Page 61 of Her Devious Daddies

“Of course. I’ve missed you.”

“Have you?”

“Yes.” Instead of allowing him to say anything else, especially since he was likely to brat, I picked him up in my arms.

August wrapped his legs around my waist. “I’ve never been carried like this, Sir.”

“Get used to it.”

I strutted out of his living room and to his bedroom while he leaned his head on my shoulder. Once we were inside, I sat him on the bed. His eyes were shining as I tugged my tank top off and shucked out of my jeans. I remembered to take off my socks almost as an afterthought, along with my boxer-briefs. Crawling on top of him, I pushed his body against the mattress and kissed him deeply, delving my tongue inside his mouth while he played with my hair. We made out for a while, simply enjoying the taste of each other. “Sir?”

“Yes, August?”

“I need you.”

“You have me. Even if you push me away, I’ll find a way back to you. What are you asking for right now?” I kept my eyes on him, running my hands through his soft blond hair while I waited for him to answer it. It was clear he still had a lot of crap in his head. Guilt, maybe, or something bigger. I didn’t rush him, but I didn’t have endless patience.

“Please fuck me, Sir?”

“I can’t possibly deny you anything. Not when you ask so nicely with that sexy mouth of yours.”

“I’m glad you appreciate it. Not everyone does.”

“I love your mouth, especially when it’s wrapped around my cock. But because you opened up tonight and agreed to our relationship, I’ll reward you instead.”

“I messed up, Sir. Over and over. I never meant to hurt you.” His voice wavered, thick with emotion. “I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you, August. It’s done and over with. Let it go.”

“I still need to talk to you about some of the things I brought up as well as some other things regarding Karsyn, but can we save that conversation for tomorrow?”

“We can.” I kissed him again before vacating the bed and locating his lube. Returning to the mattress, I patted his hip. “Get on all fours and face away from me.”

“Yes, Sir.” August quickly shifted around the bed, his muscles flexing as he moved.

Kneading my fingers into his cherry-red ass cheeks, I stopped when he groaned.

“Sir–” His breath came out ragged.

“Relax.”

Knowing he enjoyed having sex with me brought me deep satisfaction. I pressed the head of my lubed cock to his tight pucker and slowly entered him.

“You feel so fucking good, August. I missed this.”

“You missed my ass, Sir?”

I thrust deeper and without warning until I was fully inside him. I continued pumping in and out of him. He clenched around me, and his hands balled into fists at his sides.

“Does that answer your question, babyboy?”

“Loud and clear.”

Withdrawing almost completely, I allowed him to get used to the sensation before thrusting faster. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to accommodate my width or length, but he didn’t complain.

“Oh, fuck… Sir…”

“Wrap your hand around your cock and stroke yourself.”

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