Page 28 of Daddy's Pride

“I’m already turned on.”

I laugh. “Okay, what would make you come?”

He kisses me tenderly. “You don’t have to do anything to repay me, boy. You’re wet and must be cold. Let’s go inside, and you can shower and get into dry, clean clothes.”

“I thought you liked me dirty.”

“I do, but I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

I cup his face in my hands and draw him to me for a long, lingering kiss. “I love it when a Daddy takes care of me. But you’ve got me all hot and bothered, and you promised you’d drill me in your bedroom.”

He chuckles and nuzzles my nose. “Do you have the energy to be drilled?”

I purse my lips. “I will by the time we get inside. Especially if you carry me.”

He props himself up on his elbow and brushes his thumb over my cheek. “I’d drill you right here if I could.”

“You say the sexiest things, Daddy.”

The idea of being pounded into the dirt is weirdly appealing. Sex outside isn’t something I’ve thought of before, but now it’s in my head I want it. What is this man doing to me? He’s right, though. We can’t. We don’t have lube or protection. Is that why it’s appealing? Because it’s a fantasy?

“How would you do it?” I ask.

“I’d pull these off.” He snaps the waistband of my boxer shorts.

I shiver.

“Then I’d flip you onto your stomach and watch you writhe in the dirt as I use my fingers to stretch your tight, pretty hole.”

“What would you use for lube?”

“Spit and the cum you’ve already spilt for me.”

“Daddy!” It sounds sexy, but would it be? Despite my doubts, I’m happy to play along.

“Then I’d hold you down while I fuck you hard and fast.”

“Oh, Daddy. That would be so hot. Would you come inside me? Would you fill me with your cum and make me your dirty, filthy boy?”

He nibbles my earlobe and growls into my ear. “Yes. And then I’d watch my cum dribble out of your arse before fucking you senseless again.”

I bite my lip and whimper. “I’m so turned on right now, Daddy.”

“So am I, boy.”

“What are we going to do about it?”

We’re not going to have sex here and now. We can’t. More’s the fucking pity.

He scoops me into his arms and stands.

“What are you doing, Daddy?”

“Carrying you to my bedroom. I promised I’d drill you, and a good Daddy always keeps his word.”

Chapter 8

Miles

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