My Fish Bowl

You sat across from Pedro with your hands tangled in your lap. Shit… what if he could see your heartbeat through your tight shirt?

"Well?" he said, challengingly glaring into your eyes, which made you nearly choke on the food in your mouth.

"What?" you coughed and held your hand in front of your mouth to avoid embarrassing yourself any further than you already had.

"What do you think of the food?"

Shit, of course.

"Oh, yeah. Yes, I love it. It's really good, Pedro, thank you!"

The corners of his mouth curled, contentment flickering across his features.

"Good. I'm really bad at cooking, so I'm glad I didn't mess up completely."

"No, not at all," you whispered.

Why were you blushing? There was nothing to blush about. It was true, the ramen he had cooked for you was very good, and considering how much he had belittled his skills in the kitchen, claiming that he couldn't even make proper pasta, you were downright impressed.

"It's really good, Pedro. Honestly," you added, then focused on the bowl in front of you again.

"Thank you, honey. I should've cooked the broccoli longer, though…"

"No. No, I promise, I love it."

He gave you a wry grin before noticing that you weren't looking at him but at your noodles. Something was up with you today, and he was yet to place what exactly it was. It had started when he had hung up your coat on the hook.

You had immediately shoved your hands into the front pockets of your skirt, lowered your eyes, and kept them on the ground right until Pedro had leaned in to kiss you. Of course, he had asked you if everything was fine, but since you had claimed to only be a little tired, he hadn't pushed you. If you didn't want to talk about it, it was your choice. He would be there for you, give you a shoulder to cry on if that was what you needed, but only when you were ready to.

"How was last night, by the way? Did you like the movie?" Pedro asked next, trying to engage you in a conversation, perhaps to distract you from whatever thoughts might be racing through your head.

You bit down on your bottom lip, swallowed hard, and peered at him through blown pupils.

You looked too beautiful to be true. Most of all, you were cute without even noticing it, Pedro found, as his lips involuntarily curved. Even when you were a little sulky or in a bad mood or whatever was going on with you today.

"It was great, yes…," you muttered, poking in your soup while looking most disinterested in the question he had asked.

"And… the movie?"

"The movie, yes. I liked it. I really did. I loved the car chase scene at the end. And the score."

Pedro nodded, slurping a few noodles past his lips. A new question was lingering on his lips - whether your friends had enjoyed the film as well - but he ended up not asking it. You clearly weren't really responsive to his inquisition right now, and he didn't want to put you in an uncomfortable position with his relentless talking. So he decided to let you choose the pace.

"Pedro?" you whispered after a while, your voice very thin all of a sudden.

"What is it, baby?"

He saw a muscle next to your brow flinch at his voice, which, on the other hand, made his stomach coil with heat.

"I… I really missed you." You looked up through your lashes, your fingers tight around the chopsticks.

"Missed me?" he repeated, expecting you to give him a few more details. Missing someone could mean a lot of things.

"I – I just… I need you."

He sighed heavily, putting his chopsticks next to his bowl on the sleek surface of the table. So that was the source of your odd behavior? You were needy for him and hadn't been able to voice your desire up until now?

Frankly, Pedro had had a hunch ever since the beginning of your relationship. It wasn't anything specific, not anything concrete, but sitting opposite you during the first dates, he had observed a couple of things.

For example, how you tended to glance between his face and his hands, quickly averting your gaze the moment you realized that Pedro was noticing it. Or how fast you listened to his suggestions, almost like you were waiting for them eagerly.

One time, Pedro and you had been at your place for a movie night. While curled up on the couch, things had gotten a little more heated, and he had asked you to move onto your stomach so that he could taste you from behind, which he loved to do. You had reacted too quickly and obediently, Pedro remembered the interaction. It wasn't really the fact that you had obliged his request since there wasn't anything special about you wanting to feel his tongue against your folds, but rather the way you had looked at him, all puppy-eyed and expectant.

Or that one time when the two of you had made out, but Pedro realized that the condoms he had brought were still in his coat pocket. So, he had playfully told you to stay exactly like you were right then, on your back with your hair sprawled across the armrest of the couch, and had headed toward the coat rack. Coming back to you, he had no choice but to scoff at your body, which hadn't moved an inch. Once again, it had been your stance: the shimmer in your pupils, your lips slightly parted, and your panting.

Yes, maybe that had been what stuck out to him most.

At that point, Pedro and you hadn't done much aside from kissing and some lazy groping. There had been no reason for such heavy breathing, except maybe something about his command that had turned you on.

And then there were other, more subtle yet memorable things, such as your preference for toying with his hand while the two of you watched a movie.

It always depended on your mood, of course, but on many occasions, you were incredibly clingy and became almost pouty when Pedro had to remove his arm from around you for a second. You loved it when he put his hand on your thigh while driving, and ever since Pedro had started staying at your place during the night, as well as the other way around, you couldn't fall asleep with your head on the mattress. It had to rest on his chest or his stomach; otherwise, you became upset.

The most recent discovery was that it made you happy to have him order for both of you at a restaurant, which he had found out last night.

In other words, Pedro had more than a hunch.

He was positive you had a pretty distinct and precise imagination of what you wanted your relationship to be like, but you just hadn't been able to communicate it to him yet. But that didn't really help him with whatever was going on with you tonight. Sure, you clearly wanted him, needed him even, but before he would give himself to you, he wanted to know whether you were in your right mind to demand intimacy, because using your weak composure wasn't in his interest at all.

"What's wrong, pumpkin?" Pedro asked gently, using his favorite nickname for you on purpose. Another piece of evidence, by the way: you adored him having cute pet names for you.

"Nothing. I just – I missed you so much last night… I wished you could've come with me."

Pedro sighed again, smacking his lips together and then reaching for your hands that were now intwined in front of you, knuckles white from your strong grip.

"Hey… You didn't like just spending some time with your friends? I thought you had a good time."

Like a pouty child, you shook your head, lips puckered.

"Baby. C'mon, look at me."

You refused to until Pedro asked you a second time. There was this shimmer around your pupils again, that deep longing and desire for something that you weren't able to spell out yet. You needed something to fill that gap within you, but you didn't do anything to achieve that, which both amused and irritated Pedro.

He sure wanted to give you what you needed, but for now, he was waiting for you to initiate playing more into the kind of dynamic you were aspiring for. After all, you were the one who yearning for it, even though Pedro had sensed that it was what you needed from the very start. Apart from it, he also found delight in watching you fight with yourself, torn between behaving normally around him and letting out your inner demons that were pining for Pedro to tame them. It was funny, although he also felt a trifle pitiful.

