Page 78 of Perfect Boy

“Wat—”

“Fucking. Crawl,” I hiss, and a strangled whimper escapes her lips.

Doing as she’s told, she crawls to the end of the bed. Pulling my jeans down, I palm my cock, giving it a few strokes before I shove it right between her lips.

“Suck.” I give her the command, knowing my good girl will do exactly what she’s told.

Right away, she goes to town, sucking my dick, reminding me how much I love that fucking mouth of hers. Gripping her hair, I push her back and forth aggressively before pulling out of her mouth.

“Enough,” I growl. “Turn around and face the other way. But don’t you fucking dare get off all fours.”

Spinning around, she gives me a clear shot of her beautiful ass. And, wow, what a fucking sweet sight that is.

Putting my knees on the bed, I give her ass a spank. Climbing over her, I bring my fingers to her mouth. “Open,” I mutter.

Her lips part, and she drags my fingers between her lips. Letting her suck on them like she would my cock, I pull them out before shoving them between her legs. I work them in and out of her, and she moans, quickly trying to quiet herself.

Grabbing my shirt from next to me, I thrust it in her face. “Bite this. Muffle those slutty moans with my shirt, you dirty fucking girl.”

When she bites down on the fabric, her moans are quieted, but loud enough for me to hear them the slightest bit. Making me even harder.

Replacing my fingers with my dick, I thrust inside of her at once, filling her so beautifully full and hitting her so deep that I know it won’t be long and I’ll be seeing stars.

Grabbing her wrists, I pull her upward slightly and pin them behind her back as I continue fucking her over and over again, listening to the sound of her muffled moans, mixed with my hips smacking against her asscheeks. Her asscheeks that look so fucking gorgeous from behind. Practically begging me to explore.

I release her hands, flattening her out on all fours again, and drive into her. She’s close—I can feel it. And when I reach around, brushing my thumb across her most sensitive spot, she withers beneath me, squeezing the life from my cock as she comes so hard, dripping all over my length, just like I wanted her to.

“Good girl,” I growl. “But now, I’m going to come all over this ass.”

Pulling out, I grip my cock, putting it against her ass while giving it a few strokes. My movements grow jittery as a shiver runs down my spine, and I drip my seed down her ass.

Bending forward, I bring my lips to her ear. “Your ass looks so fucking hot, covered in my cum.”

And it does. It really, really fucking does.

28

Watson

“Uncle Watty! Uncle Watty! I love it so much!” Phoebe squeals, pulling the backpack I got her for dance class to her chest.

I found it on some crazy online store that basically customizes anything and everything you could imagine. It has a little ballerina with brown hair, like hers, with her initials under it.

Running toward me, she throws her tiny arms around my neck. “Thank you, Uncle Watty.”

“That’s not as cool as the monster truck he gave me,” Emmett mutters, but his sister ignores him. “You can’t play with that. It’s boring.”

“You’re welcome, little lady.” I give her a squeeze. “Did you know Ryann is a ballerina?” When she steps back, I take my phone out and pull up some pictures from The Nutcracker, zooming in on Ryann. “Look, there she is right there.”

I glance at Ryann to find she’s blushing but grinning at me.

Phoebe rushes over to her, showing her the backpack. “Do you have one of these too? Did Uncle Watty get you one but with your color hair instead?”

“I don’t have one, but I sure wish I did,” she says, admiring the backpack and giving my niece a sweet smile. “Uncle Watty only got that for his very favorite girl.” She shrugs. “How lucky are you?”

“Soooo lucky,” Phoebe says, her eyes growing wide. “Can I come and watch you on one of those big stages sometime?”

“Of course you can!” Ryann smiles. “I’ll give Uncle Watty the schedule of shows left for the year, and he can give it to your mom.”

---