Page 26 of Daddy's Pride

“You all right under there?” Miles asks.

“Aww, are you worried about me?”

“Answer the question, boy.”

“I’m fine, Daddy. I’ll be out the other side before you know it.”

Famous last words. Crawling through the squishy, clingy mud is like swimming through jelly. Except jelly would taste nicer. Putting one arm in front of the other is draining, but there’s no room to push up onto my hands and knees. I have to army crawl.

“Keep going. You’re almost there,” Miles says.

How much farther do I have to go? The saggy netting makes it impossible to tell where the end is. Mile’s voice is an encouraging siren call, summoning me to him through the mud. It gets easier as I get used to the viscosity of the mud and figure out how much I have to pull up to free my elbows and knees from its murky grasp.

Miles pulls up the end of the net, only two feet before me. I surge forward, breaking free of the muddy trench and the cargo net. I lie on the ground, a muddy mess, gasping and panting.

“You’re not done yet.” Miles puts his hand on my shoulder.

I lift my head. He points at the finish line, a short sprint ahead. I groan, stumble to my feet, and half walk, half jog to the end. Once I’ve crossed the line, I collapse to my knees.

Miles claps. “Well done.”

I gesture to the trench. “That one would be easier without the mud. But a lot less fun. I need a shower, Daddy.” Grinning, I pull my filthy, wet hoodie away from my body.

“Yes, you do.” Miles’s voice has an odd growl to it.

The lust in his eyes steals my breath.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, boy.”

“I’m filthy.”

“Yes.”

“You like dirty boys?”

He licks his lips. “Yes.” He kneels beside me, cups my cheek, and kisses me fiercely.

If I weren’t already breathless, that kiss would have done me in. I laugh as he pulls away. He has streaks of mud on his nose and cheek.

“Now your face is muddy too. It’s kind of hot.”

“Only kind of?” He pulls me into his arms, mud squishing between us, and kisses me again. By the time he wrests his lips from mine, he’s almost as dirty as I am.

“Okay. It’s very hot.”

He twists, propelling me to the ground, leans over me, and kisses me as he pushes his hand beneath my hoodie and T-shirt and tweaks my nipple. I arch my back, sucking on his tongue as he thrusts it into my mouth.

“You’re fucking sexy when you’re filthy, boy.” He nips my bottom lip until it stings.

“Daddy!”

My pulse was already racing from the course, but now it’s pattering crazily. My groin pulses with need as my cock hardens. He alternates between kissing and biting me and keeps squeezing, pinching, and rolling my hard, aching nipple. I writhe beneath him and tangle one hand into his thick, dark hair while I stroke his face with the other.

“Daddy, we’re in the open.”

“So? No one else is here. We’re all alone. And fuck, you’ve made me want you, boy. You’ve made me need you.”

He buries his face in the crook of my neck and inhales. Then he lifts my arm and nuzzles his nose against my armpit, through my clothes. He inhales again, more deeply than before.

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