"What's wrong? There's something wrong, isn't there? Did I do something?"

"No," you quickly stated, squeezing his hand back while your eyes ran after his wrists.

"Did something happen yesterday?"

"No."

Your head tilted even more, a curtain of hair hanging in your face.

"Pumpkin."

Your thumb moved at the nickname, but you weren't brave enough to meet his eyes.

"Can we just – I wanna be with you. Can we go to the couch?"

He chuckled lowly, his body vibrating while you remained rigid and tense.

"Baby, I'm not sure that's -"

"Please," you interrupted him and finally raised your gaze again. "Please."

"You haven't finished your meal…"

"I will. Later. Afterwards."

Pedro wasn't entirely sure what you meant by "afterwards," but he silently agreed to your request and additionally nodded his head.

"Okay. But you need to eat. I'm gonna put it in the fridge, and you're gonna finish it later."

"Yes," you whispered, your face glowing ever so slightly as you had finally been able to enforce your will.

Pedro had to grin at that, even though he still didn't feel entirely satisfied with the course of the evening. Not that he minded spending intimate time with you on the couch, but he didn't like to watch you like that, sad, a little melancholic, and definitely not joyful like you usually were. Still, he fulfilled your wish and walked over to the couch after storing the rest of both your meals in the fridge. He sat down on the left cushion, planting his feet on the ground so that you could crawl on top of him however you imagined it in your head.

"C'mere," he whispered, thrusting out his hand, which you took and intertwined your fingers with. Then, you sat down next to him, causing him to wrinkle his brow.

"Sit on my lap?" Pedro asked and briefly patted his thigh, but you shook your head.

"Baby."

"I'm fine," you quickly assured, putting your hands on his arm.

"I'm not sure you are."

"Please just – please touch me."

Pedro grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles, which made your expression soften.

"Right there?" he smiled, his heart fluttering at your feeble grin.

"Yes. And… and here as well." You moved his hand down to your waist, which he squeezed once.

You felt good, and Pedro liked seeing you relax, but he still wasn't fully in the moment, guilt gnawing at him. He didn't like the idea of sleeping with you just so you were momentarily distracted from the troubles you were dealing with. He would have preferred to sort things out before he touched you, but you didn't give him time to voice his suggestion. Instead, you leaned in to kiss him, which would have silenced any noise spilling from his throat.

"Please, Pedro," you murmured against his lips, bringing his hands to your hips.

"I know, baby… It's okay. I got you."

Flexing his muscles, Pedro shoved you back until he had you splayed out underneath him, your head resting comfortably on the armrest. The action made you smile blissfully, a sight that was more than pleasing to him.

"What do you want me to do?" Pedro teased, kissing your neck and running his hands down your bare arms.

"I want – I want you… Please, I – "

"Tell me," he interrupted you while kissing up your chin.

"Please."

"Baby, I can't work with 'please.' Tell me. Use your voice."

Something flashed in your eyes at his last sentence, giving further evidence for what he already knew deep inside. But it wasn't enough. He wanted you to say it, to confirm his suspicions and ask for it yourself. Because what if he was wrong after all, and he was going to push you into something you didn't actually want?

"I want… I wanna be yours."

Pedro's breath hitched, even though it still wasn't precise enough to drive him to take a certain action.

"You are mine, baby."

Tucking your hair behind your ear, he kissed along your jawline while his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt.

"But I – I need more. Wanna be…"

"You wanna be what?"

He couldn't see you blush, but he most certainly felt it in your squirming and in how your throat rapidly bulged while you swallowed.

"Shh… keep still and talk to me," Pedro told you, lightly pinching the skin above your hipbone.

"I need more, Pedro," you whined as you threw your head back, offering him the sensitive skin of your neck.

"Need more… what? Do you need to see more of me? You need me to touch you more?"

"I – I need to be yours. More."

Internally, Pedro was smiling as his guess proved more and more correct. First and foremost, he felt proud of himself for speculating about your preferences so early in your relationship. All that was left to do was make you say it out loud. Which couldn't be too hard, right?

"I don't know what you're talking about, babygirl…" Pedro lied, his hands wandering up your body, settling on your ribcage.

You let out a frustrated cry, wriggling beneath his broad body and gripping his shoulders as though you were trying to shake some sense into him.

At last, his heart melted at your despair, and he decided to put you out of your misery. He had already tortured you enough, and you deserved some relief, considering your dire mood.

"You need your daddy, baby?"

Something shifted in your face, a muscle twitching before your eyes widened and almost doubled in size.

"Is that it, pumpkin? You need your daddy to take care of you?"

"P-Pedro," you stammered, your eyes roaming his face as though you couldn't believe who you had right there in front of you, or as though you were trying to find out whether you were dreaming.

"It's okay. Just be calm, sweetheart. Do you want that? Do you want me to be your daddy? There's no wrong answer, just talk to me," he encouraged you, removing his right hand from your torso to trace the curve of your nose.

"I… Yes," you answered so quietly that Pedro had to concentrate really hard to hear you.

"Yeah… I thought so."

Watching your face heat up even more, he quickly kissed the tip of your nose.

"No need to get shy on me. You got nothing to be ashamed of, babygirl… nothing at all."

"I just – I'm sorry, I – " you started but cut yourself off, helplessness shimmering around your pupils. "I wanted to… tell you. I just didn't know how. I – I don't even know, I – I've never… I've never… done that before. I don't know how it works. I don't know anything. I just – I really like it with you – like that. I think."

A warm smile spread across his face, lighting up his eyes as well.

"That's okay, sweetheart. You don't have to know it exactly right now. We take it slow, alright? We're gonna figure it out on our way. You tell me what you like and what you don't, and then we're gonna see where it leads. But you're gonna have to communicate with me, okay? I can't read your thoughts. But we're gonna take it slow and figure it out together. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good, Pedro," you murmured, still embarrassed by the whole situation, though at least you didn't try to cover your face with your hands.

"Is that why you were so upset today?" he asked, pressing little kisses on your cheek.

"Yes?" you admitted, though it rather sounded like a question.

"I've been wanting to tell you for a while… but I didn't know how. And I just – I became so angry with myself, because I promised myself I would – I would, you know… show you that I – I wanted this, but I didn't because I was too scared. And so I became frustrated, but I couldn't do anything about it."

"Oh, sweetheart…" Pedro soothed you, tilting his head slightly to land a kiss on your temple.

"You should have talked to me sooner. You think I would've laughed at you? You think I wouldn't have taken it seriously?"

"I don't know," you replied truthfully, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling his left hand paw at your ribs, dangerously close to your bare chest that wasn't covered by a bra today.

