Page 51 of For Fake's Sake and other stories

“Hmm, sorry, little one. Nothing is going on. I was just thinking what a great family you have. I like being a part of it. I’ve missed that.”

“Why don’t we have Nate and Morgan over for dinner? We’ve not done that yet.”

“Great idea.”

When I walk into the centre on Monday afternoon, Nate is helping a boy with his homework. “Hi, Spencer.” He hugs me, which is new but welcome.

“Good to see you, Nate. I suggested to Daddy that you and Morgan come for dinner. Would you like that, or is it too weird?”

“It’s not too weird, and that would be great. I’ll check with Morgan to see when would be the best night.”

He is a natural with the kids, and they love him. If it weren’t for Carl sending him to apologise to me, Nate would never have come here.

After my shift, I walk outside. Carl stands in front of a much smaller car than his Porsche. “You don’t need to come and pick me up, Daddy. I can take the bus home.” I feel guilty that he had to interrupt his evening because he wants to collect me. “Where’s your car?”

He gives me a wicked look. “I’ve been thinking about that too, and while it’s not and never will be a problem to collect you, I thought maybe you’d like to be able to get about by yourself.”

“Uh-oh. What have you done?” I look at the car and then back to him. “Please don’t tell me that this is for me.”

“Okay, I won’t.” He presses his lips tight as if holding back a laugh.

“Oh, Daddy, what am I going to do with you?” I shake my head but smile. He bought me the most adorable bright red convertible Mini.

“What about you drive me home and take me to bed?” He dangles the key fob in front of my face.

“I haven’t driven for a long time. This could be messy.” Will he understand that I’m nervous?

“Would you rather I drove it tonight? We could go out in daylight tomorrow.”

I snatch the round fob out of his hand and rush to the car. “Nope, it was a disclaimer, that’s all.”

He laughs and follows me at a slower pace. I slide into the driver’s seat and check the digital dashboard, which is so different from the dials and buttons in the car I learnt to drive in. The first thing is how to start it, as I don’t have an actual key. “Okay, Daddy, be the car expert and talk me through this.”

“Good boy.” I love his praise, which makes me feel ten feet tall.

We do make it back in one piece, and I don’t care in the slightest I grinned like a crazy person the whole time. “You’re going to get so lucky tonight, Daddy.”

“With you, little one, I’m always lucky.”

I gently smooth the cream into his back and arse. He moans lazily, thrusting his bum up as I caress over the inflamed skin, then run my nails over it.

“Daaaady.”

The name is music to my ears. “What do you want, little one?” I trail between his cheeks and tap his hole. He’s slick with my cum, but the dirty boy wants more.

He turns his head to face me, his body stretched out on the mattress, his legs parted. “You. I want you.”

“Such a greedy boy. I’m not sure we have time.” We do, but I want him to beg. “And you’re sore.”

“Never too sore.”

“Open your legs some more.”

He splits them wide and cants his hips so his arse sticks up too. I drop the cream and spread his cheeks wide. “You’re already dripping. I’ll have to plug you if you want more.”

“God, yes.” He groans.

I won’t need much lube, but I still slick up my cock. “Hold yourself open. Good boy. Now stay like this.” I easily slip inside him and fuck him with long lazy strokes. I know the tempo will drive him crazy. He squeezes me hard, clenching my cock to make the drag so much tighter. I shift my legs outside his, push his legs together, and grip his arse.

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