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When he’d first told me he was a Daddy, I hadn’t really thought the Daddy thing would do it for me. I was willing to play along if it made him happy, but I’d been wrong. Hearing him refer to himself as Daddy gave me shivers in the best possible way.

“I think we’re wearing way too many clothes,” he said with a growl. Something else that made me shiver. Who knew a growly man would be so fucking sexy?

“That can be quickly remedied,” I said, pulling my shirt over my head and pushing my pants and underwear down, freeing my cock.

He’d watched me the whole time with hunger in his eyes, then he did the same. I reached out and ran my hands through the hair on his chest. I swear I would never get tired of touching him, and I thought he felt the same. He grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me close, and our mouths collided in a kiss that was all heat and desperation.

He walked me backwards until my legs hit the edge of the mattress, and he used the leverage to tumble me down on the bed.

He stretched out on top of me, bracing himself on his elbows and caging me to the bed while looking down into my eyes.

“Please, Daddy, I need you. Now.”

“One thing you can count on, Kitten, is that I’ll always give you what you need.”

My body was on fire, but I had to ask. “What I need, but not what I want?”

“No, baby boy, what you need.” That statement set every nerve in my body on fire. If I’d thought hearing him call himself Daddy was hot, that was nothing compared to what it did to my insides when he called me baby boy.

He rolled to his side and reached into the bedside table, pulling out the lube, then he positioned himself back over me, kissing me again. He pulled back and placed himself on his knees between my legs, then he reached out and trailed his fingers across my stomach and down my inner thighs, sending shivers through my body.

He popped open the bottle of lube and poured some in his hand, rubbing it together to warm it. Then he reached down with his right hand and slid one finger inside my hole. I moaned and thrust against him, wanting more. “Patience,” he ordered, pressing one hand on my stomach and holding me still.

“So bossy,” I moaned.

He chuckled and slid in a second finger and began to thrust in and out. “I love this, watching my fingers slide into you.”

“Yeah, feels good,” I said. “Know what would feel better? Your cock, deep inside my body. That would feel better.”

“Fine, if you insist,” he said, trying to sound annoyed but smiling as he lined his cock up with my entrance and slid in a little ata time. Once he was fully seated, he leaned down and took my mouth with his.

I ran my hand up his chest, wanting to feel him as he began to rock in and out of me. He reached under me with one hand, lifting my hips so that he could thrust even deeper inside me, causing pleasure to course through my body.

“Oh fuck,” I called out. “Yes, like that.” He pulled out and pumped back in, over and over, until I thought I was going to explode. “I need to come, Samuel, please, I need…”

He slid the hand out from under me that was lifting my hips and used it to grasp my cock, stroking it. “Come for me, baby boy. Now.”

It didn’t take but a few strokes, and I came, cum spilling from my cock onto his hand. He continued to stroke me through my orgasm until his movements became erratic. He slammed into me hard and stayed there, his cock pulsing as he flooded my channel with his release.

“Fuck,” I breathed out. “That was amazing.”

“It was.” He leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

He stood up, went to the bathroom, and returned with a warm cloth. I reached out for it, but he brushed my hand away.

“I got it.” He gently cleaned me up and then pulled me into his arms.

“I’m glad you said you would stay here with me,” he said.

I snuggled into his big warm body and sighed. “I’m glad you wanted me to.”

Chapter 22

Samuel

Monday morning, I went up to the station in time for the morning meeting, but as soon as it was over and I was sure everyone was set for the day, I left to go spend the day helping out at the school.

When I got there, Sydney Brown was there directing the students on what they should do to help with the clean-up. She was the director of the fire school, but she also taught classes. Inmy time teaching at the school, I’d found her to be a tough but fair boss and instructor.

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