"I'm gonna take care of you. Always. If that's what you want."

"Yes," you quickly panted, his fingers hovering an inch above the swell of your breast. He was so close, you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

"I want that… daddy."

Pedro's lips automatically curled, his eyes turning into small slits as he cupped your breast gently, feeling the weight in his palm.

"Good. And you wanna be good for me, don't you?"

"Yes," you whispered again, the word rolling past your lips reflexively.

"Good girl. So I want you to talk to me. Not just if I want an answer, but also if I do something you don't like. If you want it, I'm gonna be a little rougher with you. Or, at least, a bit more commanding. But it's the first time we do this, so I wanna be careful. I want you to be honest with me and not lie to me about what it feels like to you. Do you understand me?"

Your pupils fluttered at his authorial voice, and despite your nervousness, you felt yourself growing limp and slushy beneath him. Finally, you entered a space where you felt both safe and aroused, his raspy, hoarse voice sending tingles down your spine while also lulling you into a warm, cozy bubble.

"Yes, daddy," you breathed, arching your back as Pedro began kneading your breasts.

Although he felt happy and content now that the construction site had been removed, he still reminded himself to be cautious with you. He had sensed your tendency to slip into a submissive, needy state of mind weeks ago, and with him finally consciously playing into it, he felt it was his responsibility to ensure that you remained in control of the situation. Especially since it was your first time being intimate with someone in such a setting. Which meant: regularly checking up on you, making sure your eyes stayed open and that you used your voice every now and again, pulling you back to him in case you threatened to slip away. And guaranteeing that you drank enough, of course.

"I'm gonna give you what you need, little one," Pedro hummed in your ear, and he could swear he could feel your heart rate picking up at the new nickname he had just used for the very first time. "But only if you're gonna be good. I'm gonna stop the moment I feel like you're not listening to my rules. Is that clear?"

You nodded keenly before additionally giving him your verbal promise. "Yes, daddy. I will be good."

The name went past your lips as though you had never called him anything else, and Pedro had to admit that the sound shot straight to his core in the form of blood rushing to his already hard cock. After all, he wasn't immune to the shift in your dynamic either, even though he was probably a lot better at hiding his agitation.

"Good girl. Now I want you to take off your shirt for me. Can you do that?"

As swift as the wind, you pulled the fabric over your head and threw it onto the floor next to the couch. It was as though Pedro was dealing with a whole different person. Your angry, dark shimmering eyes were gone. Instead, they were big and innocent, like you were glaring at him for the very first time. The rest of your body was at ease as well, your chest heaving heavily but steadily, and your lips eagerly parted while you awaited his next move.

"Good girl," he praised your obedience, then took in the sight of your curves.

Your nipples stood hard, ready to be taken in his mouth or pinched and twisted. Whatever he would come up with. Your skin around your left breast was a little red where Pedro had already touched and squeezed your flesh, and he had to admit that the thought of you being so responsive for him made his cock throb in his pants.

"You look so pretty for me, sweetheart. Makes me think really bad things…"

"What bad things?" you giggled, thrusting your chest out to offer him an even better view.

"Oh, really terrible things… Things that are not meant for such a perfect little girl like you to hear."

"But I wanna know," you insisted and hissed out when he lowered his head to the same level as your chest.

"Makes me think of how I'm gonna ruin your pretty skin… how I'm not gonna stop until you're covered with marks that I left there… and then I have to think about you going out with your friends and how the marks are gonna peek out. Not a lot, of course. But just a little bit. Just enough for them to notice."

He tenderly sucked on your nipple, watching it stiffen with great admiration.

"And it makes me think of how sensitive you are… how I can make you squeak with just a little pinch."

As if to prove his claim, Pedro took your left nipple between his thumb and index finger and pulled lightly. When your gasp turned into a shriek, he released the nub and kissed it in order to ease the slight sting.

"There it is. It's sensitive, isn't it?"

"Y-Yes," you whimpered, your face still flush from the fact that your biggest dream was finally coming true. After all those weeks of picturing how your confession might go every single day before you fell asleep, it was finally out. Your biggest secret, your longing for Pedro to protect you and tell you what to do at all times was finally not a secret any longer. And not only that: he was actually on top of you right now, treating you exactly as you had wished in your dirtiest, most obscene wet dreams.

"Suck," Pedro demanded at that moment, pushing the thumb of his right hand inside your mouth while his left was massaging your flesh. After a few seconds, he brought his finger, wet from your spit, to your right breast, where he circled your nipple.

"How does that feel, princess, mhm?"

"Feels—good," you stuttered, glaring up at him through glossy eyes that Pedro could almost see his reflection in.

"Yeah? You wanna let daddy know how good?"

Before you could wonder what he meant by that cryptic question, his lips had enclosed around your bud once more, licking and flicking it to the side. He had done this many times before, playing with your chest for hours while you relaxed on your back, yet it felt a little different today. More intimate, more passionate perhaps, which was no surprise since he was acting precisely like you had wished it so many times in your head. Like you had daydreamed during the day, knowing you had to make your peace with the thought that you would never experience it in real life, since it would force you to admit your certain preferences to him.

"D-Daddy," you gasped, burying your fingers in his locks and tugging lightly.

"There we go, princess… Let me hear you."

You certainly had no problem being vocal about how well he stimulated the nerves in your nipples.

"It – It's so good," you yelped, toes curling as he carefully took your nub between his teeth.

The other wasn't neglected, though, Pedro's thumb rubbing it with just enough force to make your blood throb in your veins. One of the things you enjoyed most was the way he pressed you into the couch with most of his weight. You could still breathe properly but felt like you didn't have much room to move, leaving a striking taste on your tongue. His strong muscles pressed into your flesh, his knees effortlessly keeping your legs open as if he were already preparing you for his next actions.

"You taste amazing, sweetheart. Your skin…" Pedro kissed your nipple one last time before pulling back and feeling your breasts in his hands. He always kept his hands moisturized and soft, which you especially felt now with his palms flush against your responsive skin.

"So pretty."

"Daddy," you breathed, unable to receive his compliments gracefully. Instead, you wheezed and panted like a steam locomotive.

"Yes, babygirl?" His fingers vaguely traced around the outline of your chest, teasing your curves and occasionally swiping over your nipples.

"Can I take it in my mouth?" you muttered through a clenched jaw. You had the habit of grinding your teeth when receiving pleasure that made your head spin, and today Pedro was generous in that specific regard.

"You wanna suck it?" your boyfriend smiled, pinching your chin between two fingers, which effectively made you loosen the muscles in your face.

