Page 65 of Awakening His Daddy

“Don’t kink shame,” Leo scolds.

“That’s not a kink, that’s a dragon cock sl?—”

I place my hand over his mouth because I already said I don’t want to know.

“Bye.” And then I hang up. “Are you hungry for dinner yet? You slept for a few hours.”

“I did?”

“Yep.”

“And you just let me lie on you. What did you do?”

“Watched the fire.”And you. “Speaking of which.” I slide off the couch with a groan and a chorus of cracks so I can stoke the fire.

I am getting old.

What would a strong young man like Izzy want with an older man like me?

Leo said he likes older men.

Leo also said that I’m not supposed to get his hopes up.

I don’t even want to get his hopes up. He’s just helping me with my leaking problem while I’m stuck here, and I’m helping him in a completely platonic way because he’s hurt.

Even though my dick keeps thinking about the feel of his mouth on my nipples. The soft pull— Gah, stop it!

Focus on something else, like dinner.

Yum, nothing like a good fire-roasted piece of meat. Izzy stands up and stretches, the move exposing a sliver of his tanned and toned belly.

He’s got a six pack.

When was the last time I had a six pack?

“It’s called hard work, Daddy,” Izzy teases when he notices I’m staring.

“It’s not, I’m not… I’m just remembering when I had a six pack.” Ha, maybe thirty years ago.

“I’m glad it’s gone.” He saunters over and bends down to kiss my cheek. “You’re much sexier now. The perfect Daddy.” Then he walks toward the bathroom, throwing a wink at me over his shoulder before he shuts the door.

And if that doesn’t inflate my ego to twelve.

I’ve never been ashamed of how my body changed. I mean, I can still get it, but it’s still nice to hear.

I move the pot out of the fire and onto the stone hearth to cool. When I remove the lid, the smell is amazing and my mouth waters.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, boy.” I replace the lid and get up.

“Can you help me wash my hands?”

“You don’t need me to pull your pants up?”

“I managed, but you could pull them down again, if you wanted to.” I give him the side-eye, and he huffs. “Fine, just my hands, please.”

“You’re a good boy, asking for help.”

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