stretching me wider. “You *need* my cock in your slutty little pussy?”

The word sent a jolt through me. *Pussy.* Like I was made for this, made for *him*. “*Yesss*,” I hissed, arching back.

Jace pulled his fingers out with a wet sound and spun me around, forcing me onto my knees. His dick was *huge*, thick and veined, jutting proudly from his waistband. I didn’t hesitate—I licked up the length, tasting salt and pre-cum before swallowing him down.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, tangling his fingers in my hair. “Sucking Daddy’s cock like a born slut.” His hips jerked, fucking my throat in short, rough thrusts. I gagged, tears pricking my eyes, but I didn’t pull away. I *couldn’t*.

Then he was dragging me up, shoving me face-first onto his bed. My ass was in the air, exposed and *wanting*. Jace spat on my hole, rubbing his cock against me, teasing. “You ready, baby?”

“*Please*—”

He didn’t wait. One brutal thrust and he was *in*, splitting me open, carving out space inside me. I screamed, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he bottomed out. “*Fuck*, you’re tight,” he grunted, gripping my hips. “Take it.”

And then he *moved*.

No mercy, no slow build—just deep, punishing strokes that had me seeing stars. Every drag of his cock lit me up, pleasure and pain twisting together. I was babbling, *begging*, but he just chuckled, slamming into me harder.

“This what you wanted?” he snarled, landing another slap on my ass. “Daddy fucking you like a cheap whore?”

“*Yes*! God, *yes*—”

His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back as his other hand wrapped around my dick, stroking me in time with his thrusts. “Gonna cum in this tight little pussy,” he growled, his voice ragged. “Gonna fill you up.”

The tension snapped. I came with a broken cry, my cock pulsing in his grip as pleasure ripped through me. Jace fucked me through it, his hips stuttering before he groaned and buried himself deep, his cum flooding me.

He collapsed over me, breath hot on my neck. “Good boy,” he muttered, pressing a rough kiss to my shoulder.

And fuck if I didn’t already want round two.