"Y-Yes," you stammered, your fingers twitching as if you were about to reach for his crotch. Of course, you wouldn't do so without his permission.

"You're so eager to please your daddy, aren't you? That pretty little head can't think straight, can it?" Pedro spoke while gently yet determinedly helping you kneel on the carpet between his legs. Your hands instantly found his thighs, pressing against the tightly woven fabric of his pants, as soft as a kitten's fur beneath your palms.

"Please," you whispered through your tight lips, pushing your hips against his legs just to be closer to him.

"Please what? Tell me what you want."

"I wanna – I wanna suck it, daddy," you whined, desperately pinching the fabric of his trousers.

"You wanna suck what?"

You could have burst into tears at his teasing, your eyes scurrying over his knees as though you were about to lose your mind entirely.

"You focus right here, pumpkin," Pedro soothed, grabbing a fistful of your hair, which made the blood boil in your veins. "Just tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

"You know what I want…" you couldn't help but mutter, refusing to meet his gaze the way he expected of you.

"You're gonna get mouthy on me?" Your roots slightly stung, his fingers showing no mercy on your scalp, but you experienced the motion as arousing rather than painful.

"I thought you wanted to be good."

"Please," you panted, and this time you worked your brain to phrase your pleas exactly how he wanted them. "I wanna – suck your… cock."

You were clearly struggling to voice such explicit demands, but now that the words were out, Pedro rewarded you with a proud smile and a brief pat on the back of your head.

"Good girl. Not that hard, is it?"

Nodding with your head, you licked your lips as his hands dropped to his belt. You felt the urge to shift on your knees, to handle your excitement about what was about to happen by restlessly squirming, but it would surely irritate Pedro.

Therefore, you settled for curling and uncurling your toes, which was better than nothing. Your breathing was already rapid before you had touched his cock for the very first time. Just like earlier, you felt as though a movement you had done many times before – palming his manhood and running your thumb over the tip – was different today. Even more intimate and enticing. And had your clit throbbed like that all those times before? You weren't sure. But something that hadn't changed was the softness of the skin of his dick, which reminded you of velvet.

"Good girl. You like that?" Pedro whispered, threading his fingers through your hair and letting it fall down your shoulder blades like a waterfall.

"Yes," you answered honestly, averting your eyes from his thick manhood to look up at him through your lashes.

"Show me. Show me how much you like it."

You swallowed hard, processing precisely what he was asking of you. Did he want you to go faster, put more love into your movements? Did he want you to take it into your mouth? Or were you supposed to wait for his specific permission to do so?

"Jesus… Baby," he chuckled, sensing that your brain was working much too hard at his order. His hand clasped around your chin, pushing you closer to his cock, which you were still stroking in your palm.

"Spit on it. You stroke him a few more times, and then you take him in your mouth, alright?"

Finally, something you could work with.

After doing as he had told you and watching his soft skin get all wet and slippery with your drool, you tightened your grip around him and had to admit that it was a lot easier to keep a steady rhythm with the additional lube. It surely was also far more pleasant for Pedro like that.

"Look at me, pumpkin. You look at me all the time or I'm gonna stop you."

You loved how uneven his breathing already was, though you tried your best to hide the smile creeping up on your face. It definitely wouldn't have been appropriate after his warning.

"Yes, daddy," you responded sweetly and blindly massaged his cock. His pupils were dilated, his bottom lip a little brittle from biting down on it without pause. You loved every single detail about him, the faint wrinkles upon his brow, the thin layer of sweat glistening on his forehead… It meant that you were doing a good job, and that was all you cared about in the end.

"Take it in your mouth. But remember what I told you. Eyes on me. No looking away. Is that clear?"

"Yes, daddy," you panted, almost in reverence over how gorgeous he looked, how marvelously his dick glistened in the light. You just hoped you wouldn't forget his instructions in the heat of the moment and slip so deeply into that state that you couldn't be his good girl any longer.

Slowly, you inserted his cock into your mouth, stretching your lips wide to make everything fit. You had done that many times before, but today, you wanted to be especially good, so that you would truly be worth his praise.

"Good girl…" Pedro hummed, briefly stroking up your flexed neck. "All the way inside there. C'mon, you can go deeper."

Gasping for air, you parted your lips further, trying your best to loosen your muscles so that you swallowed all of him. When the dark hair at the base of his cock tingled your skin, you almost couldn't believe you had actually managed to take all of him. Your eyes were still wide but fixed on his face, just like he had told you. Tears gathered on your waterline, the sting spreading in your jaw bordering on pain.

"Yes, baby… Look at you, taking it all for daddy. How does it feel, mhm?"

His hand tightened around your throat, giving you a firm squeeze before caressing the side of your head. You couldn't answer him, but it seemed as though Pedro didn't expect a reply either way.

"Now stretch out your tongue. I wanna see it." It was a hard task, one that you didn't succeed in as effortlessly as you had wished, but after some choking and desperate coughing, your flat tongue pressed up against his shaft, the tip of it peeking out of your mouth.

"There we go… You're being a very good girl for daddy right now. Just hold it a little longer."

You were able to keep still for a couple more seconds, but not long after that, you felt your heart pounding in your chest from the lack of oxygen reaching your lungs. You tried to communicate your needs by grabbing Pedro's leg, and after hesitating for another moment, he showed mercy and released you from his iron grip.

Deep, erratic gasps provided you with the air you were missing, and after a few seconds, your view became clearer again and your head stopped spinning.

"Breathe… And now come back here. I'm not gonna go as deep, but you're gonna suck it on your own. And use your tongue, alright?"

You nodded keenly, ignoring the ache in your jaw as you parted your lips to present him your warm mouth. Pedro shoved his length back inside, and as promised, he didn't hit the back of your throat with his following thrusts. Every minute, even though you couldn't find a real pattern within his actions, he interrupted his rhythm to bury his length all the way inside your throat, but he didn't keep it there until you were on the verge of suffocating, which was why you proudly licked your lips once Pedro pulled out of you again.

"Good, babygirl… You're doing really well. How about we test how far you can take it?"

Your smile faded the slightest bit, even though you were just as curious.

"Yes?" you mumbled, but it sounded like a question.

"We're gonna stop the time. See how long you can hold it, and then next time, we're gonna try to extend it."

Before you could reply, Pedro had already reached for his phone that he had put on the coffee table. Stopping the time… The idea felt filthy and obscene to you, but you couldn't deny the bubbles quivering in your stomach. And there you had been thinking that you were weird and messed up for wishing Pedro wouldn't just be your boyfriend but the man who dominated and took charge of every aspect of your life, while he was just as interested in that. For the most part, you were glad.

