Page 25 of R for Rough

“But it’s nippy!”

I grinned and joined him in bed. Fuck, a damn good bed. Equal parts firm and soft, with a comfy duvet that had some weight to it. Not one of those weighted blankets my niece raved about, but just…heavy.

I pushed him mostly onto his stomach, and he pulled up a leg, which… This view right here, when he was hugging his stuffie, deliciously naked and exposed…

I released a breath and got comfortable farther down, and I kissed one of his butt cheeks. Perfect little bottom too, made to be marked, grabbed, and bitten.

He squirmed and snickered into his stuffie.

I rubbed his cheeks unhurriedly and parted them, and my mouth watered. It seemed I was going to overuse the word perfect for a long time to come. Fucking hell, how was I gonna be able to resist?

“Sir?”

“Mmhmm.” I leaned down and kissed his soft flesh, and I traced a finger over his little opening.

“Ooohh,” he exhaled and shivered. “Um…when can I call you Daddy?”

Yesterday.

“Whenever you’re ready. I don’t know if you wish to establish some boundaries first.”

I’d met Littles who’d jumped right in, and I’d met ones who wanted to ease into things. I was good with either; those titles had the meaning we gave them. That said, I already knew they’d carry all the meaning with Tracy. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone two years messed up over his mere presence. He’d been under my skin for a long time already.

“I wanna be together,” he admitted, his voice muffled by the stuffie. “That’s what I want.”

I swallowed hard and fought against the voices in my head.It’s gonna crash and burn. He’ll leave within three months. He’ll get sick of you just like the others did.But couldn’t he be the fucking exception? Tracy, of all people, understood my job. I couldn’t imagine him walking out because my work took up most of my time—considering he worked the same hours. And we’d betogetherthere. I’d get to see him at the restaurant, and when I traveled to tend to my own business, what if he joined me? They weren’t long journeys by any means, but I did have to go away every other month for a week or so.

“I want that too, little one.” I leaned over him again, and I left a trail of kisses between his butt cheeks. “I want what we talked about outside the Realtor’s place.”

He nodded quickly. “All of that, so much.”

A slow shudder rolled through me, and I eased my tongue over his little hole. He wouldn’t need too much recovery time. He was red, but I hadn’t broken his skin or caused a tear.

He let out a faint whimper and pushed out his cute bottom for me.

“You like this?”

He nodded. “I’m super sensitive.”

Even better.

I licked him unhurriedly, predicting I was gonna get utterly fucking hooked on eating him out. He had to, uh…fuck, I don’t know, but… Did he get waxed or something? I mean, I got thathe wasn’t naturally hairy; he had no chest hair and very little under his arms, but there was alwayssomething.

“Do you have some sort of hair-removal routine?”

“Yes, Sir. I don’t have much, but I use a cream.”

“Keep doing that. I’m already addicted.”

He moaned as I dipped my tongue inside. “I want you to be addicted to me, Daddy.”

There we go.

Goose bumps appeared all over, and I took a deep breath, letting the pleasure and possessiveness settle within me. I hummed and tongue-fucked him deeper, and I reached between his legs to grasp his cock. Rock hard and fitting perfectly in my hand. Motherfucker, I was gonna lose it. I’d obviously been drawn to his size since the time we’d met, but this was different. Without having to deny my reactions, I could go all in and admit I fucking loved how small he was.

“Do you like kissing me down there?”

I hummed again. “Very much. Especially when you still taste a little like Daddy.”

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