Not in the way you want.

Your dad stops stroking you, and you actually do cry as you thrust against the empty air, **** for stimulation, **** to come. You try to command him to touch you, but his hand muffles you, and your command does nothing. He bites your neck again, sending a pulse of pleasure through you. Without releasing your mouth, he ruffles around for something, before you feel one of his thick fingers against your asshole. You jerk- you've never had anything up there, and you thought you'd be the one fucking! He doesn't seem to care about what you thought, though, his strong and burly arm holding you tight and mute against him as he begins to work one slick finger inside of you. You groan against his hand as he opens you- it burns slightly, but after a few long moments it starts to feel good. You shiver as he worms his finger inside you, and cry out against his hand as his finger brushes up against a spot inside that makes you leak a thick glob of precome. He chuckles. "That's the spot." He works his other finger inside you, gently stroking and rubbing inside you, milking more and more of your slimy precome out of you. Finally, he's satisfied and removes his fingers. You let out a needy whine as you're suddenly left feeling empty- you never thought you'd _want_ something up your ass!

He doesn't leave you empty for long, though. He positions the head of his fat daddy cock against your hole, and starts pushing in. Despite his work loosening you up, he's still the biggest thing you've ever had inside, and you whine and squirm as he finally pushes all the way in. He holds you close, stroking you slowly again while you adjust to the thickness inside of you. "Daddy's gonna show you that it's not the _size_ , " he rumbles as he squeezes your cock, "but how you _use_ it." He begins to slowly pump in and out of you, and you groan with each thrust. He's matching every outstroke with an equal stroke to your cock, and vice versa. Before long, you're a trembling mess, trapped between your daddy's fat cock and his expert hand. He fucks you like it's his job, every thrust hitting your prostate and milking you. You feel yourself shoot, and shoot again, and shoot again before you finally feel him start to twitch. "Gonna fill you up, boy. Daddy's gonna breed you, gonna fill you up with the same stuff that made you-" You come again at those words, and your twitching asshole finally milks your dad's come out of him, painting your insides white. He groans as he comes, slamming fully into you.

Eventually, you both catch your breath and he uncovers your mouth. "Sorry, son, don't know what came over me, there. Don't tell your mom, alright?"

You nod, weakly. You've been fucked so hard, you don't know what to think any more. You could keep going, but your battered asshole is apparently not part of your earlier command, and you can tell you're gonna be sitting funny at dinner.