"Yes," you murmured and opened your mouth for him again. After trickling a big drop of spit onto your lips, which he smeared all over your mouth with his thumb, Pedro set the timer and slapped the head of his cock against your chin.

"You tap my thigh if you can't take it anymore."

You gave him a nod.

"Say it."

"I'm gonna tap your thigh if I can't take it," you repeated his words, feeling surprised by how shaky and weak your voice sounded.

"Show me your tongue."

There it was again.

That hard, strict expression on his face that still felt a little intimidating to you, since Pedro was usually the kindest and warmest person on Earth, but it was also incredibly alluring and enchanting. It was unfamiliar, sure, but you had a feeling you were gradually falling in love with that side of him, just like you were in love with every other part of him.

Pedro gently slid his shaft over your tongue, the veins grazing your muscle in a way that almost made you squirm from the ticklish sensation. Some drool ran down your chin, but you refused to move an inch, wanting to be perfectly still and in place for him.

"Good…" he growled, soothingly traveling his hand down to your nape. "Relax. Relax and breathe, pumpkin. Just focus on me and don't breathe through your mouth."

It was starting. You didn't see how his finger above the phone display began the timer, but as he stayed still and silent, his dick fully stuffing your throat, you assumed that the test had began.

It felt strange not to be doing anything at all, and after a few seconds, a few things stood out to you that you hadn't noticed before, such as his hair tingling at your nostrils or your spit uncomfortably pooling behind your lower teeth. You greedily swallowed to make things easier for yourself, but your movements caused his length to shift slightly within your mouth, which made you involuntarily pinch your eyes shut. Whatever had happened, you had preferred his previous position. Still wanting to do your very best, you ignored the discomfort at first and waited while tears welled in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks not long after.

"Hold it," Pedro commented, the lines around his eyes disappearing as he recognized that you were crying. "Hold it, baby, it's okay. It's okay, just let it out. Daddy's got you."

The muscles in your thighs twitched, desperately writhing on the floor as the unease became overwhelming. You didn't want to stop and for him to pull out, but neither did you want it to continue.

"I know, sweetheart… Hold it just a little bit longer. You can cry, it's okay."

You whimpered around his length, pressing your knees together as it was a good way to release some of the tension in your body. Yet it wasn't enough.

After ten more seconds, you realized that you couldn't properly inhale and tapped against Pedro's thigh. In response, he drew back at once, nudged his tip against your lips, and waited as you sucked in rapid breaths through your teeth.

"I'm s-sorry," you yelped after a while, your face still hot but your breathing calmer.

"No… it's okay, pumpkin. You did well for daddy. You held it for 24 seconds. That's not bad for the first time."

He gently cupped your cheek, lips curling at the way you pressed your face against his skin.

"We're gonna try again next time and see how long you can hold it for daddy."

You sniffled softly, prompting Pedro to remove some of the wetness that had gathered below your lashes.

"Don't cry, babygirl. There's no reason to cry. I'm really proud of you. You did well, and you told me to stop when you couldn't do it anymore. That's all I wanted you to do." With tender care, Pedro moved your head to rest on his thigh, trailing along your hairline as you began purring like a cat.

"Daddy," you moaned after a while, your attention shifting to the pulsing heat between your legs. It had been a combination of it all, the way Pedro treated you, his hard cock shoved down your throat, and his raucous voice that continued to send tingles down your spine like a warm shower of sweet honey.

"Yeah, angel?" He twisted a strand of your hair around his finger, slowly letting it drop while you searched for your voice.

"Can you – please, I – I want more," you hummed, your tone a little raspy.

"More what?"

Straightening up on your knees, you shyly lifted your gaze toward him, chewing on your tongue at the sight of his puckered lips.

"Can you… can you touch me, daddy?"

"Touch you where?"

"Please," you cried in frustration, sensing where this was heading again.

"No, babygirl, we're not gonna play this game again," Pedro stated, his voice dripping with authority, which made your knees feel like jelly.

"You use your voice when you want something. You're gonna be a big girl, open your mouth and tell me what you want. Otherwise, we're gonna stop right here, we're gonna go back to the table, and you're gonna eat your noodles."

"No," you complained, feeling your heart race in your chest. "Please, I – please, my – my pussy, daddy."

His features softened instantly, and something like pride flickered upon his face.

"You want me to touch your pussy?"

"Yes, daddy," you answered and couldn't help but push your forehead against his kneecap.

"Then let's get you on the couch."

With that, he hauled you up in his strong arms and laid you down on your back, your head lying on the armrest just like before. Frankly, you were surprised by him going straight to business after teasing you for so long. You would have expected more mockery, his hoarse voice taunting you until all you could do was sob. Well, perhaps this would come now.

As Pedro adjusted you on the couch, his legs parting your knees effortlessly and his hands pinning your wrists next to your head to signal how he wanted you, you found yourself in awe of how secure and comfortable you felt moving in this newfound dynamic. Sure, you had slept with Pedro many times already, but never like that. And in spite of the unfamiliarity of it, you rarely thought about how new this was supposed to feel. Because it didn't feel like it.

Listening to his commands, calling him daddy, and hearing him treat you like his precious pet felt natural, like you had never done anything else in your life. Like this was exactly what it was supposed to be like.

"Tell me how you're feeling. Between your legs," Pedro demanded, opening the button of your pants but tilting his head toward you to listen to your feeble voice.

"I – it's pulsing."

"Oh, it's pulsing…" your boyfriend grinned, not even making an effort to hide his amusement.

"On your clit?"

"Yes," you answered, feeling how the blood heated up your whole system, but your pussy in particular.

"And you want me to touch it? You think that would make it better?"

"Yes," you whined as Pedro hooked his finger into the waistband of your underwear, slowly tugging the piece of fabric down like unwrapping a present.

"You think she's all wet for me? You think if I pushed a finger inside, it would go in effortlessly?"

Your breath caught in your throat at the images he planted in your head. "Y-Yes."

"And what about my cock? You think she would be able to take it all? Without any struggles?"

Rolling your hips forward to create some stimulation against his hips, your lids closed. "I – I don't know…"

"You don't know, huh?" Pedro repeated and removed your panties from your body, leaving you completely bare and trembling. "Then let's check, shall we?"

He didn't dip his hand between your legs at once, though.

First, he stroked along your side, starting at your shoulder and moving down to your hipbone, where he squeezed your flesh gently. Only then did Pedro open your legs a little wider for him and teasingly run his thumb over your wet pussy lips.

