Chapter 131: He Made Me Cry From Pleasure

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: He Made Me Cry From Pleasure

~Third- POV~

Frederick sucked again, harder this time, tongue swirling inside him before pulling back just enough to lick firmly over the sensitive rim. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the room. Every time he sucked, Reynold moaned, sharp, broken, helpless.

"Right there... deeper please... Daddy..."

Frederick’s tongue pushed back inside, thicker, deeper, fucking into him with steady pressure while his lips stayed locked tight. Reynold’s thighs trembled on either side of Frederick’s head. Another strong suck dragged a louder, shakier moan from his throat.

"Ah... ah—it feels so good... please don’t stop—"

Frederick kept going, mouth working him open with wet, hungry precision, licking, sucking, tongue thrusting deep, until Reynold was gasping and moaning with every single pull of his mouth, completely lost in the sensation.

Only when Reynold’s hips started shaking hard did Frederick finally move higher. He dragged his tongue slowly up from Reynold’s balls, along the underside of his untouched cock, then closed his mouth over the swollen head.

The second that hot, wet heat sealed around him, Reynold’s whole body jerked off the table.

"Yes... right there—! Daddy—"

His hands shot forward, fingers tangling tightly in Frederick’s hair as a broken moan tore from his throat. Frederick sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing firmly against the sensitive underside of the head.

Reynold’s hips twitched helplessly.

"Yes, yes... suck me deeper... Daddy..."

Frederick smiled against Reynold’s cock, a dark, wicked curve of his lips.

You’ve been shaking that ass around every corner, bending just enough to seduce me while I held back. Tonight I’m going to fuck you until your legs are useless for the next few days. I don’t mind being the one who takes care of you afterward... I just want you to learn exactly how much I’ve been holding back for you.

He took Reynold deeper, letting the wet heat of his mouth slide further down the shaft before pulling back up with a thick, filthy sound. Every time he sucked, Reynold moaned louder, higher, the sounds spilling out of him without control.

"Daddy suck me... please... make me cum hard... it feels—"

Frederick’s tongue swirled around the head again, then he sank back down, sucking with steady, hungry pressure. Reynold’s fingers tightened in his hair. Another wet pull of Frederick’s mouth dragged a longer, shakier moan from him.

"Yes... don’t stop... please—"

Frederick kept going, his mouth hot, wet, and relentless, taking Reynold in deep, heavy strokes that pushed him right to the edge. Every time his lips sealed tightly around the sensitive head, a sharp, ragged moan tore from Reynold’s throat, his thighs trembling hard against Frederick’s shoulders.

Slowly, Frederick pulled back. A long, glistening strand of saliva stretched from his lips to the dripping tip of Reynold’s cock before it finally broke. He looked up, his dark eyes burning with pure, possessive satisfaction as he took in the sight of Reynold, flushed, gasping, tears of overwhelming pleasure gathering at the corners of his eyes.

A devilish, satisfied smirk curved Frederick’s lips. Without looking away, he gathered a thick pool of saliva, spat directly onto Reynold’s throbbing shaft, and took him into his mouth again in one smooth motion.

Slurp... slop... slurp...

The loud, slick sounds of Frederick’s mouth filled the quiet room. He reached up, wet his fingers thoroughly, then adjusted his grip on Reynold’s hips, lifting them higher and spreading him open. While his mouth stayed locked around Reynold’s cock, he pressed one long finger against the tight, wine-slick entrance and slid it inside.

Reynold’s back arched sharply off the table. "Fuck—yes! Yes, please... Daddy!"

Frederick didn’t give him time to recover. He pushed a second finger in, stretching him open with smooth, deliberate strokes. His fingers curled upward, pressing firmly against that sensitive spot inside, while his mouth never stopped working, wet, hungry, and relentless.

The combination shattered Reynold’s control. His mind blanked under the rush of pleasure. Instinct took over. He reached down with both hands, tangled his fingers tightly in Frederick’s hair, and pinned Frederick’s head flush against his cock.

"Daddy—fuck!" Reynold cried out, hips bucking upward, thrusting deep into Frederick’s throat three hard times. "I’m close...oh God, I’m going to cum!"

Frederick didn’t pull away. He let himself be held there, his throat taking every desperate thrust while his fingers kept working deep inside Reynold, curling and pressing that spot without mercy. His tongue swirled around the head, swallowing every drop of pre-cum that spilled onto it.

With one final, powerful thrust into the back of Frederick’s throat, Reynold’s whole body seized.

