He pushed the door shut behind him and the lock clicked like a gunshot in the quiet house. I was already on the bed, naked, legs spread, cock hard and leaking against my stomach. Dad stood there in his work shirt and jeans, eyes locked on my body like he owned every inch.
"Look at you," he said, voice low and rough. "My boy, all spread out and dripping for daddy's cock."
I didn't answer with words. I just reached down and pulled my cheeks apart, showing him my hole. He growled, low in his throat, and started unbuttoning his shirt. Every button revealed more of the thick chest hair I used to press my face into when I was a kid. Now I wanted it rubbing against my back while he fucked me raw.
He dropped the shirt and kicked off his boots. Jeans followed, then the boxers. His cock swung free, thick, veined, already half-hard and heavy. He stroked it once, twice, and it stiffened fully, the head shiny with precome.
"Turn over," he ordered.
I rolled onto my stomach and pushed my ass up. He climbed onto the bed behind me, big hands gripping my hips. His thumbs spread my cheeks wider. I felt the wet heat of his tongue drag over my hole in one long, filthy lick. Then another. He buried his face between my ass and ate me like he was starving for it, tongue pushing inside, getting me sloppy and open.
"Fuck, dad," I groaned into the pillow. "Eat that hole."
He pulled back just enough to spit on it, then shoved two thick fingers straight in. No slow start.
He knew I could take it. He finger-fucked me hard, curling them until he hit the spot that made my cock jerk and drip onto the sheets.
"Such a greedy little cunt," he muttered. "Been thinking about this all day at work. Thinking about stretching my son's hole open on my dick."
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the fat head of his cock. He didn't ask. He just pressed forward, slow but relentless, until the head popped inside. The burn was perfect. I pushed back, taking more of him, until his heavy balls rested against mine.
He fucked me like he meant it. Deep, pounding strokes that made the headboard slam the wall. Every thrust dragged over my prostate and pulled a moan out of me. His hands gripped my waist hard enough to bruise. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my back.
"Take it," he grunted. "Take daddy's cock. This hole belongs to me."
"Yes," I gasped. "Fuck me harder. Breed your boy."
He flipped me onto my back without pulling out. My legs went over his shoulders and he leaned down, folding me in half. His mouth crashed onto mine, tongue shoving in, letting me taste my own ass on him. He fucked me even deeper in this position, cock grinding against every sensitive spot inside me.
I reached between us and jerked my cock in time with his thrusts. Precome smeared over both our stomachs. He broke the kiss to watch my face.
"Gonna come inside you," he said. "Fill you up so full it leaks out for hours."
"Do it," I begged. "Come in me, dad. Make me yours."
His rhythm stuttered. He slammed in to the hilt and stayed there, cock pulsing thick and hot as he unloaded deep in my guts. The feeling pushed me over. I shot hard between us, ropes of come striping my chest and his. My hole clenched around him, milking every drop.
He stayed inside me while we caught our breath, slowly softening. When he finally pulled out, a thick trickle of his load followed, running down my crack onto the sheets. He scooped some up with two fingers and pushed it back in.
"Keep it in there," he said. "Daddy's not done with you tonight."
I smiled, already feeling my cock twitch again. The night was just getting started.