"Daddy," you breathed as if you were in a trance. Your eyes were open again, but only just. Of course, they were welling with tears again, though it was utter joy and anticipation this time. Maybe a little bit of despair as well, since things were going a bit too slowly for your taste.

"Mhmm, that's it…" Pedro growled, the sound bubbling in the back of his throat like a dragon spouting fire. "All wet for me… Good girl. You respond so well."

Although you didn't really know how to receive his compliment, as you had no influence over how much wetness your body produced, you smiled nonetheless and dug your fingers into a pillow next to you. Pedro teased your pussy lips for a while, collecting a little bit of wetness that he then spread all over your folds, starting at your clit.

"Look at her… All stiff and eager."

He flicked the little nub to the side, which made you squeal. It wasn't much stimulation, but after the insufferable edging, it was more than enough to make your pulse quicken.

"Daddy, please, I – I need it. I really need it, please touch me," you whimpered, your initial shyness and nervousness falling off you more the longer Pedro had you beneath his hands.

"Shhh," he cooed and drew awfully slow circles into your clit.

"Daddy…" The hand covering your mouth came as such a big surprise, you gasped, your eyes flying open.

"I said shh. Let daddy take his time."

I just need you, was what you wanted to say, but it was practically nothing but a muffled moan due to his large palm on top of your lips.

"Just take it. You wanted to be touched, and I'm doing that, am I not?"

Not soon after that, Pedro switched his fingers and brought his middle and ring fingers to your bundle of nerves, circling it while you were desperately clenching around nothing. If only he would shove a finger inside you… One would already be enough.

You just wanted something, something to fill you and make you feel like he owned more than just the body parts one could see from outside. You wanted to be claimed from the inside as well. You wanted Pedro to be everywhere, to take everything from you, your words, your thoughts, your body and soul, your senses, your being, and even your shadow. You wanted him to be all you could see and think about, no matter how long it would take. And part of you was positive that he would make you feel exactly like that, but you just wished he wouldn't make you wait that long.

"You're gonna be silent now?" he growled, shifting his grasp a little bit so that you could speak up.

"Yes, daddy."

The lines on his brow remained, but he released your mouth, which caused you to inhale deeply.

A moment later, your breath was stolen from you again. As if he had read your thoughts, Pedro connected his thumb with your clit again and stuffed your sopping pussy with his ring and middle fingers. You were so doused, he didn't even have to prepare and stretch you with one as your cunt eagerly sucked him in.

What struck you the most was Pedro's reaction, though. He rumbled, as though it was his cock impaling you, not his fingers. Perhaps it was just the feeling of having you clamp around his fingers, but you could see pleasure etched into his features while he curled his digits just right.

"Jesus, baby. Clenching so hard around me… Do you like that? Feeling my fingers so deep inside your pretty pussy?"

He was right, he really was knuckles-deep inside you at the first go, which provoked your stomach to flap with excitement. You could never reach that deeply inside your pussy when pleasuring yourself, which had frustrated you many times before, even though the idea of Pedro handling your body better than its true owner was exhilarating as well.

"Yes, daddy," you sighed, fully giving yourself to him and the moment.

Now, you were able to relax. Pedro's fat thumb drew patterns over your clit, which perfectly tamed your quivering nub while you felt full from the inside. It was the perfect, intoxicating combination of feeling taken care of and having your desires slaked.

"So… so good, daddy," you couldn't help but moan, swaying your head to the side while your toes curled.

"I know you like that… You just want me to continue like that for hours, isn't that right?" he smirked wryly, though you couldn't see it with your eyes shut.

"Yes. Yes, daddy… yes."

Pedro chuckled, blissfully glaring at you as though he found just as much relish in touching you as you did in being touched. Which was hard for you to believe.

"Do you want me to kiss you down there?"

It took you a few seconds to answer, your mind utterly caught up in keeping your body from moving too much and gripping his arms. But as the words reached through the fog beleaguering your head, your heart jumped and your fingertips prickled.

"Yes," you whispered, brow furrowed with longing while Pedro kissed your collarbone.

"She's so sensitive… And so tight. So fucking tight, babygirl, I don't know how I'm gonna fit."

You wanted to protest, noting that he had fit inside you many times before, but before you could, Pedro had brought his hand to your mouth and toyed with your lips.

"But I'm gonna make it fit… Just gotta take my time with you first."

By now, his head was on the same level as your stomach, which he covered with little kisses that each left a burning mark on your skin, though it wasn't visible from the outside, you could distinctly feel it, though.

Reluctantly, his lips also left that part of your body to dive between your legs. He had kept his two fingers inside you all that time and didn't stop now either. He just pumped them slowly, his pads brushing against your inner walls in a way that made you think he was trying to pet them.

Whatever he was doing, whatever his secret was, it worked well on you. And it became even better when he closed his lips around your clit and began making out with it.

"FUCK," you exclaimed, pressing your hand over your mouth an instant later.

Fuck. This had been too loud, and what if the neighbors had heard you?

"I'm sorry, daddy, I'm – I didn't mean to," you quickly explained yourself, but Pedro just forcefully removed your hand from your mouth without even looking up at you.

"You think I care about any of the neighbors hearing how sweet you sound for me? I don't want you to hold back anything, babygirl."

His lips were on you again, sucking and teasing you, running his tongue over the underside of your clit while your sight began to get even more blurry.

"Oww…" you groaned, arching off the couch and rocking your core against his mouth.

For a while, Pedro allowed you to seek more friction, but when you rolled your hips in narrow circles, his hands landed on your sides, pressing you down.

"Keep still, sweetheart. You just have to relax, and daddy's gonna take care of everything else."

You wanted to believe him, though the pulsing and pungent ache in your pussy still remained despite his swipes across your bundle of nerves. You believed that only an orgasm could free you from this torture, and with some luck, Pedro might give you that very soon.

His thick fingers filled you up so perfectly, giving your pussy a faint stretch that complemented the thrilling kitten-licks on your clit in a way that made you want to bite into the pillow. When he added a third one, you jolted, your fingers grabbing his shoulders.

"D-Daddy. Oh fuck, daddy, yes," you whined, your pussy quivering around his digits. Blowing some warm air over your clit, Pedro grinned at you, taking in your sweaty face and your trembling limbs.

"Are you gonna cum for me, princess?"

"Yes. Yes, daddy, I – I want to."

Although you didn't know what was wrong with your response, it earned you a light slap across your folds, and you mewled softly.

"Please…"

"Please what?" Pedro barked, carefully grazing his teeth over your bud.

"Please, I wanna cum…"

"Are you gonna be good for me, babygirl?"