"Ahhh—Fuck Daddy... I’m about to... No... I’m cumming—!"

He came hard.

A raw scream tore from him as his body jerked in violent spasms, thick pulses of cum flooding Frederick’s mouth. His hips trembled uncontrollably against the table, toes curling tight as the orgasm ripped through him, leaving him shaking and completely at Frederick’s mercy.

Frederick didn’t pull away right away. He kept his mouth gentle on the sensitive shaft, slowly easing his fingers free while swallowing every drop. He worked his throat smoothly, then gave the tip one last soft, lingering lick before finally drawing back.

Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, Frederick stood and looked down at his fiancé. Sweat glistened across Reynold’s flushed skin. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, and tears of pure overwhelm tracked down his cheeks. His eyes were heavy and unfocused, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath.

Frederick’s expression softened. He stepped closer, gently wiped the tears from Reynold’s cheeks, then pulled him up against his chest.

"Did I hurt you, baby?" he asked, voice low and full of quiet concern.

"No..." Reynold shook his head, burying his face into the warm crook of Frederick’s neck as fresh tears slipped free. "It just... it feels too good. I enjoyed it so much..."

Frederick wrapped his arms around him, a soft chuckle vibrating in his chest. "You really are a crying baby, aren’t you?"

"I can’t help it," Reynold whimpered, clutching at Frederick’s back. "It’s just too good, Daddy. I don’t even know how to explain it."

"You asked for it, and I delivered," Frederick murmured, his thumb stroking slowly along Reynold’s waist. "And we haven’t even gotten to the main part yet. But did you really enjoy it that much?"

Reynold nodded eagerly against his skin. "Yes, baby. I enjoyed it so much."

"Then I did my job well," Frederick said with a small smile, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "I love taking my time with you, sweetheart. I could do this all night and all day. Nothing satisfies me more than making you feel like this."

Reynold tightened his arms around Frederick’s neck. "Thank you, Daddy..."

"You never have to thank me for making love you," Frederick replied, pulling back just enough to cup Reynold’s flushed face. "I love getting you to this point."

Reynold leaned in and pressed a deep, sweet kiss to Frederick’s lips. Frederick kissed him back thoroughly, tongue sliding against his before pulling away just enough to murmur against his mouth, "Are you ready to take Daddy’s cock now?"

Reynold’s heart skipped. His eyes were dark with pure desire and surrender. He nodded without hesitation. "Yes, Daddy..."

Frederick smiled and pressed a lingering kiss to Reynold’s forehead. "Just so you know, baby, what we just did was only the warm-up," he whispered against Reynold’s skin. "This is the real deal."

He reached for the bottle of lubricant on the table, uncapped it, and poured a generous amount into his palm. He stroked the slick over his thick, pulsing cock until it glistened, fully hard and ready.

Then he gripped Reynold’s waist and slid him down to the very edge of the mahogany table. He poured more lube onto his fingers and thoroughly coated Reynold’s entrance, working the slickness inside until he was soft and ready. With practiced ease, he lifted Reynold’s legs and rested his thighs over his broad shoulders, opening him completely.

Frederick positioned the flared head of his cock against Reynold’s tight, still-sensitive entrance and looked straight into his eyes, dark gaze burning with possessive devotion.

"Hold onto me, sweetheart."

Reynold reached up and gripped Frederick’s shoulders tightly. He drew in a deep, shaking breath as Frederick began to push forward, the thick head slowly pressing past the tight ring of muscle.

Reynold’s head fell back, a sharp, breathless gasp escaping him as Frederick stretched him open, inch by slow inch. The heat and fullness were overwhelming. His toes curled against Frederick’s back.

"Ah... God, Daddy... you’re so big..." Reynold whimpered, nails digging into Frederick’s skin as the full length sank deeper, until their hips finally locked together.

Frederick stopped, hovering over him and giving Reynold’s tight body time to adapt to his size. He reached down, lacing his fingers through Reynold’s, squeezing tightly. "Look at me, Reynold."

Reynold forced his heavy eyes open, staring up into the face of the man he loved more than life itself.

"You’re mine," Frederick declared softly, his voice echoing with absolute authority. "My fiancé. My partner. My everything. And I love you so much."

"I love you too, Daddy," Reynold whispered tenderly.

With a deep, low growl, Frederick drew back almost all the way, then thrust in hard and deep, setting a slow, heavy, punishing rhythm that shook the heavy table beneath them.

Reynold let out a long, desperate cry of pleasure, body arching off the wood as Frederick took complete control, claiming him...