Page 12 of Daddy's Grumpy Cowboy

Elias smirks. “Nah, you’re more about the show and tell, huh?”

I have no idea how to answer that, but I don’t need to.

Like being in the lead is the most comfortable thing for him, Elias changes the game. He removes my hand from his length, pulling me a step closer before lining our cocks up and fisting us together.

My brain short circuits and I moan, relishing this delicious friction that comes as he pumps his hips and his fist in tandem.

“Fuck,” I rasp, looking down to watch as our dicks glide together.

“Hot, right?” Elias grins, flashing that cocky smile. “We look damn good together, baby.”

Baby, ugh. He better stop calling me that before I get attached.

“I’m not going to last like this,” I grunt out the words, too turned on to be embarrassed.

Elias takes it as a compliment. “I have that effect on people,” he drawls.

The back of my neck tingles as he tightens his hold on us, jerking faster. Without saying a word, he pauses, lifting part of his fingers and leaning down to spit on my length. It’s filthy and it makes my balls jump. Speaking of balls…

While Elias begins to rub his saliva in, lubing us up a bit, I reach forward and under, cupping his sack with a warm hand. His breath hitches and he moans deeply.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” he tells me, rocking his hips forward. “You’re being so good for me, cowboy. You wanna come, yeah?”

“So fucking badly,” I admit, groaning through every word.

“Don’t worry, big boy,” he coos, tightening his grip. “Daddy will make you come.”

My balls draw up before I can stop it, heat flaring in my gut at what he just called himself. Stars flash behind my eyes and I let my lips fall open in a cracked moan.

“Ooooh fuck,” I whine, hot spurts of cum shooting from my tip. Creamy ropes paint his pelvis and Elias moans harshly, the sight tipping him over the edge.

He comes just as hard, blowing his load directly on me like I did to him, his warm palm stroking himself through it. We breathe heavily, trying to keep ourselves upright while the most intense parts of our orgasms begin to fade.

Eventually, my knees don’t feel like they’re about to buckle, and Elias’s sunshiny face returns to its typically bright look.

He grins, licking some cum from his hand teasingly slow. “So you’re into the daddy thing, good to know.”

I think I’m just into the Elias thing, I ponder but don’t say it out loud.

“It was unexpected but not unwelcome,” I say, grabbing my shirt to clean us both off. I have an empty ziplock bag in my pack that I can tuck it into.

“I normally do this part,” he tells me, but he’s still grinning. “Next time I get to clean you up, cowboy.”

“Yeah.” I gulp. “Next time.”

His expression falls and we start to redress. “You don’t want a next time, do you?”

Zipping up my pants, I wince. I do want a next time, I just don’t think I can handle doing this again and having to say goodbye after. I’m already going to struggle as it is.

“I’m not sure that I can,” I mutter quietly. “It’s…”

“Complicated?” he guesses.

Too guilty to agree, I just nod.

Elias bites his bottom lip. “But it was good?”

“It was fucking perfect, Elias.”

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