**First Time with Daddy**

I’d never done this before—never even come close—but here I was, trembling under Daddy’s heavy gaze as he pinned me to the bed. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. The way he looked at me—like he wanted to devour me—made my cock twitch in my boxers.

“Shhh,” he murmured, his fingers tracing my collarbone. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” His voice was deep, commanding, and it sent a shiver straight down my spine. His touch was rough but deliberate, sliding under my shirt, pushing it up until my chest was bare. His palm pressed flat over my nipple, rolling it between his fingers until it stiffened. “Look at you,” he chuckled. “So fucking sensitive.”

My breath hitched when he leaned down, his lips closing around my other nipple, sucking hard. I arched off the bed, my hips jerking up on their own. His hand clamped down on my thigh, stopping me. “None of that,” he growled. “You don’t move unless Daddy says so.”

I whimpered, nodding, my cock already leaking a wet spot into my boxers. Daddy smirked when he noticed, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. “Look at this,” he murmured, peeling them down. My dick sprang free, hard and twitching, the tip shining with pre-cum.

He wrapped his big hand around my shaft, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. “You wanna cum, don’t you, baby?” he teased, his thumb smearing the wetness over my slit.

“Y-yes,” I choked out.

“Too bad.” His grip tightened, and he started stroking me—slow, agonizing pulls of his fist. My toes curled, my hips fighting not to buck. It felt so fucking good, but every time I got close, he’d slow down, his fingers squeezing just below my head until the pressure faded.

“Daddy, please,” I begged, my voice cracking.

“Please what?” He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Use your words, boy.”

“Please let me cum,” I whined.

His free hand grabbed my balls, rolling them in his palm, and I nearly sobbed. “No,” he said simply, his thumb pressing into the sensitive spot behind them. “First time with Daddy, you don’t get to cum yet.”

I groaned, my thighs trembling. His hand sped up, twisting around my cock, his thumb swiping over the leaking tip. The pleasure built like a storm, tightening in my gut, but just before I could tip over, he stopped. His fingers dug into the base of my cock, cutting off the pressure.

“Fuck,” I gasped, shaking, my orgasm just out of reach.

Daddy smirked, licking his lips as he watched me writhe. “Good boy,” he murmured, stroking me again—just to tease. “Daddy’s gonna ruin you tonight.”

I didn’t know how much more of this I could take—but fuck, I wanted every second of it.