You didn't know exactly what he wanted from you, but either way, you would do anything he asked if only Pedro would deliver this one last, badly-needed brush against your clit that would send you over the edge. And perhaps he would curl his fingers inside you again the way he had done earlier. You were positive that it was all you would need. Maybe another sweet encouragement or a kiss on your thigh, and you would –

"If you're not gonna be good for me, there's nothing I can do for you."

"No!" you quickly shrieked, realizing that you had been too lost in your thoughts to remember to reply. "I'm gonna be good, daddy, please. I swear."

He left you high and dry for an instant, taking your stiff clit between his lips and soaking it with his spit.

"Look at me. And cum."

And Jesus Christ… you did.

He curled his fingers at exactly that moment, hitting you with the perfect angle to make your world shatter. For a few seconds, you didn't see anything at all, just a bright whiteness that gradually faded away as electro shockwaves undulated through your body. You squirmed and whimpered as though possessed by the devil until eventually, the effect subsided and your body came to a stop.

"Good girl…" Pedro groaned, licking one last generous strip through your folds and gently spanking the inside of your thigh. "You taste so good, little one. Like honey. Makes me fucking crazy."

His words didn't fully reach you, but it got better as Pedro crawled up your body to lay on top of you. First, he kissed your lips, which caused you to taste yourself on his tongue, but then his mouth wandered to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe.

"Your pretty body was made for me… because it answers so well to me. Just look at you… all fucked out and doe-eyed. No one else is ever gonna touch you like that except for me."

It was the last sentence that made you fully snap back to reality and simultaneously made a warm feeling swell in your chest. He wanted to be the only one with you for the rest of your life. If that wasn't something.

"Thank you, daddy," you whispered back, opening your legs wider for him, just in case he had forgotten that he was yet to fuck you.

"My greedy little girl… First, you kept this a secret from me for months, and now you don't hold back anymore, mhm?"

Warmth spread in your cheeks, and you immediately wondered if you had been too much. If, after all, Pedro was appalled by your needy behavior.

"No, no, no," he corrected you, sensing your nervousness in how you tilted your head away from him. "That's exactly what I was saying… No more hiding from me. You've been so good, sweetheart. Eyes on me or I have to punish you."

Even though you were highly curious about what his punishment might look like, you got a grip on yourself and opened your eyes without shying away again, despite his intense stare and the amused wrinkles around his eyes.

"Do you want me to fuck you, princess?" Pedro uttered, his fingers finding your core again.

"Yes," you answered at once, taking a deep breath as your body was still dealing with the aftermath of your orgasm.

"Right here, mhm?" Pedro circled your drenched hole, right where his fingers had thrust in you a couple of minutes ago.

"Y-Yes."

Your eyes lost their focus again just from his gentle touch, but as his words still echoed in your head, you did your very best to keep your pupils fixed on him.

"You think it's gonna fit?"

It had to fit.

He had fed you three of his fingers, which you had been able to take with some effort. He had to make it fit. Somehow.

"Please," you pleaded, on the verge of tears just from your overwhelming longing to have him inside you. You loved his fingers in you, specifically because he was able to steer them so well and touch you exactly where you needed it, but his cock was something else. It was him, the ultimate coalescence of his body and yours, as well as both your minds. When he was inside you, you didn't just melt, no, you melted into him until Pedro and you were one, with nothing in the world able to separate the two of you.

"You want me to make it fit?" Pedro teased, and suddenly you felt his fat cock slap against the inside of your thigh.

"Yes. Yes, please, daddy," you cried out. He was going raw, which he rarely did, even though you often demanded it. You were on the pill and had assured him many times that you loved to take him like that, but Pedro normally used an additional condom. But not tonight, and the thought drove you near madness.

"Please…" you repeated, your voice feeble and frail, like it took all your strength to press that single word out.

And finally, Pedro moved between your legs.

His left hand sprawled across your stomach, while he used his right to guide the head of his dick to your opening, softly nudging it against your hole. Of course, he felt impossibly thick against you, almost so huge that you doubted he could go inside you, but after all those intimate nights with him, you knew your pussy could effortlessly adjust to him after a little time. That didn't mean Pedro didn't like to taunt you with it, though.

"I don't know if it's gonna fit, baby… You're really, really tight…"

"N-No," you sobbed, tears drenching your lower lashes. "Please, daddy, please… Please, put it inside. Please."

He moved his hips, emphasizing how large he was and how he wouldn't be able to enter you without some force behind it.

"You just want me to put it inside? I don't wanna hurt you, pumpkin."

He had to be joking.

Unfortunately, while feeling so whiny and desperate for him, you couldn't really distinguish between sarcasm and the things he actually meant, so there was a good chance Pedro was simply teasing you for his own amusement.

"Please put it inside, daddy. Please."

At this point, you had lost every sense of dignity. You would do anything for him to fuck you already, put on a show, beg him on your hands and knees, if only he would just fill that gap within you that was just for him to quench, because he did it so fucking well. Every single time.

"Like this, baby?" he muttered as he pressed his tip against your opening.

You really were cramped right now, with your pussy relentlessly clenching around nothing, but now that the prospect of him entering you was on the table, you relaxed as best you could, grinding your teeth hard.

"Relax for me, sweetheart," Pedro demanded, his jaw clenched as well. He slowly pushed forward, imbibing your cunt until his tip was inside. It wasn't a lot, but god, it stretched you so deliciously that you hiccupped.

"Oh… Jesus, baby," Pedro rumbled, the noise gushing from his chest and rippling through his whole body. "S'just my tip, and you're already crying for me."

Shit, you hadn't even noticed the fresh wave of tears.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" you quickly exclaimed, cursing the way your body clamped him so goddamn firmly. Usually, Pedro would have been able to pound into you at this point, but perhaps it was your heightened level of lust for him that made your body tenser and more strained than normal.

"Breathe, angel… You're so tight. And it's just my tip. You gotta let me in, gotta open up for me," Pedro panted, stroking up your hip.

"Y-Yes, daddy," you moaned, allowing a deep draw of oxygen to enter your lungs, which did a lot for your uptight body.

Still, you were unable to determine whether this was all still a fun game and Pedro found your uneasiness and jittery body funny, or if he genuinely was concerned about your inability to relax for him. And if he was actually trying to soothe your taut posture as fast as possible. Either way, you consciously focused on slackening your muscles and listened to your heartbeat while Pedro gasped for air.

