Page 27 of The Story of Danny Rose

I closed my eyes and drew a deep breath, letting a wave of possessiveness wash over me. I threw aside his towel, and I kicked off my shorts completely.

“Take me, Daddy,” he whispered. “Please?”

I shuddered and soaked up his attention. His fingers scratching my scruff, his soft lips on my jaw, his feet sliding up my calves.

I swallowed dryly and forced myself to think about safety for one beat. “Do we have anything to worry about?”

He shook his head. “Not from me. You?”

I shook my head too.

I dipped down and kissed him, teasing his tongue with mine, and I went willingly when he nudged me back. I felt heavier, as if I couldn’t support my own weight, but maybe that was thegravity of the moment. I wanted this boy so fucking much that I didn’t know how to process what’d just happened. How he’d just ruined me. How that was even possible, I didn’t know.

Something had definitely tied me to him, though.

The day he walked out was going to hurt.

When my head hit the pillow, Danny crawled over me and kissed his way down my chest. He raked his blunt fingernails through my chest hair and whispered how sexy I was, how badly he wanted me to be his Daddy, and that he wanted to be the only boy in my bed.

Then he sucked my cock into his mouth and gripped the base.

I groaned and combed my fingers through his hair.

“I wanna take care of you all the time,” he said, tracing the vein with his tongue. “Whenever you want me to.”

I managed to fold the pillow so I could watch him. “We’ll take care of each other. Sometimes, Daddy gets hungry for his boy’s cock in the middle of the night. You might wake up with my mouth on you. Or with my tongue in your tight little ass.”

He whimpered with his mouth full and nodded quickly. He liked that idea.

I sucked in a breath and bit down on my lip. Watching him try to take all of me was a fucking obscene sight. He choked a little and coated me with saliva. Fuck, right there. I held him in place for just a second, rubbing against the back of his throat.

“Pinch Daddy’s thigh if it’s too much, you hear?”

He nodded and went a little faster, but that was enough. I didn’t wanna get too close yet. I cupped his jaw and eased him away. “Come here.” I held out a hand for him. “We’ll need to come up with a safeword.”

“Broccoli.” He nodded.

I exhaled a laugh. “Not a fan?”

“It’s nasty stuff.”

I chuckled. The heaviness lifted, and I felt like I was fucking flying. “Broccoli, it is. Or, you know, red. Red works too.”

“I can have two.” He smirked cheekily and positioned himself higher up, wriggling his butt over my cock.

Adorable.

I wasn’t naïve. I knew insecurities would strike back; doubts and worries would revisit. But I’d be there for that. I wouldn’t let him fight alone anymore. We’d work together to get back to this right here, where he was at ease and playful.

“Are you teasing Daddy’s cock?”

“Yeah.” He grinned and raised his brows at me. “And kinda thinking about what would happen if the twins woke up.”

I smirked, and I had to still him. I gripped his hips and got him right where I wanted him, with the head of my cock pushing against his tight opening.

“They’ll have two options,” I said. “They can watch, or they can go back to sleep.”

“Dirty,” he whispered. Needing more wetness, he spat into his hand and stroked me quickly. “As long as only I get to play with you, I’m down for anything.”

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