daddy kink | joshler + bryler

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"you're such a good boy, tyler." daddy slurred in my ear as he placed his thumb on my slit and stroked my prince parts.

"did you know that?"

"y-yes, daddy." i whimpered out.

daddy hummed and ravaged my body and teased my hole, then he prepped me and held my thighs up as he thrusted in and out of me.

this time it was weird.

i remembered when josh and i were doing it, and daddy caught us.

i wanted josh.

"w-wait, daddy. y-you're hurting me." i mumbled out, fumbling to grab his arm.

but he grabbed my wrists and held them against my chest.

"shh, shh. it's okay."

daddy leaned his head over me and kissed along my jaw as he kept doing what he was doing.

was it always like this?

did i always not want this?

were my eyes closed the whole time until josh came along?

was i just blind-sighted because i love him?

why was it like this?

why was i like this?

it's not like i could change what was happening.

i'm daddy's favorite.

but i'm not sure he's mine anymore.