Right, sometimes you forgot what this was like for him. He never lost his composure, always remaining calm and in charge of the situation while you were breaking apart for him, but of course, there were moments when his mask slipped, and you discovered the sheer pleasure marked on his face. You bit down on your lip as Pedro pushed deeper, filling you about halfway with his manhood. God, he really was always a lot to take, but tonight was especially intense.

"Good girl… So fucking good… Look at you taking it all…" Pedro hummed, wrapping his right hand around your throat while his left toyed with your breasts. "There we go… Just a little deeper."

"Oww," you squealed, feeling him touch your cervix. He was so deep, it took your breath away, and your face heated up as Pedro finally reached your hilt.

"D-Daddy," you stammered, absolutely in awe of how full you felt, though in the best way possible.

Perhaps it was your favorite feeling in the entire world, how he kissed the deepest, most unattainable spot within your body so easily.

"I know, baby. Just breathe… You gotta stop clamping down so hard."

Pedro rolled his hips slightly, causing you to whimper and your nails to dig into his shoulders. He let it happen, probably being mindful of the overwhelming emotions coursing through your system.

"I just-I-" you began, your heart thrumming up your throat.

"Breathe. And look at your daddy."

You obeyed and wondered how Pedro was capable of staying so calm while his cock was so tightly sheathed in your cunt.

"Please, you—can you…"

"Can I what?"

Your eyes flickered to his lips, the wetness glistening on his skin. And Pedro understood. Although he had highlighted many times today how he wanted you to use your words, he showed mercy and tapped against your chin while gathering some spit on his tongue.

"Open, babygirl… Show me your tongue."

For the moment, he remained still inside you, giving you time to accommodate his length and waiting for the pungent sting in your core to fade away. The best way to distract you from the stretch was to give you something to imbibe in your throat. Pedro slowly let some of his drool trickle down onto your flat tongue and watched with delight as you remained utterly motionless.

"Good girl. Swallow."

While you closed your lips to drink what he had given you, Pedro spat again, but this time, he didn't aim for your mouth. He just marked your whole face with the little drops and smiled when you opened your eyes again.

"You like that? When I claim your pretty little face?"

Hand clasped around your chin, he rubbed soothing circles into your flesh.

"Yes, daddy. So much."

Seconds later, Pedro's attention was drawn back to the lower part of both your bodies, where his cock was still buried inside you. As he started moving carefully, the two of you immediately sensed how much his actions had helped your nervous system, since his dick glided out of you a lot more effortlessly. Still, Pedro additionally pressed his thumb into your clit and massaged it to ensure you were fully at ease. A few moments later, Pedro was pounding your pussy, finding a steady rhythm that surely wasn't overwhelming to you and still stole your breath every time he thrust back in. With each push, you gasped softly, producing a noise he wished he could drown in.

"So pretty… So fucking gorgeous, babygirl, yeah…" Pedro whispered in your ear, followed by more dirty nonsense that he wasn't even certain got through to you.

"Daddy's got you," he murmured after a while, feeling how your body jerked and jumped unevenly. "You wanna cum for me again?"

You were almost embarrassed by how quickly you were close to the apex again, and what bothered you even more was how you couldn't hide it from your boyfriend.

"I… I'm sorry, I—" you wanted to apologize for having such awful control over your body, but Pedro silenced you with a kiss and picked up the pace at which he rubbed your pearl.

"It's okay, pumpkin. You can cum again… You can cum as many times as you want to. Daddy just wants you to feel good."

You sensed the shift in his movements and realized that he was preparing for you to orgasm. Although you yearned for that state too, there was something you needed to vocalize first, so you reached for his wrist and squeezed his flesh hard.

"Please, daddy, I wanna… I wanna cum with you."

Pedro's smile was broad and genuine, flashing with satisfaction and pride.

"Oh yeah? You wanna cum with your daddy?"

You nodded eagerly, wondering whether it was in his interest as well, and you couldn't find any reason for him not to cum soon, too.

"Please," you confirmed and slung your arms around his neck.

"Oh sweetheart…" Pedro growled, moving faster within you while pinning your hands down next to your head.

"You're gonna take it so wonderfully, I know that… Are you ready for it? You wanna be my good girl and take it all?"

"Yes… Yes, Pedro, fuck – "

He kissed along your neck, slapping your clit at your words.

"Not Pedro… I'm not Pedro right now… C'mon, baby, squeezing me so tight, fuck… You're gonna take it, and if I see a single drop go to waste, I'm gonna make you lap it all up, and then you're gonna bend over the armrest and get your punishment, is that clear?"

Pleasure washed over you rapidly, and you could only manage a muffled "Yes" before your ability to speak vanished for a moment while another orgasm cascaded over you.

This one was a little briefer but just as intense, with his cock twitching and throbbing inside you. Reaching your high while Pedro spilled his cum inside you was incomparable, one of your favorite moments in the world.

The two of you were panting heavily, and for those few seconds, it was just him and you together in a space inaccessible to anyone else. The world could have ended in that moment, and yet you wouldn't have cared. You felt hot and sweaty, the muscles in your thighs flooded with a warm, sweet liquid that made all the tension in your body melt away. You would have given everything to make it last longer, but unfortunately, you couldn't force your orgasm to remain inside you any longer, and you drew a long breath.

"Fuck…" you whispered, lids fluttering.

"Baby, you are – you're unreal," Pedro whispered, and for the first time in an hour, it was him again.

The version you were dating, the man who had invited you over to his apartment today, and not the man you had just met for the first time after demanding to get to know him. You giggled and tugged him closer, his chest flush against yours.

"So good. Thank you…"

You hesitated, trying to come up with a name to call him. The sex was over, and you were talking to your boyfriend, not your daddy, but you still felt a little drowsy, which made it hard to sort your thoughts.

"Thank me for what?" he chuckled, nuzzling your neck, his nose scrunched against your skin.

"For… for making me feel so good," you said, blissfully smiling at the ceiling while Pedro devoured your skin as though he hadn't seen that body part of you for months and as if he hadn't spent the past hour relishing every single inch of you.

"Always. Whenever and however you want it. You just have to tell me."

Your lids fell shut a few minutes later.

Your limbs were heavy, and you craved a little rest despite it still being early. Pedro and you had planned to watch a movie, but when he opened his right eye, his gaze traveling over your face, he put that idea in the back of his head. The two of you had all the time in the world, and tomorrow was another day. Besides, he would have even more reasons to invite you over to his apartment again.

Therefore, Pedro decided to rest his weary bones as well and lay down next to you, his arm draped around your head to cushion it.

His mind, already sleepy and on the verge of dozing off, remembered the promise you had given him, to eat your noodles later, after the two of you were done.

Later, he thought, kissing your scalp and inhaling your scent.